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A UME OMS, Lala ONE NS oh \ ‘oe fy 7 Ae) RE Ae I q ee ge) NEY oe? fo c ; x eva, Ga ay 1 i DR aye ok 4 3) LSS ee CoD ee orl NIWA ; - | ‘ Sar ae a! Ref eer BAN Ly poke pe Pape A PEA Meo? ~ EO in £ ne aa Agi) . ! ‘a Sra a Piel | ; sh, & Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2021 with funding from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill httos://archive.org/details/charmsofmelodyorO0Ounse THE CHARMS OF MELODY: OR Siren Medley. BEING THE MOST EXTENSIVE COLLECTION OF x LOVE, BACCHANALIAN, SENTIMENTAL, — HUMOROUS, WAR, SEA, AND HUNTING, POLITICAL SONGS, OLD ENGLISH, IRISH, SCOTCH, AND GERMAN BALLADS, LEGENDARIES, &c. c EVER BROUGHT TOGETHER. IN A SINGLE PUBLICATION, SELECTED FROM THE BEST POETS AND MOST ADMIRED WRITERS. DUBLIN: PRINTED BY J. AND J. CARRICK, BACHELOR’S-WALK, | P< 6. = = by agaies = os Th ~ 7 a " a ~ w e t 7 * % . ‘o.4 Z ' : [i ag oh * puity a5 te i vy } o : fi oat . ’ . ri at ae re ey * ms wae é . 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"THE WEDDING DAY. \ HAT virgin or fhepherd of valley or grove, Will envy my innocent lays; The fong of the heart, and the offspring of love, When fung in my Corydon’s praife 5 s O’er brook and o’er brake as he hies to the bower, How lightfome my fhepherd can trip; And fure, when of love he defctibes the foft power, The honey dew drops from his lip. ov How I reok is the primrofe, the violet how f{weet, And {weet is the eglantine breeze , But Corydon’s kits, when by moonlight we meet, To me is far {weeter than thefe; *s I bluth at his raptures, I hear all his vows, ‘I figh when I offer to fpeak:: And O! what delight my fond bofom o’erflows, When I feel the foft touch of his cheek. Refponfive and fhrill be the notes on each {pray— Let the pipe thro’ the villagesrefound ; Be fmiles on each face, O ye fhepherds, to-day, And ring the bells merrily round: "Your favours prepare, my companions, with fpeed, Affilt me my blufhes to hide, A twelvemonth:ago, on this day I agreed oc To be my Jove Corydon’s bride. O LOGIE OF BUCHAN. O LOGIE of Buchan! O Logie the laird! ‘They ha’etaen away Jamie that delv’d in the yard, Wha play’d on the pipe, ahd the viol fae fma ; They ha’e taen’away Jamie the flow’r o’ them a's He faid, think na long laffe, the’ I gang awa, He fxid, thing na lang laffie, tho’ I gang awa, For the fummer is coming, cauld winter's awa’ And I'll come and fee thee in [pite 0 them a’ Sendy has oufen, has gear, and has kye, A houfe and a hadden, and filler forby; 7 But I'd tak mine ain lad wi’ his flaff.in. his hand, Before I’d.hae him wi’ his houfes and land. He fuid, think na lang laffie, Sc. My daddy looks fulky, my minny looks four, They frown upon Jamie becaute he is poor; ‘Tho’ I ‘loe then as weel as a daughter thould da, ‘They are no halffae dear to me, jamie as you. “He aid, think na lang laffie, Sc- T fit on my creepie and {pin-at my wheel, -And think on the iaddie.that loed me tae weell; * He had but a fixpence, he brak it in twa, : And he gied me the ha’f o’t when he gaed awa. Then hafee ye'back Fami:, and bide na awa, Then hake ye back amie, and bide na awa, = we X : xa The. fummar is coming, cauld winter's wa, And f'li-come and fee thee in [pite o° them a VOURNEEN DHEELISH. Q The moment: was fad, when my love and I parted— Vourneen dheelifh Elleen ogue ; | As I kifs’d off her tears I was quite broken hearted, Fourneen dheelifh Killeen ogue : Wan was her cheek, which hung on my fhoulder— Damp was her hand, and no marble was colder; I thought in my heart that I ne’er more fhould behold her— Vourneen dheelifo Elleen ogue. When the word of command put our troops all in motion— Fourneen dheelifh Eileen ogue ; I clafp’d on my knapfack, to crofs the wide ocean : Vourneen dheclifh Eileen ogue, Brifk were our troops, all roaring like thunder— Pleas’d with their voyage, impatient for plunder— Whilft my poor heart with grief was almoft torn afunder— Pourneen dheelifa Elleex ogue. IT fought for my country, far far from my true-love, Vourneen adheelifh Elleen ogue ; My pay and my booty I hoarded for you, love — Pourneen dheelifo Elleen ogue: Peace was proclaim’d—I efcap’d from the flaughter Landed at home, my {weet girl I fought her— But forrow, at laft, to her cold grave had brought her!— Vourneen dheelifh Eileen ogue. LASH’D TO THE HELM. N florms, when clouds obfcure the fky, And thunders roll, and lightnings ly— In midft of. all thefe dire alarms, I think, my Sally, on thy charms. The troubled main, The wind and rain, i My ardent paffion prove; Lafh'd to the helm, Should feas o’erwhelm, Ld think on thee, my loves When rocks appear on ev’ry fide, And art is vain the fhip to guide— In various fhapes when death appears, “} he thoughts of thee my bofom chears. The troubled main, Se. But fhould the gracious pow’rs prove kind— Difpe! the gloom, and fill the wind— And waft me to thy arms once more, Safe to my long-loft native fhore— No more the maim Li tempt again, But tender goys im prove 5 Then IT with thee ’ Would happy be, Aad thiak of nought but love. FPA ® 2 cata ee arte s MARIA. as a near a thicket’s calm retreat, Under a poplar tree, ‘Marta chofe her wretched feat, To mourn her forrows free. ” Her lovely form was tweet to view ) As dawn at op’ning day=— a Bur, ah! fhe mourn’d her love not true, . And wept her cares away. §. “The brook flow’d gently at her feet, In murmur fmooth along; Her pipe, that once: fhe tun’d fo fweet, Had now forgot its fong : ‘No more to charm the vale’ the tries, For grief had All *d her breaft— Thole joys which once fhe us’d to prize, — |For love had rob’d her reft. ‘Poor haplefs maid who can behold_ Thy forrows, fo fevere— «Or hear thy love-lorn ftory told, Without a falling tear? “Maria, lucklefs maid! adieu! Thy forrows foon muft ceafe! Sure Heavw’n will take a maid; fo true, To Everlafting Peace! NAN OF HAMPTON-GREEN. ITH care I fearch’d the village round, ‘A And many hamlets try’d ; " At length a fair I happ’ly found, Devoid of art and pride: , In neat-built cot It is her lot A ruftic life to lead; tender care “Her lambkins rear, And watch her ewes to feed. ‘Where Thames in filver current flows, ‘ Lo beautify the fcene, There blooms this fair, a blufhing rofe, Sweet Nan of Ham pton-Green. ‘Her eyes befpake-a foul for love— Her manner form’d to pleafe ; In mildnefs equal to the dove, With innocence and eafe. ‘To paint her face, “Her form and grace, All words are weak and vain— Enough to tell, She does excell - The daughter of the main. Where Thames, €c. “When firft this charmer I furvey’d, With doubt my mind wasfraught— ° ‘Fancy the beauteous maid pourtray’d A goddeis to my thought: In am’rous blifs, I feiz’d a kis, ‘Which banifh’d all alarms; Then joyful found My wifhes crown’d— _A mortal in my arms. Where Thames, Se. LULLABY. EACEFUL flumb’ring on. the ocean, ; Seamen fear no danger nigh , Wind and waves, in gentle motion, Soothe them with their Lullaby. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby— Soothe them with their lullaby. Tho’ the wind tempeftuous blowing, Still no danger they defery— The guiltlefs heart its boon beftowing, Soothes them with its lullaby.” Lullaby, fc. ss THE CHARMS Ot a SORE TAT eS 7, . a *- oO all what ftrive to live and to thrive, b And by cunning over- sie bene THE DUTCH FISHMONCER. | a ‘Vether trade ben dead, or trade ben live, - De beft trade of all isa Dutchfma With fome ’tis fifh vat he can get ‘But all ben fith ina Dutchfiman’s ner: Tk ben lider lick, du bift lider lick, » Snick fuack lider lich, a licho. “Mynheer ean drink*—w vhen drjnk by chance, _"‘Mynheer by chance can caper; ‘But Ik never let my vrow go dance, *Till fomebody pay de piper : And if my holt ev'ry hond, ; Or breaks mine pipe, and I nic vor ftond : Jk ben lider lick, e. We trade mit de: Yonkey, and deal mit de Scot And cheaten de taen and de tother ; We cheaten de Jew—and better as dat, -. We cheaten either ‘nother : And at Amfterdam, when whee coms rite We fhall cheaten de Dy re that’s all fair : Lk ben lider lick, De ftrange mans comes fat de ba dat’s nice, And he looks fharp asdonder: Ik praife mine goods, and tak mine price-— And fell him a ftinking flounder : Den he calls me tief-—Ik fay yaw, .- And keeps mine hand to de gelt, com cat Lk os lider lick, ae VS BS 1 ‘CORN RIGGS. Y Patie is'alover gay, — His mind is never muddy, O-; His breath is fweeter than new hay— His face is fair and ruddy, O. His fhape is handfome, middle fize He’s ftately in his walking, O, : s The fhining of his een furprize— -°Tis Heav’n to hear him talking, O “Laft night I met him on a bawk, Where yellow corn was growing, O.; There mony a kindly word i {poke, That fet my heart a glowing, O. He kifs’d, and vow’d he wad be mine— And loo’d me beft of ony, O, Which gars me like to fing fintyne, . Ovcorn riggs are bonny, O. ‘Let maidens o’ a filly: mind Refufe what maift their wanting, o— Since we for yielding were defign *d, We chaftly fhould be ‘granting, Ox Then I’ll comply, and marry |'ate— And fyne my cockernony, O; . ‘He’s free to touzle air or late, Where corn riggs are bonny, O. BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER’s WINI’., LOW, blow, thou winter’s wind— Thou art not fo unkind As man’s ingratitude. _ Thy tooth is novo keen, r Becaufe thou art not feen, Altho’ thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! fing, heigh ho! untothe green holly ; Moft frienc apie t is fergning—moft loving, more foll; wis: Hh og sr more folly ; ‘ i. hen, ho ! the holly Fie lifts moft golly. ‘ ‘Freeze, freeze, thou bitter fky— $ Thou doft not bite fo nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, ‘Thy fling is not fo fharp As friends remember ‘d not. \ Heigh ho! &e. i } HE, turban’d Turk, who fcorns the world, Ms _ May ftrut about, with his whifkers curl’d— Keep a hundred wives under lock and key, For no-body elfe but himfelf to fee: Yet long may he pray with his Alcoran, Before he can love like an [vifhman. ” . Before he can love like an Iri/hman— Like an Irifhman; Before he can love like an Irifpman. The gay Monfieur, a Slave no nore— The folemn Don, the foft Signior; The Dutch Mynheer, fo full of pride— / The Ruffian, Pruffian, Swede, befide; ‘They all may ‘do whate’er they can— But they'll never love like an Irifhman. Like an Trifoman, Se. The London folks themfelves beguile, And think they pleafe in a capital ftile; Yet | em afk, as they crofs the ftreet, Of any young virgin they. happen to meet ; And I’m fure fhe’ll fay, from behind her fan— ee . ‘ 3 “QO! there s none can love like an Irifhman !” Like an Irifoman, Sc- FROM NIGHT ’TILL MORN. es night ’till morn I take my glafs, In hopes to forget my Chloe ; From night, &c. But as I take the pleafing draught, She’s ne’er the lefs'before me : e: Ah ! no, no—wine cannot Cure * Lhe pain I enddresfor my Chloe. Towine, &c. To wine I flew, to eafé the pain Her beauteous charms created ; But wine more firmly bound the chain, And love would not be cheated: Ah! no, no, Fc. THE STREAMLET THAT FLOW’D. HE ftreamlet that flow’d round her cot All the charms of my Emily knew; How oft has its courfe been forgot, While it paus’d her dear image to woo! Believe me, the fond filver tide Knew from whence it deriv’d the fair prize ; For, filently fwelling with pride, It reflected her back to the fkies! MA CHERE AMIE. A chere amie, my charming fair, Whofe fmilescan banifh ev’ry care; In kind compaffion {mile on me, Whofe only care is love of thee. Ma chere, Sc. Under fweet: friendfhip’s facred name, My bofom caught the tender flame : May friendfhip in thy bofom be Converted into love for me. Ma chere, ce» Together rear’d, together grown— O let us now unite in one: ss Let pity foften thy decree =. I droop, dear maid—I die forthee. Ma chere,c. SWEET BIRD. TILL let thy plaintive numbers flow, Sweet bird of folitude and night ; And I will join the fong of woe, Until the morn’s returning light. With thee I fhun the world’s relief— ae Woo forrow only to my breaft! And prefs, for luxury of grief, The thorn hat wall not let it reft!. A 4 . “ 4 4 d De ae ROE MEBODY.” ae _ NONE CAN LOVE LIKE AN IRISHMAN. eee JANE or cue sages a oa ne HAD I Allan ‘Ramfay’s art, 2 : ‘To fing my .paffion tender, In ev’ry line‘the’d read my heart, Such foothing firain's 1’d fend her: Nor his, nor gentle ‘Rizzio’s aid, Lo thew, 1s alla folly, How much I love the charming maid, ‘weet Jane of Grifipoly. She makes me know what all defire, So lovely are her glances— Her modeft air then checks my fire, | And damps my bold advances: : Tho’ {prightly as the comemiac fawn, Yet by her conquer’d wholly— For modeft as the blufhing dawn Is Jane of, Grifipoly. My fenfes fhe’s bewilder’d quite— I feem an am’rous ninny ; A letter to a‘friend I write— For Sandy. I fign Fenny ! Laft Sunday, when from church I came, With looks demure and holy, I figh’d, when afk’d' the-text to name, “« Sweet Fane of Grifipoly 1” My Jenny is no fortune great, And I am poor and lowly— A fig for pow’r and grand eftate, Her perfon I love folely : From ev'ry fordid, felfith view, So free my heart is wholly; — And fhe is kind as I am true— Sweet Jane of Grifipoly. THE TRIUMPH OF VENUS. HO’ Bachus may boaft of his care-killing bowl, And Folly in thought-drowning revels delight, Such worfhip, alas! hath no charms for my foul, When fofter devotions the fenfes invite. To the arrow of Fate, or the canker of Care, His potions oblivious a balm may beftow ; But to Fancy, that feeds on the charms of the fair, The death of Refleétion’s the birth of all woe. What foul that’s poffefs'd of a dream fo divine, With riot would bid the fweet vifion begone? For the tear that bedews Senfibility’s fhrine Is a drop of mores worth than all Bachus’s tun. The tender excefs that enamours the heart To few is ifnparted—to millions deny’d : “Tis the brain of the victim that tempers the dart ; And fools jeft at that, for which fages havéldy’d. Each change and excefshath thro’life been my doom, And well can I {peak of its joy and its ftrife > The a é a “aye CHARMS OF MELODY, g : SIREN: MEDLEY. nn eT ITaEPSISuEEIEUT NONI EENITEE “The Plan of the Publither is*to embody in one Grand Folio Vclume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Engtith Language f forming 2 Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Rast) Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Bnglil, Irth and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &e. &c. To which will be added, a complete Index. q \ . Green grow, the Rathes—O. Pa The Tar for all yon HERE’ s nought but care onev'ry hae [ SAIL’D from the Downs in the Nancy; In ev’ry hour vhat paffes-—O, My jib! how it fmack’d thro’ the breeze’! What’ fignifies the life of man, She’s a veffel as tight to my fancy, If t’were not for the laffes—O. . . As ever fail’d thro’ the falt feas: Then adieu to the white, cliffs of Britain, Our girls, and our dear native fhore; For if folie hart rocic we fhould fplit on, We fhall never fee them any more: Green grow the rafhes-—O, Green grow the rafhes—O, ‘ The blytheft hours I ever fpent, oe Were fpent among the laffes— O. But failors were born for’all weathers, Great guns let it blow high, blow low; Our duty keeps us to our tethers, The worldly wife will riches prize, And riches ftill may fly them—O, And if at laft they grafp them faft, en Their hearts cannot enjoy rhea: "O): Chars, And where the gale drives we muft go. - Give -me a happy hour at e’en, N My arms about my deary—O, When we enter'd the Gut of Gibraltar, And wardly cares and warldly men, I verily though fhe’d have funk , For the wind then began to fo alter, She yaw’d juft as tho’f fhe’d been drunk : The {quall tore the main-fail to fhivers— Helm a-weather, the hoarfe boatf{wain cries ; Brace the fore-fail ath art—-fee, fhe quivers, “As thro’ the rough tempett the flies. But failors, Fc. May all gang tapley jtiney—O. Chorzs. All ye fo wife that fh Ye’re nought but fentelefs affes—O. The wifeft man the warld e’er om ' He dearly lov’d the laffes—O Chorus. Auld nature {wears the lovely déars, Her noble work fhe claffes—O, Her’ prentic’d hand fhe cat ’d on man, 5 ‘ , . | And then fhe made the laffes—O. ~ Chorus: Burns. f The form came on thicker and fafter, As black juft as pitch was the fky ; When truly a doleful difafter Befell three poor failorsandI: Ben Bluntline, Sam Shroud, and Dick Handfail, By a blaft that came furious and har Thus while we were oe Poor Tom Bouline. TIER a fheer hulk lies poorLom Bowling, The darling ‘of our crew 3 No more he’ll hear the tempelt howling, For Death has broach’d him too: His form was of the manlieft beauty— His heart was kind and foft ; Faithful below he-did his duty, a now he’s gone aloft. he bit iL Lwre ‘om the yard: ‘ Piet’ ee Ba era &e. Poor Ben er ast Dick, es "d pecavi,— As for 7 at the rifk of my neck, While they funk down in peace to Old Davy, Caught a rope, and fo landed on ' deck ; Well, what would you have? we were ftranded— And’ outiofia fine jolly crew, Of three hundred that fail’d, never landed, Tom never from his word departed His virtues‘were fo rare, is friends were many, and true hearted—— - ° . His Poll was kind and fair ; . But f, and (I think), twenty-two! 9 And then he'd fing fo blithe and jolly, | But failors, tie. \ Ah! many’s the time and oft; ; \ But mirth is turn’d to melancholy— After thus we at tea had Deartg? d, For Tom is gone. aloft. Another guefs way fat the wind; ass For to England I came and got marry’d > «3 On Rouths foft lice tender truth eehbeg part’ $ enough of beauty’s type,” 2 When wile, to keep my bofom lock’ i i ei igi OF MELODY, * es Sah #S TR EN ME D Epo By ty: ' The Plan of the Publither i is to,embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, aacient and moderna, worth preferving, in the Englith Language; ‘forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, oa Political Songs; as welt as Old Enalith, frifh, Scotch aad German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. When the fancy-ftirring Bowl. SALHEN, the fancy-ftirring bowl Wakes its world of pleafure, Glowing vifions gild my foul, And life’s an endlefs ioaiaas Salk Mem’ry decks my wafted heart Freth with gay defires; Rays divine my fenfes dart, And kindling hope infpires. ft \ ‘Lhen'who'd be grave, When wine can fave The heavief) foul from finking ; And magic grapes Gave angel fha £s To ev He gril ae weve drinking. .* Here {weet benignity and love Sheditheir influence round mé ; Gather'd ills of life remove, ~ 4O 2 And leave me as they found me; . Tho’ my head may fwim, yet true Still:to: Nature’s feeling, S Peace and beauty {wim there too, ’ And rock me as P m reeling. | maw hes B Thin who'd be eras, Se. «a 4 “A ren ‘Her penfive’ leffon taught me ; Age foon’mock’d the “ccama’ of youth, And wifdom wak’d and caught me A bargain,. then, with love t knock’d, To hold the pleafant gipfy s_ ea turn the ese when tipfey: mf -Lhen ne d: 5b grave. LL. 2 When time ei ieed my heated heart, The grey’ beard, blind and fimple, ' Forgot:to cool one: little ‘part, Juft flufh’ d by Lucy’s dimple: : To watim’ an ‘honett fellow ; au And thoweh it: tough me hot when ripe, Avunelts me fill when niéllow. ~ BNNs Me A: | Lhenwho’ d be grave, bee. 4 +f 4 r > , Life’s a voyage we-all derlarels is With feafce a por: to ‘hide ins Tt may be fo to pride or garetts") 4 “That's not a fea to ride in: Here floats my foul,.tul fancy’ s eye” } Her reals of blifs difeaver =<». me Bright worlds that fair in profpect lie. ' To him aes s half- Leas over. : : ; Then who'd be grave, te ae eas: ak ele ies PUBLISHED at Ne Tol a a : noe ie pokes, 2 a8 fi {eh wre 8 B EDF ORD-K OW, Be bith eal the pr Feced! aes To which will be added, a complete fndex. Anacrcon.. "TO Ree ean in heaven,where he fat in ful! glee, A few fons of harmony fent a petition, That he their infpiret and patron would be | When this anfwer arriv’d from the jolly oldGre- Voice, fiddle, and flute, [cian : : No longer be-mute— > I’ll lend you my name, and infpire ye to boot; And, befides, Pll inftrué you, like me, to entwine The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s vine. The news thro’ Olympus inrmediately flew, When.oldThunder pretended to give himfelf airs, If thefe mortais are fuffer’d their{cheme to purfue, The devil a goddefs will flay above {atts : Hark—already they cry, Tn tranfport of joy, « Away'to the fons of Anacreon we'll fly ; « ‘And there with good fellows we'll learn to: ent ine “The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s vine.” The yellow-hair’d pod and his nine fully maids From.Hellicon’s banks will incontinent flee , Tdalia will boaft but of tenantlefs fhades, And'‘the biforked ‘hill a mere defert will be: My thunder, no fear on’t, Shall foon do, its ‘errand, And d—n ‘me,I’ll fwinge the ring-leadersI warraat, J’ trim the young dogs for daring to twine The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s vine. Apollo rofe up and faid prythee ne, er quart ell, Good king of the gods,with my vot’ ries below Your thunder is ufelets. Then the ey ing his Tatirel, Cried fc evitabile fulmen, you know | ' Then over each head\, "The laure! 1H fareadae dread ; So my fonsfrom your crackers ne mifbhies fall Whilft foug ia their club-room they jovially twine The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s s vines Next Momus got up, with his rifible shiz, And iwore with Apollo he'd cheerful} jot : The full tide of harnean fill, fhali be chis— But the fong, and the ‘careh, and. the daugh Qhalk Then Jove be not jealous © * Tbe mine. OF thefe hearty fellows, s% fit gant tell us 5 oh And {wear by oldSty-s, that wen long fall enewvine ‘\-he myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s vine” Ye fons of Anaereah, then, join hand.in, hand— Preferve unanimity, friendthip. aod. Yove = Tis yours to fupport w hat’ s fo happily } glan’d ; You've the fanétion of gocs and the Bou, Of gl OF & While thus we agree, . ' Our toattiler tebe. / “ May our club flourifh happy; united ‘and ft. C). And long may’ vhe:fons of Anacreon' enrwens | The myrtle of Ms enus with Bacchus’sovine: a We ee Tae alinton Veg ere nye om oy lis «i mbers can be had. cage 15 # > — Cry’d Jove—* we relene, fince the tiga you now | ve vy 7 io Bachelor’s Hall. "s Hall we good fellows invite, ke of the chace that makes up our q ght: , ‘We hav {pirits like fire, and of health fuch a ftock, That our pulfe ftrikes the feconds as true asa clock. » Did you fee us, you'd fwear, as we mount with a grace, . ‘es | ThatDiana had dubb’d fome new gods of the chace. Hark away ! hark away !—all Nature looks gay 3 And Aurora with fmiles ufbers in the bright day. - Dick Thickfet came mounted upon a fine black, A better fleet gelding ne’er hunter did back ; Tom Trig rode a bay full-of mettle and bone ; _ And gayly Bob Buxem rode proud on a roan ; But the horfe of all horfes, that rival’d the day, Was the Squire’s Neck-or-pothing, and that was a grey. Hark away! harkaway! while our /pirits are ayy Let's drink to the joys of the next coming day. Then for hounds—there was Nimble, fo well that climbs rocks ; And Cock-nofe, a good one at feenting a fox ; Little Plunge, like a mole, who will ferret and _and fearch ; And beetle-brow’dHawk’s eye, fo dead at a lurch; Young Sly-locks, that feents the {trong breeze from the fouth, And mufical Echo-well, with his deep mouth. | Hark away, Ses Our horfes thus all of the very beft blood, *Tis not likely you'll eafily find fuch a ftud ; And for hounds, our opinions with thoufands we'll back, That all Ireland throughout can’t produce fuch a pack. Thus having deferib’d our dogs, horfes and crew, Away we fet off, for the fox is in view. Hark away, ec. Sly Reynard’s brought home,while the horns found a call, And now you’r all welcome to Bachelor’s-Hall ; The fav’ry firloin grateful fmokes on the beard, And Bacchus pours wine from his favourite hoard. Come on, then, do honour to this jovial place, And enjoy the {weet pleafures that {pring from the chafe. Flark away, ec. Dibdin. ’ The Banks of Tweed. ie on the pleafayt Banks of Tweed, Young Jockey won my heart, He tun’d fo {weet his oaten reed, None {ung with half fuch art. His fkilful tale Did foon prevail To make me fondly love him, : _ But now hechies, Nor heeds my cries— I with I ne’er had feen him. When firft me met, the bonny {wain Of nought but love could fay, “ Ohf give” he cry’d, “ that heart again *s Which you have ftole away ; i Or elfe incline “ To give me thine 7 And T’ll together join them ; “ My faithful heart, “ Will never part,” , Ah! why did I believe him ? ‘hen all ye maidens fly the fwain, WA His wily ftories fhun, E\lfe:you; like me, may foon complain, : Like me will be undone. fe) +. But peace, my breaft, mar Nor break my reft, I'll try quite to forget him, For I inay fee dt 188 As good as he And with I ne’er had feen him. ee doh ia ai F |THE CHARMS OF MELODY, . . With his miftrefs in his bed, . ‘Let him be lay’d in yon church-yard, - To confound him with her noifes « Jes oe ’ Poor Jack, 7 CE° patter to lubbers and fwabs, do you fee, — "Bout danger and fear, and the like ; A tight water boat and good fea-room give me, And it en’t to alittle Vil flrike: [fhou!d fmite, Tho’ the tempeft Oe ee And fhiver each fplinter of wood, [ching tight, Clear the wreck, ftow the yards, and bowfe every And under reef'’d forefail we'll feud. ' Avaft ! nor don’t thing me a milk-fop fo foft, "To be taken for trifles a-back ; | : For they fay there’s a Providence fits up aloft, _ To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack. ° + i tinea Why, I heard our good chaplain palave~ one day, ’Bout fouls—heaven—mercy—: nd fuch ; And, my timbers! what lingo he’ coil and belay! Why, ’twas juft allas one as !igh Durch! But he faid, how a fparrow can’t - ounder d’ye fee, Without orders tharcome down betow ; And many fuch things--which prov’d clearly to me That Providence takes us in tow : . For, fays he, do ye mind me, let ftorms e’er fo oft Take the top lifts of failors aback, “There’s a {weet little cherub fits perch’d up aloft, To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack. I faid to our Poll (for you fee the would cry, When laft we weigh’d anchor for fea) What argufies fhiv’ling, and piping your eye? Why, what a damn’d fool you muft be: Don’t you fee the world’s wide, and there’s room for us alle= anak Both for feamen and lubbers afhore ; And if to old Davy I go, my dear Poll, Why, you never wiil hear of me more. What, then? all’s a hazard—come, don’t be fo foft, Perhaps I may laughing come backs For, d’ye fee, there’s a cherub fits fmiling aloft, »To keep watch for thé life of Poor Jack, D’ye mind me, a failor fhould be, ev ry inch, All as one as a piece of the fhip— ; With her brave the world without off’ring to flinch From the moment the anchor’s a trip. As to me, in all weathers, all times, tides and ends, Nought’s a trouble, from duty that fprings ; “My heart is my Poll’s, and my rhino my friend’s— And as for my life ~—’tis my king’s'! E’en when my time’s come, ne’er believe me fo foft, As with grief to be taken a-back ;=—— That fame little cherub that fits up aloft Will look outa good birth for Poor Jack... . r Dibdin. - He that will not merry, merry be. HE that will not merry, merry be, With a gen’rous bowl and a toaft, May he in bridewell be fhut up, . . And faft bound toa poft: — ts ga Lut him be merry, merry there, ' And we'll be merry here; For who can know where we foal go, Lobe merry another year 2. He that will not merry, merry be, And take his glafs in courfe, oo eae +. May he be ’blig’d to drink fmall-beer, __ : Ne’er a penny in his purfe. : ‘ong Lit him be merry, &e, He that will not merry, merry be, bas) With a comp’ny of jotly boys, ise ee May he be plagu’d with a feolding wife, © \- | duct him be merry, Boe He that will not merry, merry be,- 8 : And I put in his fead. | Aut him be me ey "o . - abd % a Me “The Fler Tree, | 0” the tree, f Which, ch! my fweet Shakefpearsiras planted by : ; thee: - ts As a relic I kifs it, ah bow at thy fhrine ;, What comes from thy hand mutt be ever divine. mn oo All foall yield tothe Muller ry Tree: Bend to thee, Blefsd Mulberry! Matchlefs-was he | Ri Who planted thee-— a And thou, like him, emmortal foal be. ie Ye trees of the foreft, fo. rampant and high, Who fpread round’ your branches, whofe heads ’ iweep the fky; Ye curious exotics. whom tafte has brought’ here ~ Yo root out the natty es, at prices fo dbir. All fall yicld, &c. _ The oak is held royal —is Britain’s great boait— Preferv’d once our king, and will always our coaft: Of the fir we make fhips; there are thoufands that - fight— But one, “only ore, lik our Shakefpeat can write. All feall yield, &ec.' Let Venus delight in her gay’myrtle bow’rs — Pomona in fruit trees—and Flera in flow’rs; ‘The garden of Shakefpear all fancies will fuit, With the fweeteft. of flow’rs, and the faireft of | fruits S oavitero All fball yield, Ge. With learning and knowledge the well letter’d aged inch Supplies law and phyfic, and grace fot’the church; But law and the gofpel in Shakefpear we find—~ He gives the beft phyfic for body and mind. All fhall yields Sex; The ee of the fatfon eives fame to the tree; From him and his merits ‘this takes its degree: Give Phoebus and Bacchus their laurel and vine The tree of our Geek. ae is ftill more divine. All Joall yicld, Se As the peaug e # Shakefjea outfhines the heel Gr day, » \ More rapture than wine to the heart can convey ; So the tree which he planted, by making his own, " Has the laurel and ee and the vine all in one. All foall yield, eee Then ck elie relic:of this helio tree | From folly and fafhion a charm let it be. Let’s fill to the Planter the cup to.the brim— , ae honour your EUnet Rs do,honour to him. All sats yield, &e. ; 4 j Let Fame ‘fond her ‘Trumpet. sy ha Fame found her trumpet, and cry, to ‘the war; Let glory: let seiy'9 Te- -echo the flrain : The full tide of honour may flow from the fear, _» And heroés may. imile, may {mile at their pain ; ie The treafures of autumn let Bacchus difplay, Br Ata flagger about with his bowl? oe On Scienc® let Sol beam the luftre-of day, And Witdom give life to the foul. -. Let India unfold her rich gems fo my view, ; - Each virtue, each virtue, each joy to improve; But, give me the friend that I know to be true __ And the fair that I tenderly, tenderly love. What’s glory but pride? a vain bubble is fame, | anne riot’s the, Dine: of wine: THE CHARMS OF MELODY... eee rs _DEHOLD this fair goblet —" twas cary v'd from | Pay Me The Stay Maker re g.Coee a- merty—devil’ sin me— oe All the damfels with to win me; at tik _ All the damfels, all the damfels wih to win me; Like a may-pole round me clufter, Hanging garland, fuls and flufter, Lilting, eap’ring, grinning, {mitking, Pouting, bobbing, winking, jerking, _ Cocking bills up, chins up perking; Kates and Setties, Polls and Lettys— All were doating, gentle creatures, On thefe ‘features.’ * To their aprons all would pin me. Gad-a- hnereyadeyil” s in me— All the ladies with to win me. Pretty. damfels—ugly damfels—black hair’d damfels —-red hair'd damfed:--——fix- foot damfets —- thre foot ‘ damfils—pale fac’d damfils—plump facd damjels— JSmall-lee’d damfels— thick beo’d damfils—dainty dant Jebs— dowdy damfels—pr erty, ugly, black-hair'd, fix- Soot, three foot, pole-fac’d, plump fac d, fonall heg'd, Gee log d. dowdy, dainty—all run, all run, after me. tr For when preity fellows we, Pretty maids aré frank and fres3 Are frank and free. Gad-a-mercy—devil’s in me All the ladies wifh to with me; . All the ladies, all the ladies with to win me; > For their ftays taking meafure— ms Taking meafure, oh ! the pleafure ; Taking meafure, taking meafure, Oh! the pleafure. Oh! fuch tempting looks they give mé Withing of my heart to nim me— Pat and cry“ you devil, Jemmy.” Pretty ladies—ugly ladiss, Se. A Sailor’s Life at Sea. HEN. the anchor’s: weigh’d, and the thip’s unmoor d, é And landfmen lag behind: fir; . The failor joyful ‘fips aboard, And, {wearing, prays for a;wind, fir: Lowing here—yehoing there— Steadily readily, ‘cheerily, merrily ; _ Sill from care and thinking free— ts a failor’s life at fea. When we fail-with.a freth’ning breeze, And landimen all grow fick, fir, The failor lolls with his mind at eafe, And’the fong and the’can go quick, fir: Laughing here—qua ffi ing there—fitadily, Se. When the wind at night whiftles o’er fhe ceeP, And fings to landf{men dreary, , The failor fearlefs goes to fleep, Or takes his watch moft cheery: » Boosing here —noozing ther e—freadily,: fee When “he fky pues black, and the wind pee i ‘hard, And janciicl fotith below; fir, Jack: mounts up tothe ropiail yard, And turns his quid as he goes, fir: Hawling here— bawling there, Ge. When the fopstaas wayes run mountains high, 5 * And landimen cry, “ all's gone,” fir, , And the failor hangs *twixt fea and fky, ‘And jokes with Davy Jones, fir ; Dashing here—clafbing Vera asst ee. When the fhip-(d’ye fee) becomes a w reck, And land{men hoift the boat, fir, “The failor feorns to quit the deeb, While a fingle plank’s a-float, fir : 1 Swearing here— mre there hy, Bee ! acti * day; Aad che horns and the houndscall each fpoxdbetan away, F Thro’ woeds ant thro’ meadows with {peed now they bound, While health, rofy health, is in exercife found, Lark away, hark away, hark away is the word to the [cind of the horn, And ccho, bit the echo—wh ile echo, blith | uch eniakes " fovial the worm Each hill and each valley is lovely to view, , While pufs flies the | covert, and dogs quick ‘purfuey Behold where fhe ilies o’er the wide {preading plais, While the loud op’ning pack purfue her amain. % mah Hark away, ce Atlength pufsiscaught,and lies panting for breath, And the fhout of the hunt{man’s the fignal of death; Wo joys can delight like:the {ports of the-field, To hunting all paftimes and pleafures mult yield. dark away, Se : When on Board our trim Veflel. ee J on board our trim veffel we joyoufly fail’d, rs While the glafs circled round with full glee, King and country to give; my old friend never fail’d And the. toaft was foon tofs’d off by me: ‘Billows might. dath, Lightnings might flafh, *T was pe fame to us both when at. fea. If a too pow’ rful dete invour track did but pals, We refolv’d both to live and die-freex Quick we number’d her gute and. for each ‘toek.a lafs, Then a broadfide we gave her with three: Cannons might:roar, ‘Echo’d:from:hore, ’Twas the fame to us both when at fea. 0 dear, ee can. the matte. be, Ht! ! dear, what can the matter be / Oh! what can the matter‘be? Dear! what can the’ matter be? = Johnny’s fo Jong ‘at the fairs! #2)" Hie promis’d he’d buy me a fairing thould pleafeme, And then for a kifs, Bht? sg row'd he ae teaze me; He promis’d. he’d bring 1 mea bunch of new Libbom, To tie up my bonny brown hair, .; . .» Oh ! dear, what can. k Mier matter hei ? He promis *d he’d bring me a bafket of hotles! A garland of lilies, a garland’ of rofes, A little ftraw hat, to fet of the new ribbons That tie up my bonny brown hair.» Oh! dear, what can the matterbe ? ‘ He promis’d he’ d buy mea pair of new ftockings, A pair of new garters fhould coft him but two- pence, A little ftraw hart, to fet off the new bibboitet® ae “That tie up my bonny brown hair. scegear A ‘Oh! dear, what can the matter be? ie ‘ itn ae spas in in the gcod’ {hip i | I fail’d the world around, : ay nd for three years and-over * © fe I ne’ér touch’d Brisith ground : At length Fa Biigtanid danded, a Ifeft the roaring main‘; t. ‘Found all reiation’s firanded, And went to fea again. ee That time bound ftraight to Pattepet ‘Right fore and aft we bore, And when we made-Cape Ortugal, A gale blew off the fhore: She lay, fo-itedid fhock her, a A ‘Yog upon the main, *Till {av'd from Davy’ s lockex, We put to fea again. Next in a‘frigate failing, Upon a fqually night-—— Thunder and lightning hailing . The borrars of the fight; My precious limb was lopp’ "d off—_ I, when they eas’d my pain, : Thank’d God I was not Popp ‘d off, ii And went to fea again. ; a Yet ftill T am enabled» To bring up in ‘life’s rere, Altho’ I’m-quite difabled, ‘And lie in Greenwich tiers) The king, God blefs his royalty, ‘Who fav’d me from the main, Tl praife with love and yee But ne’er to: fea again, _— Dibdin. 7 | . The jolly | gay Pedlar. T AM a jolly gay pedlar, - . Come here 10, fell.my, wares, 5 9 lfoa As Yet tho’ inallithings I’m amedler, 9 a I. meddle the.molt wath, WiGsat bok eee When | fhew amy-tibbons to miffes, es Tho’ copper and ‘filver Fgain;) ~~ Yet better I'm ‘pleas’ d with the bliffes, "That ‘I cannot now well explains vir) 1 0A 8 am a golly say Pedlar, ee. Fools Say that this life j 4s ‘but Bt sto And teem difinclin’d tobe gay; 9 he But why fhould. we tkink of to-morrow, * When we miay be happy to-day : I rov'd round the world orate eafure, f Refolv’d to take mothing emits} bar) 1 oat And think my ‘exiftence a: saad d3 or (LR ehaagl Vhen ome withothe: sppamndthekifse, 2 : Ma I ama jolly vay ‘Predlav, Ei. They farkty a6 inating cabaret Who think that youth's gone ina. ie Yet will not enjoy fas itopafies, SI B'4 3 1 ‘The feafon ch t never comes back; go a es Let time jog on deed or quick See eee) Or whether weer, filly or wie ; ; ey o We fhall not -be the worfe for | ol gtiae, ” a Or the ui of a girl w ith ‘black eyes. - : ‘wee _ Lama jy, gay Peller, Gee Sosa ABs ‘oe at Lhe, Bumper ‘Toalt: a a ne a health to ail good lafles— rhs ae Pledge it ; ooo b Merrily fll your giaffes, , | eile 19k ‘ Let.a bumper -toaft g0 round. : Here’s.a round — is 6mm Oy al May they mertily fill our offes: 4) 29 vee | Let a bumper toaft go ron, Fe. All good, live - for4 in them true joys are foupa May they hlivea fe of pleafuré, fey pH » sp ‘Without mixture, without meatfure ; For in them true joys are found, &c. Let a bumper, teh ge re, . se ( neal ais ” ‘ mS , ay, ‘ ‘ a a 9 PS Vv Pan - CHARMS OF MELODY, oe ST REN. MEDLEY. The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth preferving, in the = { : ’ ‘ Englith Language; forming an Univerfal Mazagine of Love, Sentimenta 1, War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Politi ae as Old Enelith, Irith, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, 8c. : i - ae ee To which will be added, a complete Index. Old Towler. f Bear Chanticleer proclaims the dawn, bet And fpangles deck the thorn ; - The lowing herds now quit the lawn, The lark {prings from the corn, Dogs, hunt{men, round the windows throng Fleet Towler leads the cry, i ~ Arife! the burden of their fong, This day a fag muff die. ; With a hey, ho chivy, Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy, With a hey, ho chivy, : Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy- Ayvife, &c. I figh while I tug at the Oar. Ge !=think on my fate, once f freedom enjoy’d, Was as happy as happy could be; But pleafure is fled, even hope is deftroy’d, A captive, alas! onthe fea: .- : I was ta’en by the foe—’twas the fiat of fate, oe ae ae from her I adore! | en thought brings to mind my once happy flate, I fighewhile I we at the wae oa . Hard—hard is my fare! oh, how galling my chain! My life’s fteer’d by mifery’s chart ; And though ’gainft my tyrants I fcorn to complain, Tears guth forth to eafe my full heart : I difdain e’en to fhrink, tho’ I feel the fharp lafh, Yet my hreaft bleeds for her I adore ! While around me the unfeeling billows will dafh, I figh—-and ftill tug at the oar. "The cordial takes its merry round, _ The laugh and joke prevail, The huntf{man blows a jovial found, ‘The dogs {nuff up the gale : The upland winds they {weep along, O’er fields, thro’ brakes they fly ; The game is rouz’d, tootrue the fong, This day a ftag must die. How fortune deceives! I had pleafure in tow, The port where fhe dwelt wee'd in view ; But the wifh’d nuptial morn was o’er clouded with woe, : And, dear Anne, I was burried from you: Our fhallop was boarded, and I borne away, To hehold my dear Anna no more: But defpair wafts my fpirits, my form feel decay, He figh’d—and expir'd at the oar. “With a hey, ho, &e. Poor ftag! the dogs thy haunches gore, The tears run down thy face; The huntfman’s pleafure is no more, His joys were inthe chace. Alike the fportfmen of the town, The virgin game in view, Are full content to run them down, Then they in turn purifue. : With their hey, ho, &c- earns Nee Fe ere Spanking Jack. Sweet Lilies of the Valley. Cons Jack was fo comely, fo brifk, and w anil sei. fo joll "ER barren hills and flow’ry dales, seuet é : é . ©. O'er feas and diftant thores: Tho eS blew great guns ftill he d whiftle and With merry fong and jocund tales, ae, Jack lov’d his friend, and was true to his Molly, ° ‘And, if honour gave greatnefs, was great asia king. One night as we drove with two reefs in our fore- _ fail, oe The feud came on low’ring from off a lee fhore, Jack went up aloft, to hand the top-mainifail, ; ‘A fpray wath’d him off and we ne’er {aw him more. I’ve pafs’d fome pleafant hours. : Tho’ wand’ring thus I ne’er could find _A girl like blithfome Sally, Who picks and culls and cries aloud, - « Sweet lilies of the valley.” Brom whittling o’er the harrow’d turf, ! From nefting of each tree, - I chofe a foldier’s life to wed, _ So focial, gay and iree. = Yet tho’ the laffes love as well, And often try to rally, None pleafes me like her who cries ee “ Sweet lilies of the valley.” But grievine’s a folly, fo Jet us Le folly, Tf we've troubles at fea, bays, we've pleafures on fore . Whifling Tem fill of mifchief and fun in the — middle, : Thro’ life in all weathers at random would jog, He'd laugh, and he’d fing, and he’dplay on the fiddle, And fwig, with an air, his allowance of grog : Long fide of a Don in the Terrible Frigate, As yard-arm and yard-arm we lay off the fhore, . I care not which, with either pleas’d, In and out whiffling Tom did fo caper and jig it, "So I poffefs my Sally, ! That his head was thot off, and we ne’er faw him That little merry nymph that cries m0 Mores — «© Sweet lilies of the walteyicr as! ; I’m now return’d of late difcharg’d, To ufe my native toil, From fighting in my country’s caufe, _. To plough my country’s foil : But grieving’s a folly, Bee ry; Bet a a eR eee, an ae ang = PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROV, Dublin; ie ‘nS i ieee Where the preceding Numbers canbehude 7 « 3. © THEJCHARMS OF MELODY: =, Bonny Ben He was brave, open-hearted, good-natur’d and free, And if ever one tar was more true than another, To his friend and his duty that failor was he: One day with the David, to heave the cadge-anchor, 3en went in a boat ona bold craggy fhore, He over-board tripp’d, « hen a fhark or a {fpanker Soon nipp’d hint in two, and we ne ‘er faw him more. But grieving's a folly, ec. ‘Come then jolly meffmates let’s not be down- hearted ‘Becaule that mayhap we now take our laft oe Life’s cable muft one day or other be parted, - And death in faft moorings muft bring us all up; _ But “tis always the cafe, and you'll {carce:find a bro- ther, Sound as pitch, honeft-hearted and true to the core, But by battle or‘fea, or fome dam’d thing or other, They're popp’d off the hooks and we ne’er fee them more. Dibdine But grieving’s a folly, ce. The Wanton God. bal nee wanton God, who pierces. hearts, Dips in gall his pointed darts.; But the nymph difdains to pine, Who bathes the wound with rofy wine; “Rofy wine, rofy wine, Who bathés the wound with rofy wine! ‘Farewell lovers when they’re cloy’d, If I’m {corn’d becaufe enjoy’d, Sure the {queamifh fops are free ‘To rid me of dull company ; Sure they’re free, fure they’re free, ‘To rid me of dull company. "They have charms, whilft mine.can pleafe.; T love them much, but more my eafe ; . No jealous fears my love molett, Nor faithie{s vows. fhall break my reft ; Break: my reft, break my-reft, ‘Nor faithlefs vows fhali break my reft. Why fhould they e’er give me pain, Who to give me joy difdain? All I hope of mortal man ‘Is to love me while he can; While he can, while he can, _ Isto love me while he.can. Milton. Jolly Dick the Lamp-lighter. *M jolly Dick the lamp-lighter, ] They fay the fun’s my dad, And truly I believe it, fir, For.I’m a pretty lad: Father and I the world delight, And make it look fo gay, The diff’rence.is I lights by night, And:father lights by day. / But father’s not the likes of I, For knowing life and fun ; For I ftrange tricks and fancies fpy, Folks never fhew the fun: Rogues, owls and bats.can’t bear the light, I’ve heard your wife ones fay, And fo, d’ye mind, I fees at night Things never feen by day. At night men lay afide all art, As guite a ufelefs tafk, And many a face, and many a heart Will then pull of the mafk ; ‘Each formal prude, and holy wight, Y ae Will throw difguife away, Abd | fin it openly at night, Who fainted all the day. 3 to each jolly meffmate a brother, - “« my « * 1. -_ ~ His darling hoard the mifer views, — Miffes from friends decamp, And many a flatefman mifchief brews ~ To his country o’er his lamp; So father, and I, d’ye take-me right, Are jut on the fame lay, . I bare-fac’d finners light by night, © * And he falfe Suiaks by day. al Blow high, blow low. LOW high, blow low, let tempefts tear The main-maft by the-board, . %.- My heart with thoughts of thee, my dear, And love well ftored, Shall brave all dangers, fcorn all fear, The roaring winds, the raging fea, In hopes on fhore to ‘be once more Sate moot’d with thee. Aloft while mountains high we 20, The whiftling winds that feud along, And the furge roaring from below, Shail my fignal be to.think on thee, And this fhall be my fong ; Blewhigh, blow low, Se And on that night when all the crew The mem’ry of their former lives, O’er flowing cans of flip renew, And drink their fweet-hearts and their wives, Til heave a figh, and think on thee, * And asthe fhip rolls thro’ the fea, The burden of my-dfong‘thall be, Blow high, blow low, oe. Down the rugged Mountain’s Steep. Epos the rugged mountain’s fteep, Hark! the plunging waters leap, Rufhing with refiftlefs force, To the Derwent’s gentler courfe, Soon its fury will fubfide, ‘Then we'll truft the fafer tide. Danger now awaits the wave, Which the rafh alone would brave: Hark! the plunging waters leap Down the rugged mountain’s fteep : ‘Soon its fury will fubfide, Then we'll truft the fafer tide. Jcan’t for my Life. Sung in the “ Deferter.”” { Can’t for my life guefs the caufe of thisfufs, _ Why there’s pipers & fidlers; w hile Robin& Harry And Clodpole and Roger, bad ten more of us Have pull'd as much fruitas we’re able to jas, MARGARET. Why numfcull, that’snothing; herladyfhip’s wine All over the village runs juft like a fountain; And I heard the folks fay, ev’ry dith when they dine Will be fwimming in claret, madeira & mountain JENNY. * Then-tor poultry, and fuch like—good teat what 9 a ftore! . I faw Goodman Gander fix bafkets full cramming ' Then fuch comfits and jellies! why one fuch fealt more Would certainly breed in the village a famine. + CHORUS What the meaning can be We fhall prefently fee, For yonder’s old Ruffet, who certainly knows; But be what it will, a ‘Our with thall be fill, Jey and health to _ Dutcheis wherever fhe died Dibdin. L . = ithe Blower Carl. _ JN poverty’s garb tho’ tis true T’m array’d, as ' h ve Yet jocund with me pafs the hours; ‘Contentment is mine, tho’ a poor ruftic maid, I cheerfull cry—who’ll buy fweet flow’rs? * Thefe rofes fhall give girls a warning, That thofe beauties, thofe dimples they prize, Which they take fo much pains in adorning, Soon, like the rofe, withers and dies: ‘Then ye on whom fortune her affluence pours, _ Come purchafe, I pray ye, a wreath of {weet flow’rs. “When {pring doth the face of all nature infpire, And gladdens the earth with its fhow’rs; When cold hoary frofts from the meadows retire, Then I cearfull cry who'll buy fweet flow’rs : _ Then, ladies, f pray take a warning, ‘Tis not beauty alone you fhould prize; ‘For, tho’ frefh and’ blooming this morning, Alas! on the morrow ‘ic withers and dies: _ Then ye on whom fortune her affluence pours, Come purchafe,T pray ye,a wreath of {weet flow’rs. 2 Sweet Lavender. HoYv ‘happy was of late each morn, sh TY wak’d from foft repofe, And carelefs trip the verdant lawn Where frefh the hawthorn blows, Till love that caus’d the tear to {mart, And ftole contentment’s fweet, ‘Now’s left me with an aching heart, - To cry thro’ London ftreets, Four bunches a penny {weet lavender, four bunches a penny, Four bunches a penny {weet lavender, four bunches a penny. What tho’ my cot was humbly poor, Calm peace her bleffings lent ; And fmil’d upon my threfhold door, With innocent content ; ’ Till William came, the pride of {wains, And ftole away its fweets ; Which made me leave my native plains, To cry thro’ London ftreets Four bunches a penny, Se. But glory fill’d his manly breaft, _ He fled to wars alarms; And left me with a heart oppreft, Difrob’d of love’s foft charms: To follow him in humble guife, I bade adieu to {weets F ‘OF village {ports,with ftreaming eyes, To cry thro’ London ftreets, Four bunches a penny, Se. _ Then lovely maidens come and buy, They'll fcatter fweet perfume ; For nought with nature’s ftore can vie, Or fhed fo foft a bloom ; So fhall my grateful bofom blefs The hand that bounty greets, And aids poor Sue with fond redrefs, That cries thro’ London ftreets ; Four bunches a penny, Se. The Nymph who in my bofom reigns. | Rhea nymph who in my bofom reigns, _ With {uch full force my heart enchains ; That nothing ever can impair - The empire fhe poffeffes there. Who digs for ftones of radiant ray, Finds bafer matter in his way ; The worthJefs load he may contemn, ‘ ‘But prizes ftill and {eeks the gem. _ THE CHARMS OF MELODY. = = = s19 The Traveller benighted. HE traveller benighted, Begs And led thro’ weary ways, The lamp of day new lighted, With joy the dawn furveys. = : The rifing profpects viewing, Each look is forward caft ; He fmiles, his courfe purfuing, Nor thinks of what is paft. Love in a Pillage. : The Trim-built Wherry. — ae EN farewell my trim-built wherry, Oars, and coat, and badge farewell; Never more at Chelfea ferry, Shall your ‘Vhomas take a fpell. . But to hope and peace a ftranger, In the battle’s heat I go.; Where-expos’d to ev’ry danger, Some friendly ball thall lay me low. ‘Then may-hap when homeward fteering, With the news my mefs-mates come, Even you my ftory hearing, With a figh may cry—poor Tom! The Waterman. How ftands the Glafs around. OW ftands the glafs around, For fhame, you take no care, my boys, How ftands the glafs around, Let mirth and wine abound; The trumpets found, The colours they are flying, boys, To fight, kill or wound ; May we ftill be found, Content with our hard fate, my boys, On the cold ground. Why, foldiers, why, Should we be melancholy, boys, Why, foldiers, why, Whofe bufinefs ’tis to die : What !—fighing, fie ! Hang fear, drink on, be jolly, boys; *Tis he, you, or 1! Cold, hot, wet, or dry, We’re always bound to follow, boys, And fcorn to fly. ’'Tis but in vain, I mean not to upbraid ye, boys; ’Tis but in vain For foldiers to complain © Should next campaign Send us to him who made us, boys: We’re free from pain; But if we remain, A bottle and kind landlady é Cure all again. Gen. Wolfe. Had I Heart for falfhood fram’d. Air,—‘ Molly Afore-’ H*? Ia heart for-falfhood fram’d, I ne’er could injure you: For tho’ your tongue no promife claim’d, Your charms would make me true. To you 'no foul fhall bear deceit, No ftranger offer wrong> pire: te For friends in all the ag’d you'll meet, i” And lovers in the young. # But when they learn that you have bleft Another with your heart, They'll bid afpiring paffion reff, And aét.a brother’s part : Then, lady, dread not here deceit, Nor fear to fuffer wrong ; . For friends in all the ag’d you'll meet, And brothers in the young. Sheridan. 20 BALLADS ANCIENT AND MODERN, ‘Lae » The Death of Allen. ae bells they rang all in the morn, And Allen he rofe full foon, Sad tydings were heard for Allen to hear, Thar Mary weuld wed e’er moon, Then Allen he call’d on Thomas's name, And Thomas came at his call, «© Make ready a coffin and winding fhroud, « For Mary fhall fee me fall. « When laft we parted with brimful eye, « Right-loving fhe made a vow 5 But Richard has twice as many fheep, « And Mary forgets‘me now. fo ee « When you with Lucy fhall affix * Yhe happy marriage day, ‘© Oh! do not oer my green grafs-grave * © Inhuman take thy way.” 4 The Spanifh Lady’s Love. wit you hear of a Spanifh lady, How fhe woo’d an Englifh mant Garments gay as rich as may be uae Deck’d with jewels fhe had on. on 1 As his prifoner there he kept her, E In his hands her life did lie; ; Cupid s bands did tie them fafter — , by the liking of an eye. . « Then bear-me to the green-grafs bank, «© Where we did kifs and play, And tell her, the rain, that made it fo green, “ Has -wath’d my kiffes away.” The bridegroom led the bride fo fair, The priefi he came anon; But Thomas he brought his dear friend’s corfe, Before the wedding was done. But at laft there came commandment For to fet the ladies free, . With their jewels flill adorned, None to do them injury. « « Gallant captain fhew fome pity “ To a lady in diftrefs; hy 2") «“ Leave me not within this city, He laid him on the green-grafs bank, “ For to die in heavinefs:” ; Where they did kifs and play, ‘And told her, the rain, that made it fo green, Had wath’d his kiffes away. When fhe beheld poor Allen’s dead corfe, Her maiden bluth was loft, She faded, as tho’ on April morn A primrofe nipt by a froft. Then all beneath one fatal ftone Together they buried were. Falfe maidens, who break your plighted vow, - Take heed ye come not there « oe How fhould’f thou, fair lady, love me, « Whom thou know’ht thy country’s foe? Thy fair words make me fulpect thee ; « Serpents lurk where flowers grow.” «* Bleffed be the time and feafon, « That you came on Spanifh ground; << If you may our foes be termed, - « Gentle foes we have you found.” c . “ Reft you ftill, moft gallant lady ; « Reft you full, and weep no more, Of fair lovers there are plenty, . « Spain doth yield you wond’rous ftore.” . n The Diftrefs of Marian. ye April ev’ning, when the fun Had journey’d down the fky, ‘Sad Marian, with looks of woe, Walk’d forth full heavily. “Fears trickled down her faded cheek, Soft fighs her bofom heav’d ; ‘Soft fighs reveal’d her inward woe; -Alas! fhe’d been deceivd. _-« Oh! whata wretch am I become, « A lucklefs lafs,” faid fhe, The cowflip, and the violet blue, «* Have now no charms for me. « The golden fun that daily fhines, « And glitt’ring decks the fky, «« Brings no relief to my diftrefs, « Or pleafure tomy eye. This little river, when I drefs’d, « Fas ferv’d me for a glafs 5 « But now-it only fhews how love «« Has ruin’d this poor face. « What charms could happy Lucy boaft, « To fix the wav ring mind? « What charms in Lucy more than me, “ Ungrateful, couldft thou find. « Haft thou forgot the tender vows « Which at my feet were made ? Yet Ill not fpend my dying hour « Thy falfehood to upbraid. -« But what remaining breath I have «¢ Shall intercede with heav’n ; That all rhofe broken vows to me, « At laft may be forgiv’n. « Leave me not unto a Spaniard, “ 'Phou alone enjoy’ft my heart; « IT amdovely, young and tender, « Love is likewife my defert:” - « It would be a fhame, fair lady, « For to bear a woman hence; Englith foldiers never carry « Any fuch without offence.” « | have neither gold nor filver « To maintain thee in this cafe, — « And to travel is great charges, “As you know in ev’ry place.” t . « On the feas are many dangers, « Many ftorms dothere arife, Which will be to ladies dreadful, « And force tears from wat’ry eyes « wn ‘ . Courteous lady, leave this fancy, | «« Here comes all that breeds the ftrife 5 : J, in Etigland, have already « A fweet woman to my wife.” - O, how happy is that woman - “| hat-enjoys fo true a friend ! | “« Many happy days God fend her; 4 «“ Of my fuit I make an,end: 4 Gommend me to thy lovely lady, « Bear to her this chain of gold: «“ And thefe braceletsforatoken: = «« Grieving that 1 was fo bold. *- I will fpend my days in prayer, 4* Love and ail his laws defy ; cs «Inanun’ry villl fhroudme, 1 iV «“ Far from any company: P ¢ - « Thus farewell, moft gallant captain? - « Farewell to my heart’s content ! Count not Spanith ladies wanton, « Though to thee my love was bent.” ~ es! Se “iS es 4«¢ Yet one poor boon, before I die, « I would of thee require; % And do not thou réfute to grant _« A wretch’s laft defire: wo ¢¢ to th ar “4 = Lit Aas a Should any th _ From all their {ports 1 turn away, ic cider, ale, and perry, “When on the flream the youths attend ? kates ot wET THe jing * SIREN MEDLEY { ~ The Plan of the Publifher is to embody in one Grand Fotio Volame, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language, worth preferving—forming aa Univerial Magazise of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Peet trith, and’: cotch Ballads, Legendari ies, &e, &c.—-~-To which will be added, a complete Index. ri hee S OF MELODY, e The Mid Watch. iM a att When fearce a Hand{pike high. # eo And chilling mifts hang o’er the darken’d main, i wW HEN ‘tis night and the mid-watch is come, NEN fcarce a handfpike high, Death with old. dad made free; | Then failors think of their far difiant home, » : Se wi} » And of thofe friends they may ne'er fee again ; 2 what does Udo, bate Pikes me off to fea: Says Lto fweetheart Poll, If ever | come back, ghe. of them come o’er our mind, We'll laugh and fing tol lol d me think that fhould the day be won pe If not, renee is SR Oe How ’rwill cheer ‘ ’ heic hearts to hear, That their old companion he was one. Bue when the fighr’s begun, , Each ferving at his gun, I'd fortune f{mooth and rough, Or my lad, if you a miftrefs, kind The wind would chop and veer : Have left on fhore fume pretty girl and true, "Till hard knocks I'd nap'd enough, “Who many a night doth liften to the wind ; On board a privateer : And Baer to think how it may fare with you: Propt with a wooden peg, _O when the fight’s begun, Poll I thought would bid me pack, ‘Each ferving at his gun, | So was fore’d d’ye fee, to beg, Shite any thought of her come o’er your mind, And ’twas, pray remember jack. “Think only fhould the day be won, , 4 aia 1) How twill cheer 5 i ott |) lax’t, as folks hove by, Her heart ro hear, gong . _ |. And fhew’d my wooden pin; That her own true {ailor he was one, Young girls wou'd fometimes figh, And gaping lubbers grin: Ww liam of the Ferry. In vain I'd often ba wi, : ee My hopes were ta’en a-back, FT’ as ‘on Thames’s banks I ftray, And my thare of copper fall, Where nymphs and {wains appear, Ga pray remember Jack: If William be-not there: The nymphs all laugh, ~The fwains all quaff One day, my lockers’ ba. And togs all tatrer’d grown, I twige'd « a pinnace fair, Rt podiand sant: | Well rige’d. a bearing down eet esl dithish detnley ’*T was Poll—fhe look’d fo fpruce, To i ans deahe fer What, thus, faid fhe, come back ! My tongue forgot i its ufe, ” “Their manly {kill to fhew, | And,: pray reine ae Jack. With rival force the oar they bend, And o’er the furface row : _. | What matters much to prate, Burnoneslmn fires : ‘|. She’d fhiners fay’d a few ; E’er ply the oar, - Soon I became her mate, Or fteer fo well the wherry, Wa’n’t Poll a {weetheart true ? Ashe who Web %. ' Then a friend I’d ferv’d before, ; The prize alone __ From a long voyage trips back, ee ies awe oe : Shar’d with I his gold galore, Young William of the ferry... Poe he well Ere SAO, ‘ Such blifs to me his {miles impart, OF Be iH See ar ge ms Whene’er he talks of love, That now I find my yielding heart / So what tho’ I loft. my leg, PUBLISHED at N°“ 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, : Where the preceding Numbers can be had, ei be ' Does all his hopes approve: It feem’d my fortune to mend, So Hymen’s bands Bie And was fore’d, d’ye fee, to beg, i. yt a ‘Shall join our hands: ” I gain’d a wife and friend : - Then [ll be blithe and metas” StS A Here’s the King, Old England, Poll, yi And fing thro’ Iifess * ; _ My fhipmate juft come back: ¥ 0 The happy wite > ' | "Then Jaugh and fing tol lol de rol, Rhoda 2° William of. the ferry. bi And pray remember Jack. © ee 2% “ “THE: x Beauty blooms on every + on Bw. blooms on every thorn, . Lovely thew the fields to view, Fair the bluth of rifing morn, Fairer you. Sar the flow’rs in rich array, earied o'er with morning dew, Sweet the breath of infant May, Sweeter you, Mild the breeze that fans the grove, Mild the fea:her’d nation too, Mild the voice of happy love, Milder you. Sally in our Alley. By Mr. Henry Carey. , aN F all che girls that are fo {mart, There’s none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And fhe lives in our alley: There’s ne’er.a lady inthe land, That's half fo {weet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And fhe lives in our alley. Her father he makes cabbage nets, And thro’ the ftreets does cry ’em ; ' Her mother the fells laces long, To fuch as choofe to buy ’em; But fure fuch folks cou’d ne’er beget So {weet a zirl as Sally ; She iis the darling of my heart, And fhe lives in our alley, When fhe is by, I leave my work, I love her fo fincerely ; My matter comes like any Turk, And bangs me moft feverely ; But let him bang his belly full, I'll bear it all for Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And fhe lives in our alley. Of all the days that’s in the week, I dearly love but one day ; And that’s the day that comes betwixt, A Saturday and Monday ; For then I’m dreft all in my beft, To walk abroad with Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And fhe lives in our alley. My mafier carries me to church, _ And often am I blamed ; Becaufe I leave him in the lurch, Soon as the text is named ; I leave the church in fermon time, And flink away to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And the lives in our alley. When Chriftmas comes about again, Oh! then lf fhall have money ? Pll hoard it up and box ir ail, And give itto my honey ; I with it were ten thoufand pounds, I'd give it all to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And fhe lives in our alley, My mafter and the neighbours all, Make game of me and Sally; And, but for her, Pd better be A flave and row a galley ; But when my fev’n long years are out, Oh! then Pil marry Sally ; Oh! then we'll wed, and then we'll bed . ’ But not in our alley, Ot ay. re CHARMS € _A-cake and rather be his ae a 8 > Ts a hy SS) Te Swelling Canvafs. The fthip flew chro’ the fea, 3ut nought, Louifa, could avail, A egy {welling canvafs caught the breeze, ry ' To take my thoughts from thee: ee Te Ah! no—from love, my charming maid, i'd every pain endure; And you alone the wound have made, That you alone can cure. When loud contending billows fweep, And filver’d waves arife, The fhip now plunges in the deep, And now affails the tkies: But greater are the ftorms by far That in my bofom roll, Love's ev'ry conflict ftruggtes there, And agitates my foul. . Thy form, my mind, my paffion holds, No one e’er lov’d more true; Tho’ parted diftant as the poles, My heart is ftill with you; In pity then rerurii my love, Nor from my wilhes fly, - For if you {mile “:will heaven prove, But if you frownldie =” The Cottager’s Daughter. [ \ H! tell me ye {wains have you feen my Paftora, O fay have you met the {weet maid in your way, Tranfcendant as Venus, and blithe as Aurora, From Neptune’s. bed rifing to hail the new day, Forlorn do | wander, and long time have fought her, The faireft, the rareft, for ever my theme: A goddefs in form, tho’ a cottager’s daughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln’s winding ftream. Of Aln’s avinding flream, &e. . Miho! lesdlings fo gay and young fquires have fought er, To link her fair hand in the conjugal chain, Devoid of ambition, the cottager’s daughter, Convine’d them that flatr’ry and offers were vain: When firft I beheld her, | foatlby hela g he her, My heart did her homage, and love was my theme She vow’d to be mine, the {weet cortager’s daughter, - That dwells on the borders of Aln’s Winding ftream. Then why thus alone does the leave me to languifh Paftora to fplendour cou’d ne’er yield her hand, Ah! no, fhe returns to remove my fond anguith, O’er her heart love and truth ftill retain their com- Th Casi f Goledn ; e wealth of Golconda cou’d never have bo For love, truth and conftancy ftill is her eee Then give me, kind Hymen, the cottazer’s daughier 5 That dwells on the borders of Aln’s winding ftream. wn et eal ag eats We aR The Woodman. | TAY, trav’ller, tarry here to-night, ’ The rain yet: beats, the wind is loud, The moon has too withdrawn her lighe, And gone to fleep behind a cloud. "Tis feven long miles acrofs the moor, And fhould you chance to go aftray You'll meet, I fear, no friendly door, : Nor foul to tell the ready way. Come, ceareft Kate, our meal pre are, This ftranger fhall partake ce belt , fare, With ale that makes the weary bleft, Approach the hearth, thee take a place, And ’till the hour of reft draws nj Of Robin Hood and Chevy Chace 2” We'll fing—then to our pallets hie, é oy | | A Oe a A ‘i 4 AAP at 3 ea ee gee ee re Then fay my fweet Girl. i ‘EAR Nancy!I’ve faii’d the world all around, §J And feven long years been a rover; “To make for my charmer each thilling a pound ; But now my hard perils are over. | ve fav’d from my toils many hundreds in gold, The comforts of life to beget; Have borne in each climaze the heat and the cold; _ And all for my pretty Brunette; _ Be Then fay, my fueet girl, can you love me, Then fay, Fe. ‘Tho’ others may boaft of more riches than mine, And rate my attractions e’en fewer ; At their jeers and ill nature [ll feorn to repine, - Gan they boatft of a heart that is truer ? ‘Or, will they for thee plough the hazardous main, . Brave the feafons both ftormy and wer, Af not, why Dll do it again and again, And all for my pretty Brunette ; When order’d afar in purfuit of the foe, I figh’d at the bodings of fancy, : “Which fain would perfuade me I might be laid low, _. And ah! never more fee my Nancy ; ‘But hope like an angel foon banifh’d the thought, _ And bade me fuch notions forget : | Took the advice and undauntedly fought, _ And all for my pretty Brunette ; Peete _ | - Then fay, my freet girl, Se. 3 The Rake at large. | -¥ OOR’E, dear Ma’am, I’m quite the thing, Ly Natibus hey! tippity ho, dn my thoe I wear a ftring ; Tied ina black bow, fo: €ards and dice, l’ve monft’rous luck, Pm no drake yet keep a duck, ‘Tho’ not married, yet I’m a buck, Lantherum {wath, kee-vi. _Tve a purfe well ftock’d with brafs, _ Chinkety hey ! tinkiry ho! _ Pve good eyes but cock my glafs, ' Stare about, fquintom ho! In two boots I boldly walk, _ Piftol, fword, I never balk, _ Meet my man and bravely talk, ‘ _ Pippity pop, coupée. - Sometimes I mount a fimart cockade, - Puppydum hey, ftrurtledum ho! _ From High Park to the parade, _ Cock my carey kee : As I pafs a centry box, Seldiers reft their bright firelocks, Each about his mufket knocks - Rartledum flap, to me. In the Mall, Ma’am gives her card, _ Cafhedy me, kiflady fhe ! it before the ftable yard, Leg-orum lounge a row; Pretty things I fotrly fay — When I’m afk’d our chairs to pay, Yes, fays 1, and walk away, Pennybus tartum, ho! Bolougne I liv’d a week, |v! ricafee hey! trick a fee ho! te fine French I learn’d to fqueak, rinnibus fkiptum, ho! p French clack about, Aateur, Navetie, chef devre, bon donceur,’ on point, guel tout mon cetr, Fiddiledee toll, hee hee |. om Ww AEORMS OF MELODY, - ee | ‘Rotten-row my Sunday ride, hts Then fuy, my fweet girl, can you love me, Then fay, my frveet girl, Se.. } Trottledum hey, tumble off, ho Pony, eighteen-pence a fide, Windgall, glanderum ‘ho! Cricket, 1 fam’d Lumpey nick, ; Daddles, fmouch Mendoza lick, ‘Up to, ah! Tm jaft the kick, ‘O'Keefe Alamande cap’rum toe. Were I laid on Greenland’s Coaft. ERE I laid on Greenland’s coaft, And in my arms-embrac’d my lafs ; Warm amidft eternal froft, “ Too foon the half year's night would pafs. Were I fold on Indian foil; Soon as the burning day was clos'd, I could mock the fultry toil, When on my charmer’s breaft repos'd. And I would love you all the day, Ev'ry night we'd kifs and play, If with me vou'd fondly frray, Over the hills and far away. Begpar’s pera, Somebody. WES I obliged to’beg my bread, And had no place to lay my head, I'd creep where yonder herds are fed, And fteal a look at Somebody : My own dear Somebody, My conftant Somebody, ‘T'd creep were yonder herds are fed, And fteal a look at Somebody, Oh! had I eagle’s wings to fly, And take my flight acrofs the iky, I'd feaft my longing tearful eye, And fteal-a look at Somebody.. I'd feaft my longing tearful eye, And fteal a look at Somebody. When I’m laid low, and am at reft, And may be number’d with the bleft, ‘Oh! may the artlefs feeling breaft, Throb with regard for Somebody. Ah! will you drop one pitying tear, And figh for the loft Somebody. But fhould I ever live to fee That form fo much ador’d by me, Then thou’lt reward my conftancy, Pil be bleft with Somebody, Then fhall my tears. be dry’d by thee, And I'll be bleft, with Somebody. ES SN TEINS I like the Fox fhall grieve. LIKE the fox fha!l grieve, Whofe mate has left her fide ; Whom hounds, from morn to eve, Chace o’er the country wide, Where can my lover hide? Where cheat the weary pack ? If love be not his guide, He never will come back. Beggar's Opera. My Love to War is going. Y love to war is going, M And I am left, to mourn ; For him my tears are flowing, Ah! when will he return? O war, thou fource of forrow, By thee what thoafands mourn, Perhaps. before to-morrow, Heil fill the faral urn. 7,38 as, \v giant a” ees - | Julia. fm 6 eer the graves, w fleep the dead, geen Julia wis her ens - Sighs to heave and tears to O'er the fpot where Damon uy,” Many a blooming flow’r fhe bore, - Over the green grafs turf to throw; And whilé faft het téars did pour, © Thus ‘the fang to footh her woes “© Soft and fafé tho’ lowly grave, “ Faft det thee my tears thall flow ; Only hope the haplefs have, “« Only refuge: lefr for woe: Conftant love and grief fincere: “ Shall thy hallotwdeturf pervade ; And many a heartfelt figh and tear, * Haplefs youth, fhall footh thy fhade. Lighted by the moon’s pale fhine, « See me, to thy mem’ry true, » Lowly bending at thy fhrine, « Many'a vorive flow’r to frew, “ But: how little do thefe flow’rs * Prove my love and conftancy ! “© Vera few fad fleeting hours, “ And, dear youth; Pil follow thee. “ Rofe replete with fcent and hue, “ Sweereft flow’r that nature blows, ‘“ Damon flourith’ d once like you; « “~ os ~ ~ “ a c ~ - “ Now o’er him the green grafs grows. “ Rofe, go deck his hallow’d grave, * s* Lily, o’er the green turf, twine. 3 Honour meet + at turf thould have,» “ Beauty’s bed and virtue’s fhrine. ** Primrofe pale, and ytolet blue, ‘« Jefs’ min fweet, and eglantine, ‘« Nightly here thy {weets I ftrew, “- Proud to deck my true-tove’s fhrine. “ Like you, my Damon bloom’d a day, « He did die, and: fo muft you— “ Bart fuch charms can you difplay, “ Half fo virtuous, half fo true? oi “ No, fweet flow’rets, no fuch charms, ** No fuch virtues can you boaft ; “ Yer he’s torn from my fond arms, “ Yet my faithful love is croft. “ But a radient morn. fhall rife, * (Loivring moments, fafter flow) # When with him I'l! tread the fhiesy | “ Smile at death, and laugh at woe.” Thus fhe fung, and ftrew'd the flaw’r, Beat her breaft, and. wept, and figh'd; And, when toll’d the midnight hour, » On the green turf grave fhe dy’d. Many a nightin ale forlorn Sung her knell, while breezes figh’d ; Haughty grandear heard’ with feorn’ How fo poor a er dy’d. eeLthe Dowy Den. See eas, not yon bonny fteed, dihat seve That eats beneath the tree? - O tarry not, my litrle DOT: cise “Bat bring him fatt COMO nT nt ‘The boy ran nimbly to the place, ' Where fed the milk-white fteed, And brought hirn to’ the’ lady fair, Who mounted him with {peed, The whip fhe ply’ d—the courfer flew, ~The duft in clouds did rife, And foon fhe fpy’d the *dowy den Where her true lover lies.) 5 4 Ae as Ly derecho aye ne * Dowy fignifies difmal. : Bat now the | To w here her lover lay 5 5 } My faithful heart to fhake ;. 4 it 7 er Come hither, come hither, come hither, . bes n se4 Seeking the food-he, eats, rent Teh cn ney on the gro Then bed tans : ‘ Y ung, ‘* e fat places aif With trees yn ES pufhes hu ng. Pred: Tee . A dreary place Laveen, i it was,» eat And ei tetd to.behold; » | hal Above—the winds. did doleful blow ere a Below—dark waters roll’d. 5 All-cold and pale the yovileew ay Lat Yi. h "e Faft by the rueful flood" ss \ ae A breathiefs corfe, ourfirerch’d he” eye ee . And all befmear’d with blood.. te oa « And gaz’d on the cold clay. ~ hat breaft where oft thou, love-fick maid Haft laid thy languid head, * Doth riow. prefent the ghaflly wound - Made by the deathful blade. Thofe yellow locks, that oft with j joy Thy lily hand hath bound, * | Tofs'd by ‘He wind, now loofely. flow % Negieted on thie ground. | oa “How cold and wan at noon that eck, | W here glow’d at morn the rofe ! Dede dee Thofe beauteous eyes the flee p af death. Hf wile Doth now for ever clofe.’ Y In filent anguifh fix’d fhe flood, + Ate And o’er the body hutg, | Then ftooping, grafp'd fl kifs'd the hand, |. And fighing, thus Demin 2.5) pier hat : 5 . Nor wealth nor grandeur pow’ r could have ~ Yl ie ' For thee it beat, O much lov'd ares t Wt. For thee it now doth break. ty Tree a | Why did thy wrathful rival think” His {word could us disjoin? — ae he not know that love had trade ss eee My life but one with thine? ' Then haughty baron, know it now, . ee Nor hope Pll be thy bride; 9) 0) | m4 With this dear youth I joy to die, atin Conremn thy pomp and pride. ; 4 Cee - And thou, my father, come and ‘fee me s $ _ __ How low thy daughter lies; © @ e | From crofling virtuous! love, behold my What dire misfortunes rife. ‘ st aie _O haplefs youth—But ah! no more. rp Her fault’ring tongue could fay ; , Then foftly funk upon his breaft, cone And breath’d her foul away. és > i Rog De “RI Oe Te ieee aa 2 ) Under the Greenwood Tree x eae NDER the greenwood ely eg 2 Who loyes to lie with me, ot POT ee lan ean And tune his merry note ane kd Unto the fweet birds throat, a ope (2 Ag Here thal he ee ee ee ee No enemy, | ow flee Sieh ay (But winter and est weather. - vit? ae rw ‘Who doth ambition fhug, aa ® And loves to live i’ "she Hh, ‘Bae pleas'd with what he Bete « Ye gitar ode Be Come hither, come nither come Here fhall he fee” No enemy, But winter and rough wea oe ah A fi be AD ‘CHARMS OF MELODY, Sk oN VE D E BCY, The Plan of the Publifher is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern , in the Englith Language , forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englith, Irifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. Drink to me only, &e. ” ee to me only with thine eyes, ~ AndI will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kifs but in the cup, And [’ll look net for wine : The thirft that from my foul doth rife, . + Doth afk a drink divine; But might I of Jove’s neétar fip, I would not change for thine. _ I fent thee late a rofy wreathe, Not fo much hon’ring thee, As giving it in hope that there It would not wither’d be: But thou thereon didft only breathe, And fent it back to me; _ Since when it grows and {mells, I fwear, Not of itfelf, but thee. \ When Gen’rous Wine. HEN gen’rous wine expands the foul, How pleafure hovers round the bowl: __Avaunt, avaunt ye cares of fancy’s crew, And give the guilty wretch his due, Ge. Avaunt ye cares of fancy’s crew, And give the guilty wretch his due, Ml And give the guilty wretch, Sc. But let the juice of fparkling wine, My groffer fenfe to love refine, As Jove his nectar drinks above, Tl quaff whole goblets full of love, - Ll quaff whole goblets, Ge. ‘Then why fliould FT at life repine? Bring me Venus, bring me wine, Fill the ever flowing bowl, In circles gay and pleafures roll, In circles gay, Sc. Ever open, ever free, - Hail thou friend to jollity, : _ ‘My brows with Bacchus’ chaplets crown d, IT live to love, my cares are drown'd, 4 Jd live to love, &&cs a Sleep on. 2 Que on, fleep on, my Kathleen dear, . May peace poffels thy breaft ; Yet doft thou dream thy true-love’s here, _ Depriv’d of peace and reft. / / " r * ; y f ; Yi The birds fing fweet, the morning breaks, v. Thofe joys are none to me: Tho’ fleep is fled, poor Dermot wakes 49 To none but love and thee. i Phy, Ly ts a » » oy o , . wh Ps i f . ? 7 To which willbe added, a complete Index. Ye Sportfmen draw near. E {portfmen draw near, and ye fport{women toe Y: Who delight in the joys of ihe field, Mankind tho’ they blame, are all eager as you, And no one the conteft will yield: His lordfhip, his worfhip, his honour, his grace, A hunting continually go; All ranks and degrees are engaged in the chafe, With, hark forward! huzza! tally ho! The lawyer will rife with the firft of the morn, To hunt for a mortgage or deed; The hufband gets up at the found of the horn, And rides to the commons full {peed ; The patriot is thrown in purfuit of his game, The poet too,often lies low; ‘Who mounted on Pegafus flies after fame, With, hark forward! huzza! tally ho! While fearlefso’er hills and o’er woodlands we fweep Tho’ prudes on our paftime may frown; How oft’ do they decency’s bounds overleap, And the fences of virtue break down? Thus public, or private, for penfion or place, For amufement, for paffion, for fhow, All ranks and degrees are engaged in the chace, With, hark forward! huzza! tally ho! In Airy Dreams. | airy dreams foft fancy flies My abfent love to fee, And with the early dawn I rife, Dear youth, to think on thee. How fwiftly flew the rofy hours, When love and hope were new ; Sweet was the time as opening flowers, But ah! as tranfient too. The moments now move flowly on, Until thy wifh’d return, To count them off as all alone In penfive fhades I mourn ; Return, return, my love, and charm Each am’rous care to reft, Thy fmiles can every doubt difarm,. And footh my foul to reft. The Soldier Tir’d. HE foldier, tir’d of war’s alarms, \ Forfwears the clang of hoftile arms, And fcorns the fpear and fhield, But if the brazen trumpet found, Te burns with conquelt to be crown’d, And dares again the field. The flowing Can. SAILOR’s life’s a life of woe, He works now late now early, + Now up, now down, now to and fro, What then? he takes it cheerly ; Blefs’d with a fmiling can of grog, If duty call, ; ; Stand, rife, or fall, ».» § To fate’s laft verge he'll jogg ; The cadge to weigh, The fheets belay, He does it with a wifh; To heave the lead, Or to cat-head The pond’rous anchor fifh ; For while the grog goes round, _ All fenfe of danger’s drown’d, We defpife it to a man: We fing a little, and laugh a little, And work a little, and {wear a little, And fiddle a little, and foot it a little, We fing a little, and laugh a little, And work a little, and fwear a little, And fiddle a little, and foot it a little, And fwig the the Mowing can. “ If howling winds and roaring feas Give proof of coming danger, > We view the ftorm, our hearts at eafe, For Jack’s to fear a ftranger. ° Blefs’d with the {miling grog we fly, Where now below, We headlong go, k Now rife on mountains high ; ‘Spite of the gale We hand the fail, Or take the needful reef ; Or man the deck, To clear fome wreck, To give the fhip relief ; Though perils threaten ‘round, All fenfe of danger’s drown’d, We defpife it to a man. We fing a litile, Se. But yet think not our cafe is hard, Though ftorms at fea do treat us; For coming home (a {weet reward !) With fmiles our fweet-hearts greet us. Now to the friendly grog we quaff, Our am’rous toaft, Her we love moft, And gaily fing and laugh ; The fails we furl, Then for each girl, The petticoat difplay : The-deck we clear, Then three times cheer, As we their charms furvey ; And then the grog goes round, All fenfe of danger’s drown’d, We defpife it to a man. We fing a little, Ge. ; Celebrated Fairy Song. ae fairy, fuccour lend, You e’er now have been a friend, When you’re fipping like a bee, ‘Think, I pray you, think on me; You for aid I call upon, Spoufe of Mab, fweet Oberon: You for aid, Fe. Hear me call and cure love’s {mart, Sooth the torment of my heart; Cool my bofom’s amorous fire, Or extiaguith all defire: Peace and joy with Damon’s gone, Come then, gentle Oberon! 4 i cde ‘ cies : ; ' Peace and foy, &e. ; So. 2 A A sitiens full of dew, ~ Every night be fet for you; ’ .. And from the eaftern fummit fhed So may the glow-worm lift its head, we To light where e’er you wifh totread; . By your art were Damon-won, What your praife, fweet Oberon! o By jour art, The Weftern Sky. . a E weflern fky was purpled o’er ©. * With ev’ry pleafing ray, And, flocks reviving, felt no more The fultry heat of day: When from an hazel’s artlefs bow’s, Soft warbled Strephon’s tongue, He bleft the fcene, he bleft the bow’r, ‘While Nancy’s praife he fung. - Let fops with fickle falfhood range The paths of wanton love, , Whilt weeping maids lament their change, And fadden every grove: - But endlefs bleffings crown the day, ; I faw fair Efham’s dale, And ev’ry bleffing finds its way « To Nancy of the Vale. Struck with her charms and gentle truth, I clafp’d the conftant fair, To her alone I gave my youth, And vow my future care: Ls a And when this vow fhall faithlefs proye, Or I thofe charms forego, . , The ftream that faw our tender love, That ftream fhall ceafe to flow. Mary’s Dream. HE moon had climb’d the higheft hill ~ s Which rifes o’er the fource of Dee, Her filver light on tow’r and tree; When Mary laid her down to fleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at fea; Then foft,and low a veice was heard " Say, “ Mary weep no more for me.” She from her pillow gently rais’d Her head, to afk who there might be, She faw young Sandy fhiv’ring ftand, With pallid cheek and hollow eye; “ © Mary dear, cold is my clay, ; It lies beneath the ftormy fea: ees Far, far from thee I fleep in death; So, Mary weep no more for me.» % Three flormy nights and ftormy days We tofs’d upon the raging main, And long we ftrove our bark to fave— But all our ftriving wasin vain. ; E’en then when horror chill’d my blood, My heart was fill’d with love of thee: The ftorm is paft, and I’m at ret— So, Mary weep no more for me. O maiden dear, thyfelf prepare; «Uh We foon fhall meet upon that fhore, * ' Where love is free from doubt and care, 3 And thou and I-fhall part no more”— Loud crow’d the cock, the fhadow fled; ate No more of Sandy could the fee; . g] But foft the paffing fpirit faid, © ‘“‘ Sweet Mary, weep no more for me.” The late Repentance. ge ge OULD grief recall the moments paft, ay ud Or weeping foothe the breaft of pain, - + Thefe fruitleis tears that-dlow fo faft “ai Would foon my innocence regains But fooner fhall the pride of fpring, December’s gelid brow adorn, Or youth that flies on filent wing To warm the breaft of age return. ‘ . THE CHARMS OF MELODY, ee . The Chimney Swee | Sie ey Be Aig ota Hey owceper, The golden fheaves, pil’d« ote Vie 2 HO’ late and early I do pad, , Within the fori tee fords sts ec Ne, A bawling {weep-foot-ho 1 The careful hind, with fecret jo re 4 full am Tas blithe a lad, © Exulting, views his hoard. 2 oy As e’er you'd with toknow: - His labours paft, he counts his gains ; i ee when ie ladies fine I ‘hear And, freed from anxious care ; ' ry “ take care of the {weep !” i His cafksare broach’d; the fun-b i | “Ladies” fay I “'you need not fear,” His rural plenty thare. ES Bae But I’m for them too deep : ' . For I gives ’em a {mut - Ind d ight i p f e : ~ Of my bag full of foot, ‘ AN ore ue ce is {pent ; They ea you, mind how you go,” And jefts and harmlefs mattinient ; nay ne ue oe ie ae is a er Seeley the artlefs foul. ras juft brufhing by,” oung Colin whifpers Rofalind And I’m off with my {weep-foot-ho! Who ftill ey his fide: i Aad when difgniv’d’Lmeet the devil, And plights his troth, if fhe prove kind, me . I love to have fome fun ; To take her for his bride. A? ‘- A lawyer I mean—the greateft evil __ That thrives beneath the fun: y _ For fure we both, beyond all doubt, Are to the devil a-kin: _ The diff ’rence is, I’m black without, _ The lawyer’s black within— I gives him a fmut : Of my bag full of foot, He cries “ damme, mind how you go!” oit. (lays 1“ ppay, For joys like thefe, through circtin t Their toilfome tafk they tend : eons The hind fucceffive labour bears, In profpect of the end: * In fpring, or winter, fows his feed, . Manures or tills the foil; Tn fummer various cares fucceed : But harveft crowns his toil. ess ‘* Do keep out of the way,” f y And I’m off with my fweep-foot-ho ! Your flathy folks dreft fine and gay, _As thro’ the ftreets I go, : -All in an inftant clear the way, pce a i a ¥ At found of {weep-foot ho: And thus I gammons all the folks, _ Leare not great or fmall, I laughs, I fings, I cracks my jokes, And 1omething fays to all; For I gives *em a {mut Of my bag full of foot, - They cry ‘“ prithee mind how you go,” me ee Oidear, fir, lays 1, : “ T was juft brufhiog by,” ‘And I’m off with my fweep-foot-ho ! alk Sally lov’d a bonny feaman, + With tears fhe fent him out to roam, Young Thomas lov’d no other woman, But left his heart with her at home ; She view’d the fea from off the hill, And, as fhe turn’d her fpinning-wheel, Sung of her bonny failor. The wind grew loud, and fhe grew paler To fee the weathercock turn round, When, lo! the {pied her bonny failor , Come finging o’er the fallow ground ; With nimble hafte he leap’d the ftile, Fair Sally met him with a {mile, And hugg’d her bonny failor. Death or Liberty.- A Or happy in my native land, I boaft my country’s charter; I'll never -bafely lend my hand Her liberties-to barter: - The noble mind is not at all ; By poverty degraded , ?Tis guilt alone can make us fall; i And well I am perfuaded, _ Each free-born Briton’s fong fhall be, . Give me death or liberty! Give me death, &e. Tho’ {mall the pow’r which fortune grants, * ‘And few the gifts fhe fends us: ~ ‘The lordly hireling often wants : That freedom which defends us : By law fecur’d from lawlefs firife, _ Our houfe is our caftellum : ; hus blefs’d with all that’s dear in life, Faft round the waift he took his Sally, But firft around his mouth wip’d he: Like home-bred fpark he could not dally, But prefs’d and kifs’d her witha glee; « Through winds and waves and dafhing rain, Said he, thy Tom’s return’d again To bring a heart for Sally.” By ‘ Welcome! cried fhe,’ my conftant Thomas, ." Though out of fight, ne’er out of mind ; Though feas our hearts have parted from us, Yet ftill my thoughts were left behind: So much my thoughts took Tommy’s part, "That time nor abfence from my heart Could drive my conftant Thomas.’ For lucre fhall we fell them ? No, ev’ty Briton’s fong fhall be, _ Give me death or liberty! Give me death, Ye. “© This knife, the gift of lovely Sally, Which ftill I’ve kept for her dear fake, A thoufand times in amorous folly | Her name has carv’d upon the deck: Again this happy pledge returns, To fhew how truly Thomas burns, How truly burns for Sally.” The Triumph of Ceres, ‘ > OR HARVEST HOME. n° HAT chearful founds falute our ears, ¥V Andecho o’er the lawn! Behold! the loaded car appears, : In joyful ee drawn; | ’ The nymphs-and twains, a jovial band, Still fhouting as they come, With ruftic inftruments in hand, a: Proclaim.the harvefl-home. - _ « This thimble, thou didft give to Sally, Whene’er I fee I think on you; : Then why fhould Tom ftand fhilly-thally, When yonder fteeple is in view i Tom, never to occafion blind, Now took her in the coming mind, And went to church with Sally.. 28 The Bailiff’s Darghter of Iilington. _ The brown se hes got houfes and lands, oa . ——= Fair Eleanor fhe has got none, ag ee was a youth, and a well-beloved y Therefore I charge thee, on my bleffing, ‘ Aid hea a teguiop eto's To bring me the brown girl home. : He lov’d a bailiff’s daughter dear, And asinbefell anal he VS aoe z gh holiday, That liv’d in Ifington. & oag As many did more befide, “> eet Lord Thomas he went to fair Elean rould y 7 ee i, te oR “* 3 That fhould have been his bride. o ner at any time Eat ta But when he came to fair Eleanor’s bower, ss count’nance to him 1how. ~ He knocked there at the ring, w iis Friends did-udtentend But who was fo ready as fair Eleanor = facia and fooliieiaisad . To let lord ‘Thomas come in. ae fent him up Pal fair Londen, + What. news, nities news, lord Thomas? fhe faid, inapprantice or to bin What news haft thou brought unto me? e a. eature Gereciane wears, WR I am come to bid thee to my wedding, eee utd he his ie sige ae ¥ . And that i is bad news for thee. ; “© Many a tear have I a ne her fake, O God forbid, lord Thomas, the faid, . When fhe little thought of me.’ That fuch a thing fhould be done; na) Wis adicecok Tiingenyt I thought to have been thy bride my own felf, Went forth to fport and play, _ And you to have been the bridegroom. All but the pee ‘Ss ae dear, | | €ome riddle my riddle, dear nother; fhe faid, ; She fecretly flole away. And riddle it all in one: ie She put off her gown of grey, Whether I fhall go to lord Thomas’s wedding, Or whether I fhall tarry at home? And put on her pooretft attire, ‘She’s up to fair London gone, There’s many that are your friends, daughter Her true love to Tequire. y th y ’ g s And many that are your foe, As the went along she road, LT herefore I charge you, on my bleffing, The weather being hot and dry, To lord Thomas’s wedding don’t go. ; There was fhe aware of her truce love, ik en ot tiagueparetia tars There’s many that are my friends, mother, If athoufand more were my foe, i life, or betide my death ¥ She ftepp’d to him as red as a rofe, ; Betide my i Ons ¥ Agata; Catching hold of his bridle-ring : To lord Thomas's wedding I’ll go. « Pray you, kind fir, give me one penny, f To eafe my weary limb,” She clothed herfelf in gallant attire, And her merry men all in green, « T prithee fweet-heart, can’ft thou tell me, And as'they rid through every town, Where that thou waft bort.” They took her to have been a queen. At Iflington, kind fir, faid fhe, RG hired have had mahy a decre. But when fhe came to lord Thomas’s gate, She knocked there at the ring, But who was fo ready as lord Thomas, To let fair Eleanor in. ’ Is this your bride? fair Ellen fhe faid, Methinks fhe looks wonderous browns | You might have had as fair a womap,, As ever trod on the ground. © Defpife her not, fair Ellen, he faid, Defpife her not unto me ; For better I love thy little finger, — Than all her whole body. “ I prithee, fweet-heart, can’t thou tell me, Whether thou dof know The bailiff’s daughter of Iflington.” ' « She’s dead, fir, long ago.” « Then will I fell my goodly fteed, My faddle and my bow; I will into fome far country, Where no man doth me know.” « O flay, O flay, thou goodly youth, She’s alive, fhe is not dead ; Here fhe ftandeth by thy fide, And is ready to be thy bride.” That was both long and fharp, And betwixt the fhort ribs and the long, She prick’d fair. Eleanor to the heart. Oh! Chrift now fave thee, Lord Thomas, he faid, ae Methinks thou look’ft wonderous wan ; id Thou waft us’d for to look with as freth a colour © As ever the fun fhin’d on. wat * O farewell grief, and welcome joy, Ten thoufand times and more; For now I have feen mine own true love, That I thought I fhould have feen no more!” Lal Oh! art thou blind, Lord theater the faid, Or can’ft thou not very well fee? ‘Oh! doft thou not fee my own heart’s blood ~ Runs trickling down my knee? Lord Thomas and Fair Eleanor. a Thomas he was a bold forefter, And a chafer of the king’s deer; Fair Eleanor was a fine woman, And Lord Thomas he lov’d het dear. Lord Thomas he had a {word by his fides ; As he walk’d about the hall, 4 He cut off his bride’s head from her thoulders, And he threw it againft the wall. ‘Come riddle my riddle, dear mother he faid, And riddle us both as one ; Whether I fhall marry with fair Bieniie:, And let the brown girl alone? He fet the hilt againft the ground, oi And the point againft his heart— ee There was never three lovers that ever met That fooner than they did depart. ; This brown bride had a little penknife, eT > - eae, - 2. 4 One Penny. OM edenee etcL ALE « | pes RMS OF MELODY, = ; Be SIREN MEDLEY. Sate ee , | ! “ ~ The wandering Lamb. ®@ WN anxious mother fearched in vain, ‘oe To find her darling, infant lamb, _ ‘Which playful ftray’d from off the plain, So loft its way, fo loft its dam ; ‘The bleating mother’s rending cries, -Soon reach’d the pafiing trav ller’s ear, ‘Each bleating found was fill’d with fighs, AffeStion dropt {weet nature’s tear. Hard, crdel fate! »moft-fad to tell, The fnow fell faft, the cold fevere, | _ ‘When, near a difmal, dreary dell, The little wand’rer perifh’d there! “There, on a bank of feather’d {now, The haplefs victim funk to reft; ‘Death kindly gave a gentle blow, And fill’'d with care the mother’s breaft. * eR a ‘The Convent Bell. M5 HEN waken’d by the Convent Bell, ‘Ar midnight’s dark and dreary hour, ‘I rofe.my mournful beads to tell, And think of life and love no more, “In-vain I wept, I biufh to own, al dropt a tear for him alone. “At fober eve, or twilight grey, The fwelling organ’s awful found, “Wovu’d warn the veltals when to pray, While holy tears bedew’d the ground ; ‘In vain I wept, I bluth to own, I dropt a tear for him alone. - As Amoret and Phillis fat. S Amoret and Qhillis fat One ev’ning on the plain, “And faw the charming Strephon wait,” ° ~ To tell che nymph his pain ; “The threavning danger to remove, He whifper’d in her ear, Ah! Phillis, if you would not love ~ . The fhepherd, do not hear. “None-ever had fo ftrange an art, ‘His paflion to convey Into a lif’ning virgin’s heart, And fteal her foul away! AF ly, fly, betimes, for fear you give ‘Occafion for your fate. In vain, faid fhe, in vain I firive, Alas! ’tis now.too late. . “The Plan of the Publifher is to embody in one Gtand Folio V _ forming.a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, - Irith and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, Sc. &c<——To which will be added, a complete Index. x eee ERS SS olume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, \in the Englith Languages Bacchanalian, Sea, and'Political Songs; as well as Old Englith, What a charming thing’s a Battle. VW THAT a charming thing’s a battle, ‘Trumpets founding, drums a beating ; Crack, crack, crack, the cannons rattle, Every heart with joy elating: With what pleafure are we fpying, | From the front, and from the rear, cs Round us in the {moaky air, Heads and limbs and bullets flying! Then the groans of foldiers dying ; Juft like fparrows as it were, At each pop, Hundreds drop, While the mufkets, prittle, prattle : Kill’d and wounded, Lie confounded, What a charming thing’s a battle! But the pleafant joke of all, Is when to clofe attack we fall, Tike mad bulls each other butting, Shooting, ftabbing, maiming, cutting ; Horfe and foot, All go to’t, Kill’s, the word, both men and cattle: Then to plunder, | Blood and thunder, What a charming thing’s a battle !. On Tay’s fweet Banks. N Tay’s fweet banks the lint-white fings fo cheerily, Sweetly blooms the violet and gowan in the grove, The jambs on the meads they fport and play fo merrily, Andeach fhepherd here,at e’en,isfain to meet hislove: Twas here my Sandy firft I-knew, *T'was here into his arms I flew, The youth was comely, kind and true, Ah me! one lucklefs day, ‘The prefs-gang fore’d my love to go, To fight againft my country’s foe, And left me here quite funk in woe; For Sandy far away On Tay’s fweet banks they tore my laddie from me, © fair did I weep when Sandy ery'd adieu ; In vain the thepherds try to heap their favors on me, In vain the laffes feek fweet flow’rs to bufk my bonnie brow, : But fhould the youth return again, > Pwould eafe my aching heart frac pain, Then pleas’d 1’d liften to his ftrain A’ the live long day: . My bleffing aye attend my love, Make him your care ye pow’rs above, For well I ken he'll conftant prove, My Sandy far away. eo" For we fhall both grow older. fe ‘Soft Flowing Avon. eee foft flowingAvon, by whofe filver fiream, . _ Of things more than mortal thy Shak«/pear would dream, : he fairies by moon-light dance round his green bed, For hallow’d the turf is which pillow’d his head. The love firicken maiden, and:the fighing {wain, Here rove without danger, and figh without'pain, The {weet bud of beauty no-blight fhall e’er dread, For hallow’d the turfis which pillow’d his head. Here youth thall be fam’d for their love and their ye truth, 2p And cheerful old age feel the {pirit of youth, For the raptures of fancy, here poets fhall tread, For hallow’d the turf is which pillbw’d his head. Flow: on filver Avon, in fong ever flow, Be the fwans on thy bofom ftill whiter than fnow, Flow on, eyer flow, like’his fame may you fpread, or hallow’d the turf is which pillow’d his head. For we fhall both grow older. peek tell me I’m too young to wed, ae But fure ’tis all a fancy ; A fmiling girl runs in my head, *Tis pretty little:Nancy : My mother fays it muft not be, Tho’ this I've often told her, ‘That Nancy is as young as me, And we fhall both grow older. Her eyes are blue, with flaxen hair, Her {mile juft hit my fancy ; Neo girl fo mild, fo'foft, fo fair, As pretty little Nancy: Then why not wed as well as love? And fo I’ve often told her, If now too young, we fhall improve, ‘When year on-year rolls o’er her head, She fill will pleafe my fancy, As when to church I fondly led My pretty little Nancy “Then let us wed as love invites, For this I’ve often told her, *Tis love alone can give éelights, ~ When we are both grown older. a vrata “1 Os : Pe old mad Tom, behold’ me, - My wits are quite unframed ; I’m mad I’m fure, and paft all cure, And in hopes of being proclaimed. T’'ll mount the frofty mountains, ' And then I'll fill the weather; V’ll pluck the rainbow from the fky, And T'll fplice*both ends together. I’) mount the pride of marble, And there Til fright the gypfies; _ And I'll play at bowls with fun and moon, * tai See “ ¥ 22 Ne = “ee he oe And win them with eclipfes. I ’prentice was to Vulcan, And ferv’d my mafter faithful, “In making tools for jovial fools ; But, ye gods! ye prov’d ungrateful. ‘The ftars pluck’d from their orbs too, f _. And put them in my budget ; And if I am not a roaring boy, . Then let all the nations judge it. S biany hind - : ot ‘. 7 r » AS ‘ a a Toe : Jn oh a Ok, ey ee an | f . CEE CCL C CL CS Ce OC aT ne nent NEN Sorenrenrero= ane t oermemenvennare ne onsgei - THE CHARMS OF “ae When * a ie . ~ + 7 ae c eee a‘ i '“ And is not thig, &c.. Fo Sie re? Senne oats 2 LET OD YS as a i ; : ha ¥ x * . oy ; D > “a. ~ 5 i . ? am: vee q thou are abfent, Ge, SEN thou are abfent, charming maid, _ my 5 In vain the fky-larks fing; | ~ Or woodbines weave the vernal fhade, . Or Flora paints the fpring “why ge But when you range the daify'd field, =. #2": ; Or in the garden rove, > vada > Increas’d perfume the bloffoms yield, And feem.to tourt your love. 7 . » Sharp are the pangs of wan defpair, — Ey which my breaft is torn, While robb’d of thee, my lovely fair, More fweet than May-day morn: + “Then hafte, dear tenant of my heart, .— . § Nor let my foul repine ; j ‘ O fly to ie thy lovers fmart, Dear charming valentine. i { ‘The Jew Pedlar. fe q AM a Jew-of Duke’s-Place fame ; Old cloaths and fkins I deals in; ‘Po cheat the chriflians is my aim, For cheating is not ftealing : Thro’ ev’ry ‘ftreet about the town, _ My voice is known full well, “For I each day, walk up and down, 4 And cry—old clohs to fell. Ha'loo, Smouch—Who cal!s?—What wil Jou give Sir thefe new fattin breeches, and two handfome couts 2 Let's look, why all the wool’s off, and I can foe you fto’e them, fo I fhall tell your malter, - unlfs you kit me have them cheap. Well, what will you give for them, you rafeal’? . No, not a rafcal; [will give you Jive foillings for them. *Tis thus I trick each roguith wag, For it is.right you know, ok : dy . Fo make a penny of a rag, a a By crying—clo fell, clo. I buys the money counterfeit, _ Gives two-pence for a fhilling, Quickfilver foon makes twelve of it, Juft rubb’d around the milling, At night when all bad faces pafs, No diff’rence you can tell,. . “ I then gets rid of all my brafs, yaght td .t And cries—old cloaths to fell: . mL Any bad Jailling, hare-fRins, rablit-Skins, any phials cs or lroken flint glafi—a nice fecond-hand cloak, ma'am, very cheap, only Jifieen fhillings. O,’tis too:muth, I will only give fix Shillings. Weil,take it then; ma'am. ‘ ; A I always atks a good high price, a yt he P44 Tho’ I abate, or fo, 1 : I gets my cent. per cent. fo nice, By crying—clo fell, clo. > | Little Bingo. SP farmer's dog leapt over the fiyle, His name was little Bingo. : The farmer’s dog leapt over the flile, Eis name was little bingo. >. “ 3 ae B with an I—I with an N, -» bs te - _N with a G—G with an.O; ; oy His name waslittle Bingos af SO Tee B—I—N—G—0O! 2 ae a Tis name was little Eingo. ey nen ee = gee The farmer lov'd a cup of good ale, era A He cali’d it rare good flingo. fad ‘Lhe farmer lov’d, &e. es . ST. with an. , And is not this a fweet little fong, — sks ~ I think it is——by Jingo. as May.is the Mother of Love. a virgin, when foften’d by May, Attends 'to the villager’s vows, : , The birds fondly bill on the {pray, . | | and the poplars embrace with their boughs; ’ On Ida bright Venus may reign, . Ador’d for her beauty above; 5 We fhepherds that dwell-on the plain, : Mail May, as the mother of love. , : From the weft as it wantonly blows ’ (. Bond Zephyr careffes the vine; ‘The be@ fleals a kifs from the rofe, i | | And willows and woodbines entwine! ‘The pinks'by the rivulet’s fide, - . _ Phat border the vernal alcove, ~ end downwards and kifs the foft tide, For May is the mother of love. y tinges the butterfly’s wing, ‘Be flutters in bridal array ; the larks and the linnets new ‘fing, Their mufic is taught them by May; he ftock dove, reclufe with her mate, - Conceals her fond blifs in the grove, And murmuring feems to repeat, i ‘That May is the mother of love. The goddefs will vifit ye foon, ». Ye virgins, be fportive and gays Get your pipes, O! ye dhepherds, in tune, © For-mufic muft welcome the May : Would Damen have Phillis prove kind, _ And all his kcen anguith remove, Let him tell her foft tales, and he’!l find, ~That May is the mother of love. By ser - Auld Robin Grey." \/ OUNG Jamic loo’d me weel, and-afk’d me for’ 4 his bride, | But faving a crown, he had nothing elfe befide, To make the crown a pound, my Jamie went to fea, And the crown and the pound were baith for me. He had nea been: rane a year and a day, When niy father brake his arm, and our cow was )). ftole away: : ; My mither fhe fell fick, and Jamiie at the fea, And auld Robin Grey came a courting to me. My faither coukl'nae wark, and my mither could _ nae fpin, I toiled day:and night,-but their bread I could nae ty : win, * i ; Bh Auld Robin fed ’em baith, and wi’ ‘ears in his eye, Said, fenny for their fake, O pray marryme: My, heart it faid nea, and I look‘d for Jamie back, But the wind it blew hard,and his thip it wasawreck, His fhip was a wreck; why did nea Jeany dee, And why was fhe fpar’d to cry wae is me. My father urg’d me fair, but my mither did nea Iie -fpeak, but fhe look’d-in my face till my heaft was like to hi. break, ba they gied him my hand, tho’ my heart was at the Mndea,. ae , Kad auld Robin Grey wasa gude man to me: had nae been a wite, but weeks only four, _ When fitting fo mournfully at my ain door, faw. my jamie’s wrath, ] could nae think ‘it he, | Till he faid “ love I’mcomed hamé to marty thee” - fair did we greet, and muc' le did we fay, took but ane Fils, and we tore ourfelves away, vith T were dead, but I ain nae like to dee, | why was I born to fay wa’es me Poin gang lik a ghatit, andi canna like to pin, dare nae think o” jamie, for that would be a fin, it I’jl do my hett, a gude wile to be, Or auld Robin Grey is very kind to me.’ | “ t a Te CHARMS OF MELODY. | dps “Hot Mutton Pies. oO Lord what‘a place is a camp! “A ; ~ What wonderful doings are here! How the people are all on the {camp : Now to me it looks devilith queers There’s ladies a fy vigging of gin, i And crop’d macaronies likewife There’s I with my who'll up and win? * Come here with your hot mutton pies. Lol, lol, de, rol, lol, &a, ’ There’s horfes, and affes, and chaife, And waggons, and carts out of number; / Here’s racketing nights and. by days, And inns full of dead-and live lumber; Now there isa beau.in a gig, = And there is aady in clover; ; And there lies an alderman’s wig, . Wath Billy the tailor done over. Te xin x Dol, dalk tes There’s galloping this way and that, _ With—madam fland out of the way— There’s— fie, fir, what would you be at !— Come, none of your impudence pray— There’s halt, to the right about face, There’s laughing, and {creaming and cries, There’s milliners, men out of place— And I with my hot mutton pies. : Tol, lol, Sc. There’s the heath, all the world like a fair, There’s butlers, futlers, and cooks, . There’s popping away in the air, And captains with terrible looks ; There’s—how dye do?—pretty well, Oh! the duft has half blinded my eyes, There’s what have you now got to fell 2. « Why, here is my hot mutton pies. Lol, Jol, FS c04 *There’s horfe-jockies, tailors and quacks, There’s parfons, and lawyers, and thieves, ! There’s pedlars with fhops on their backs, _And miffes with nice pucker’d fleeves ; , There’s /adies with Plunket-ftreet fmocks, And they painted upto the eyes, ."" There’s quiz capes and modern docks, ~ And there’s—me with my hot mutton pies. To!, lol, &8c. * ThisVerfe isthe Produ€tion of a Gentleman, to whof ufe- ful Hints for this Publication the Publither is much indebted. 1 5 My Friend and Pitcher. - ee wealthy fool with gold in ftore, Wull fill defire to grow richer; Give me but thefe, I afk no more, My charming girl, my friend and pitcher. My friend fo rare, my girl fo fair, With fuch whet mortalscan be richer, Give me but thefe, a fig for care, j With my fwcet girl, my friend and pitcher. | ‘ From morning fun I’d never grieve ie To toil, a hedger or a ditcher, « If that when I come home at eye, + my ‘ a JA 7 * ih J might enjoy my friend and pitcher. Aly friend fo rare; es ‘Tho’ fortune ever fhuns my door, I know not what ’tis can bewitch her; - Wich all my heart, can I be poor, With my fweet girl, my friend and pitcher ?_ ei My friend fo-rsre, Fe. S f a : ih ’ ; as -_ i EA, lee’ | ah S% 5 OIE 4 a’ ' Fair Margaret and Swect William. A S it fell out-upon a day, é Two lovers they fat on a hill; They fat together a long fummer day, And could not taik their fill. I fee no harm by you, Margaret, And you fee none by me: Before to-morrow at eight o’clock A rich wedding you fhall fee. Fair Margaret fate in her bower-window, ' A combing of her hair; There fhe efpied fweet William and his bride, Asthey a were riding near. Down the laidher ivory comb, And up fhe bound her hair; She went away firft from the bower, But never more came there. When day was gone, and night was come, And all was faft afleep, “Then came the fpirit of fair Margaret, And ftood at Williain’s bed feet. *God give you joy, you true lovers, In bride-bed fatt afleep 5 Lo! I am going to my grafs-green grave, And Iam in my winding fheet. W hen day was come, and night was gone, And all-men wak’d from fleep, Sweet William to his lady faid, My dear, I’ve caufe to weep. I dream’d a dream, my dear lady, Such dreams are never good: I dream’d my bower was full of red fwine, And my bride-bed full of blood. Such dreams, fuch dreams, my honour’d fir, They never do prove good; “To dream thy bower was-full of fwine, And thy bride-bed full of blood. He called-his merry men all, By one, by two, and by three; Saying, ‘ I'll away to fair Margaret’s bower,, “« By the leave of ‘my lady.” And when he came to fair Margaret’s bower, He knocked at the ring; - So ready were her feven brethren Fo let fweet William in. Then he-turn’d up the covering fheet-— «© Pray let me fee the dead ; , 4 Methinks ‘fhe looks both pale and wan, «© She has loft her cherry red. “T’ll do more for thee, Margaret, * Than any of thy kin; « For I will kifs thy pale wan lips, «Though a fmile I cannot win.” ‘With that befpoke:the feven brethren, Making. moit piteous moan, You may go kits your jolly brown dame, «« And let our fifter alone.” ac ‘ . If I do'kifs my jolly brown dame, «“ T do but what is right; For I made no vow to your fifter dear, « By day, nor yet by night. “ - - o Pray tell me then, how much you'll deal, «Of white bread and your wine : fo much as is dealt at her fun’ral to-day, , “ 'To-morrow-fhall'be dealt at mine.” s o Fair Margaret died to-day, to day, Sweet William he died the morrow ; Fair Margaret died for pure true love, Sweet William he died for forrow. o = - 7 ~ re ae sas 4tvot Tit OLD BALLADS. : | | | } a 4 3 : ° 4 “ , PR ce, |. oe aaa a 7 ei s ' " ‘ ioe a rs Sete fo ie. ie VPC aed Se Py Cem fe ho , nel aga eat aT ae ia Be ae Be a ‘es z > oo > X é >} s “ 5 . i, & ° ? he Margaret was buried in the lower cliancel, Bie And William im the higher 5” ; Pus Out of her breaft-there fprangarofe, © ~ And out of his.a briar. agli! fe. ‘They grew as high as the church-top, Till they could grow no higher; ~ And there they grew in a true-lover’s-knot, Which made all the people admire. Then came the clerk of the parith, As you this truth dhall hear, And by misfortune cut them down, Or they had now been there. Old Tom of Bedlam. : Hees from my dark and difmal cell, ; And from the deep abyfs of hell, > ae Mad Tom is come to view the world again, _ And fee if he can cure his difiemper’d brain. ~ Fears and cares opprefs my foul: ad Hark, how the angry furies howl!" a he Pluto laughs, and Proferpine is glad, - My To fee poor naked Tom of Lediam mad. — Through the world I wander night and day Yo feck my ftraggling fenfes, In an angry mood i met old Time, With his pentatuch of tenfes: When me he fpied, Away hehied, For time will ftay for no man RH In vain with cries es I rend the fkies, is For pity is not common. Cold and comforlefsT he: Help, oh help - -or elfe I die! Hark! hear Apollo’steame, ‘The carman gins to whiftle;. Peis .*Chaie Diana bends her bow, The bear begins to briitie. ‘ Come, Vulcan, with tools and with tackles, To knock off my troublefom fhackles ; Bid Charles make veady his Waine To fetch me my feafes again. Laft night I heard the dog-ftar bark ; ‘Mars met with Venus in the dark; Limping Vulcan heat an iron bar, . And furioufly made at the god. of war: - Mars with his weapon laid:about, — But Vulcan’s temples had the gout, For his broad horns hang fo much in his lizht, He could not fee to aim his blows arighs: “Mercury the nimble poft of heaven; Stood ftill to fee the quarrell Gorrel-bellied Bacchus, giant-like, Beftrid.a firong-beer barrel. To me he drank, te Meee ‘J did him thank, vs But. I could get no cyder ; He drank whole butts Till he burft his guts, yao ms But mine were ne’er the wider, Poor Tom isvery dry: A little drink fer charity ! Hark, I hear A@teon’s horn! The huntfman whoop and hallow: | Ringwood, Royfter, Bowman, Jowler, Allin the chaie to follow. 2 “A The man ne moon drinks claret, Spry Eats powdet¥d beef, turnip, and carret, b . But-acup of old wialagafack =) _ Will fire the buth at his back. he ae ‘ : 7 ~ ey 4 L ee: i 2. ry Nae eee a ee ee 4 ee Se ) Prael bw f ‘ “% Rel " r \ - RMS OF MELODY, Sok EN ME Del Bey. . . . I Aue eae TD Maa kh Me gh, PL Coie eet ame een enna sal aaNet The Plan of the Publifher is'to embody in one Grand Foli? Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language; forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englith, A Irifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c, To which will be added, a complete Index. ? CHA Every Inch a Sailor. “HE wind blew hard, the fea ran high, . The dingy icud drove ’crofs the fky ; ‘All was fafe ftow’d, the bowl] was flung, "When carelefs thus Ned Hawlyard fung— Nothing like Grog. | A PLAGUE of thofe mufty old lubbers, | Who tell us to faft and to think; And patient fall in with life’s rubbers, Ned ta a dur i With nothing but water to drink. A fatior’s life s the li e for me, | A can of good ftuff, had they twigg’d it, He takes his duty merrily, "Twould have fent them for pleafure agop. « Lf winds can whiftle he can fing, “2 And in fpite of the rules ae Still faithful to his friend and king, | , Of the ichools fe gets belov'd by all the fhip, The old fools at And toafs his girl and drinks his flip. ‘Would have all of ’em {wige'd it, A leak, a leak —come lads bé bold, And {wore there was nothing like grog. “There’s five feet water in the held; - Eager on deck fee Hiawlyard jump, | And hark, while working at the pump. | b A failor’s life, Se. a : | ee a To drink—faid |, father your health. , Down topiais boys, the gale comes on So | fhew’d him the ftuff and he twige’d it To ftrike top gallant yards they run, ! And it fet the old codger agog; : _ And new to hand the fail prepar’d, And he fwigg’d, and Pathe : Ned chearful fings upon the yard,— ‘ And fifter on brother : re A failor’s life, Fe. And I fwigg’d and all of us fwige’d it, And {wore there was nothing like grog. e My father when I laft from Guinea, + ~Return’d, with abundance of wealth, ‘Cried, Jack, never be fuch a ninny, & And fee the veffel nought can fave, ‘She ftrikes and finds a watery grave Yet Ned preferv’d with a few more, ‘Sings, as he treads a foreign {hore— 3 : A failor’s life, Sc, And now unnumber’d perils paft, ‘On land as well as fea at laft; In tatters to his Poll and home ‘See honeft Hawlyard finging come— ay: A failor’s life, Fe. Yet for poor. Hawlyard what difgrace, ~ Poll fwears fhe never faw his face ; ‘He damns her for a faithlefs the, And finging, goes again to fea— - A fazlor’s life, Fe. *Tother day as the chaplain was preaching, Behind him I curioufly flunk ; And while he our duty was teaching, As how we fhould never get drunk : I fhew’d him the ftuff, and he twigg’d it, And I foon fet his reverence agog, And he fwige’d, and Nick fwigg’d, And Ben fwigg’d, and Dick fwigg’d, And I {wigg’d, and all of us {wige’d it, And fwore there was nothing like grog. k j j | | | | | Then truft me there’s nothing like drinking, So pleafant on this fide the grave ; It keeps the unhappy from thinking, And makes e’en more valiant the brave. As for me from the moment I twigg’d it, The good ftuff has fo fet me agog, A TAND to your guns my hearts of oak, 1 Sick-or well, late or early, Let not one word on board be {poke, Wind foully or fairly, ~ Stand to your Guns. _ Victory foon will crown the joke, Helm a-lee, or a-weather, Be filent and be ready. | Four hours together, I’ve conflantly fwigg’d it, Ram home your guns, and fpunge them well, And d—me there nothing like grog. Let us be fure the balls will tell, - The cannon’s roar-fhall found their knell; Be fteady, boys, be fteady. ‘Not yet—nor yet; referve your fire, _ I do defire— . ~ Now the elements do rattle, ‘The gods amaz’d behold the battle, _ A broadfide, my boys. See the blood in purple tide, ‘Trickle down her batter’d fide. ‘Wing’d with fate the bullets fly, . ‘Conquer boys, or bravely dié; Furl deftruétion on your foes, | She finks, huzza! to the bottom down the goes- al) ‘ \ . 4a. , . ‘ } ‘ ne a R ‘ oO ih ‘ J vee - 2 ‘ oe . 1 ae ‘ ; t Sd * ~ - i ve F , A’ . i > an ‘C= 4 ? se Ta. Hope and Fear. Vr gloomy thoughts, ye fears perverfe, Like fullen vapours all difperfe, And featter in the wind; Delufive phantoms, broods of night, No more my fickly fancy fright, No more my reafon blind : “Tis done; I feel my foul releas’d ; The vifions fly, the mifts are chas’d, \ Jnor leave a cloud behind. : o , ine ei sae + ee ae, 34 . ie « > Catharine Ogie. A® walking forth to view the plaia, ‘Upon a morning early, While May’s {weet fcent did cheer my brain, From flowers which bloom’d fo rarely : I chanc’d to meet a pretty maid, She fhin’d tho’ it was fogie ; I afk’d her name—kind fir, fhe faid, My name is Catharine Ogie. I ftood a while, and did admire, To fee a nymph fo ftately 5. So brifk an air there did appear In a country maid fo neatly : Such natural fweetnefs fhe difplay’d, Like a lily in a bogie ; Diana’s felf was ne’er array’d Like this fame.Catharine Ogie. Thou flower of females, beauty’s queen, Who fees thee, fure muft prize thee ; Tho’ theu art dreft in robes but mean, Yet thefe cannot difguife thee : Thy handfome air, and graceful look, Far excels any clownifh rogie ; Thour’t match for laird, or lord, or duke, My charming Catharine Ogie. O were I but fome fhepherd’s fwain ! ‘To feed my flocks befide thee, At boughting-time to leave the plain, In milking to abide thee; I’d think myfelf a happier man, With Kate, my club, and dogie, Than he that hugs his thoufands ten, Had I but Catharine Ogie. Then I’d defpife th’ imperial throne, And fratemen’s dangerous {tations - I’d be no king, I'd wear no crown, I'd {mile at conquering nations: Might I carefs and ftill poffeds This lafs, ot whom I’m vogie ; For thefe-are toys and ftill look lefs, Compar’d with Catharine Ogie. But I fear the gods have not decreed For me fo fweet a creature, Whofe beauty rare makes her exceed All other works in nature. Clouds of defpair furround my love, That are both dark and fogie : Pity my cafe! ye powers above! Elfe I die for Catharine Ogie. ‘The Lad for me. JK RENN is a handfome place As any town in Shamrock fhire ; There firft I faw my Jemmy’s face, There Jemmy firft beheld his dear: My love he was a bafhful boy, And I fimple girl to fee; Yet I was Jemmy’s only joy, And Jemmy was the lad for me But Dublin city bore the bell, In ftreets and fquares, and houfes fine, Oh! there young Dick his love would tell, And there I told young Dickey mine: For Dick he was a roving blade, And I was hearty, wild and free ; He lov’d, and I his love repaid, Then Dickey was the lad for me. When Dover was my happy lot, And William there my love did crown; Young Dick and Jemmy I forgot, Kilkenny fair, and Dublin town: For William was a gentle youth, Too bafhful, nor too bold was he; He faid he lov’d, ‘and told me truth, And William was the lad for me. ‘ ‘THE CHARMS OF “MELODY. Ye little warblers, chearful be, The Tempéeft of War. — Les the tempeft of war Be heard trom afar, With trumpets and cannons alarms; Let the brave, if they will, By their valour or fkill, Seck honour and conqueft in arms. o "To live fafe, and retire, Is what I defire, Of my flocks and my Chloe poffeft ; For in them I obtain True peace without pain, And the lafting enjoyments of reft. In fome cottage, or cell, Like a fhepherd to dwell, From all interruption at eafe ; In a-peaceable life, To be bleft with a wife, Who will fludy her hufhand to pleafe. New Jockey. My Laddie has gang’d far away ee the plain, While in forrow behind, I am fore’d to remain, Tho’ blue-bells and vi’lets the hedges adorn, ‘Tho’ trees are in bloffom, and {weet blows the thorn, No pleafure they give me, in vain they look gay, ‘There’s nothing can pleafe me, now Jockey’s away, Forlorn I fit fighing, and this is my ftrain, Hafte, hafte, my dear Jockey, to me back again, Hafte, hafte, fc. The lads and the laffes are on the green met, They laugh, and they fing, they dance, and they chat, Contented and happy with hearts full of glee, I can’t without envy their merriment fee ; Their paftimes offend me, my fhepherd’s not there, No pleafure I relifh that Jockey don’t thare, It makes me to figh, I from tears fearce refrain, I wifh my dear Jockey return’d back again. I with, ce. i But hope fhall fuftain me, nor will I defpair, He promis’d he would in a fortnight be here, - On fond expetation my wifhes I feaft, i For love, my dear Jockey, to Jenny will hafte; _ ‘Then farewell each care, and adieu each fond figh, Who'll then be fo bleft, or fo happy as I, Vil fing to the meadows, and alter my ftrain, . Till Jockey returns to my arms back again. Till Jockey, &c. As bringing home, &c, jae bringing home, the other day, Two linnets I had ta’en, ‘The little warblers feem’d to pray For liberty again: > Unheedful of their plaintivé notes, I fung acrofs the mead; __ BS ay, Tn vain they tun’d their pleafing throats, And flutter’d to be freed. As paffing thro’ the tufted grove, Near which my cottage ftood, I thought I faw the queen of love, _ When Clora’s charms I view’d; I look’d, I gaz’d, I prefs’d her ftay, * To hear my tender tale ; % But all in vain—‘the fled away, ; Nor could my fighs prevail. Soon, thro’ the wound which love had made, - Came pity to my breaft ; And thus I (as compaffion bade) The feather’d pair addrefs’d— Remember not ye flew ; Tes For I, who thought myfelf fo free, at cept Am far more caught than you. ti * . = wae ov OP _..™ . THE CHARMS OF MELODY. wn | Bixecuted April 1796, in Dublin, for Lich Treafin - Be i! a dew i nod igh Lreafon ; ‘ Sore zephyr on thy balmy wing, - Thy gentleft breezes hither bring ; Her flumbers guard fome hand divine, Ah! watch her with acare like mine. yy Arr—* Hofier’s Ghoft.” ee pale moon in cloudlefs glory, _ Silver’d o’er the Liffey’s fiream, _ And, on turrets high and hoary, _Shed.a wan and dubious beam ;— _ When, alone, in hopelefs forrow, _ Hart, im fetters, droop’d his head, _ Crying—TI muft, on the morrow, A rofe, a rofe. from her bofom has ftray’d, Vil {eek to replace it, to replace it with art ; But, no, no, no, ’twill her flumbers invade, I'll wear it fond youth next my heart. Slumber with ‘the filent dead. Alas! filly rofe, had’ft thou known MG: thar Uhiad ve’ér forlaken a Fires ApEn that gave thee thy place, | “My allegiance to my King; Thou ne’er from thy flation had’ft flown, “Nor a traiter’s counfel taken, | Her bofom’s the manfion of peace. Whence my fad misfortunes {pring : en my foul, to guilt a ftranger, Id this cell have never feen, How gaily roll’d the Moments on. fecure from every danger, — Re ated our hav : OW’ gaily roll’d the moments on, pee ce adr flour ‘have been H. When Sandy woo’d me ilka day, But a’ that fleeting joy is gone, Since war hath prefs’d him far away ; “TT, by fair but humble merit, - Might have gain’d.an honeft name, _ And through life, my tranquil f{pirit In vain the fhepherds pipe and fing, An approving confcience claim. The blooming maidens dance in vain, “0 ! that, fir’d by ancient ftory, *Till peaceful time fhall Sandy bring, Thad fought my country’s good, To mingle in the happy train: _ Foremoft in the field of glory, Tho’ blithfome are the rural fwains, In her caufe I might have ftood. Who grace the flowery banks of Tay; a Or, where cloth’d in regal thunder, Yet none of them, with a’ their pains, _ Rides the conqu’ring Britifh fleet, eae Bonny ne meus fart ‘Some brave Irifh captain under, 1a hero’s death might meet. _ But falfe men, my youth mifguiding, _ Vice in robes of virtue dreft, _ And their evil purpofe hiding, Lodg’d their treafons in my breaft. When drefs’d in plaid of tartan dra’ _ With garter’s dic’d beneath his knee, So {mart a lad you never faw, And O how neat he look’d to me! Whene’er he drove his fheep and kye, To fell them at the tryfte or fair, Kind Sandy never fail’d to buy, A roll of ribbons for my hair: But now, his flocks of late fo glad, His lambs that wont to fkip and play, Methinks are unco’ dull and fad, - Since war hath prefs’d him far away. “* Step by flep, my foul undoing, ‘They their {pecious arts employed, And, their country’s woe purfuing, All my.innocence deftroyed. ‘ Fir’d by frantic hopes of plunder, _ To embrue our hands in gore, And to rend the fate afunder, By a lawlefs oath we fwore. — Ye fair, decreed in ftate to fhine, a ! Your wealth and pomp I envy not; Be lairds your choice, but Sandy’s mine, With him to fhare a lowly cot ; My bofom no ambition knows, That veftal maids may not impart ; It from as pure a paffion flows, As ever warm’d a lover’s heart : Oft’ mufing near yon verdant birk, I long to fee the happy day, When he fhall lead me to the kirk, And ne’er again gang far away. —“« While, with bofoms unrelenting, We our midnight murders plann’d, _ Heaven our horrid crimes preventing, Sav’d this fpoil-devoted land ; _ Sav’d this land from wild commotion, In which, talents, wealth and life, As upon a ftormy ocean, ~‘Muft have funk in ruthlefs ftrife. “ Cruelty from law efcaping, _ Anarchy the foe of peace, '*War and blood, and vengeful rapine, ~ Would our cities then deface.— - Doom’d to die a public warning, | Heav’n fupport my drooping foul! ~ Yet to die in life’s firft morning, _ Who.can nature’s pangs control? O give me that focial Delight. O GIVE me that focial delight Which none but true lovers receive, When Luna bedecks the ftill night, And glances her fmiles on the eve: - You, who now in fetters languifh, Partners of my guilt and fhame, _ O’er my grave, if you with anguifh, When to the fair meadows we go, _ E’er recall my haplefs name ; Where peace and cantentment retire; _ And with bofoms inly bleeding, Or down the fmooth current we row, Mourn the errors of my youth, In time with the flutes and the lyre. May you, my hard fortunes heeding, . | Beeurn toloyalty and truth. By nature thefe pictures are drawn ; < How {weet is each eas difpos’d ; he profpect extends to the lawn, ie ee by the-tall beeches is clos’d. Come, Strephon, attend to the {cene; The clouds are all vanifh’d above 5 ‘ In this mournful dreary feafon, No one can my crime defend, ‘Juftice punithes my treafon, By a fad untimely end. iy Now farewell each hope of living, 1 SS nd i The objects around are ferene, GR cctinat oe cans As modell’d for mufic and loves As on Heaven my foul relies! — Yerace = : ae Ree: Beet | 3 ee 4 0 i eee D v oe ae “3c Hart’s Lamentation. The Manfion of Peace. ‘ ~ ——— | The Friarof Orders Gray. T was a friar of orders gray, Walkt forth to tell his beads; Aud he met with a lady fair, Clad in a pilgrim’s weeds. ; Now Chrift thee fave, thou reverend friar, I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy fhrine My true love thou didft fee. And how fhould I know your true love, From many another one? O by his cockle hat, and ftaff, And by his fandal fhoone. But chiefly by his face and mien, That were fo fairtoview; — His flaxen locks that fweetly curl’d, And eye of lovely blue. O lady, he is dead and gone! Lady, he’s dead and gone! And at his head a green grafs turf, And at his heels a ftone. Within thefe holy cloyfters long Hie languifh’d, and he died, Lamenting of a lady’s love, And ’playning of her pride. , There bore him barefac’d on his bier Six proper youths and tall, And many a tear bedew'd his grave Within yon church-yard wall. And art thou dead, thou gentle youth! And art thou dead and gone! And didft thou dye for love of me! Break, cruel heart of fone! O weep not, lady, weep not fo, Soime ghoftly comfort feek : Let not vain forrow rive thy heart, Nor tears bedew thy cheek. O do not, do not, holy friar, My forrow now reprove ; For I have loft the fweeteft youth, ‘That e’er won lady’s love. _ And now, alas! for thy fad lofs, _ Tl evermore weep and figh, For thee I only with’d to live, For thee I with to dye. Weep.no more, lady, weep no more, , ‘Thy forrow is in vain: ets pluckt, the fweeteft fhowers ne’er make grow again. ‘Our joys as winged dreams do fly, _ ~ Why then fhould forrow laft p ‘Since grief but aggravates thy lofs, Grieve not for what is pait. O fay not fo, thou holy friar: I pray thee, fay not fo: For fince my true-love dyed for me, ?Tis meet my tears fhould flow. And will he never come again? Will he ne’er come again? Ah! no, he’s dead and laid in’s grave, For ever to remain. His cheek was redder than the rofe, he comlieft youth was he :— But he is dead and laid in’s grave: Alas, and woe is me! Sigh no more, lady, figh no more, Men were deceivers ever: One foot on fea and one on land, - ‘Lo one thing conftant never. OLD BALLADS. - Might I fill hope to win tylove, 1% 4 g . Then live with me, and be my love. wy _ If thefe delights thy mind may move, Hadft thou been fond, he had been falfe, — . And left thee fad and heavy; — aor For young men ever weré fickle found. Since fummer trees wereleafy. 6s Now fay not fo, thou holy friar, re of hb I pray theefay not fo: . yt My love he had the trueft heart: * Oh he was ever true! CaS And art thou dead, thou much lov’d youth, And didft thou dye for me? . Then farewell home; for ever-more > pilgrim I will be, But firft upon my true love’s grave My weary limbs I'll lay, And thrice I’il kifs the green-grafsturf = _—~ . That ‘wraps his breathlefs clay. Yet flay fair lady; refta while Beneath this cloyfter wall : See, through the hawthorn blows the cold wi © And drizzly rain doth fall, O ftay me not, thou holy friar; — ; O ftay me not I pray: ye, No drizzly rain that falls on me, oN igeeth Can wath my fault away. Yet flay, fair lady, turn again, _ And dry thofe pearly tears; For fee beneath this gown of gray — Thy own true-love appears. | Here fore’d by grief, and hopelefs love, Thefe holy weeds I fought ; And here amid thefe lonely walls To end my days I thought. But haply for my year of grace. Is not yetpaft away, ~ No longer would I flay. , =, Now farewell grief, and welcome joy Once more unto my heart: For fince I ve found thee, lovely youth, We never more will part. The Shepherd’s Invitation. {joe live with me, and be my love, — And we will all the pleafures prove - That hills and vallies, dale and field, ma And all the craggy mountains yield. Pr There will we fit upon the rocks, © } f q And fee the fhepherds feed their flacks, © By fhallow rivers, to whofe falls Pee An Ae Melodious birds fingthadrigals = : othed ta ees. wefan ; + There will I make thee beds of bho ts <6) ¥ With a thoufand fragrant pofies, A cap of flowers, and a kixtle, dis bh see Embroider’d all with leavesot myrtle; A gown made of the finet wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull; . Saree lindchoicelyfor the cold, = = © With buckles of the pureit gold; — ay tre: A belt of firaw, andivy buds, “i With coral clafps, and amber ftuds: Andif thefe pleafures may thee move, > it Ff : : POs V 22 The fhepherd fwains fhall dance and fing, =~ For thy delight each May morning.) /i5)\5) ies . ude a oe thes ane ‘Then live with me, and be my loves ees : woe te éé eo ove CHARMS OF MELODY, @ R. oF SPR EN MED REY Ls. The Plan of the Publifher is to embody in one Grand -Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in ‘the Enelith Language, “worth preferying—forming an Univerlal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, ‘War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea: and Political’ . The Muleteers. ae high born Spanifh noblemen, Ye dons and cavaliers.; Ah! little do you think upon , The lowly muleteers ; - To earn an honett livelihood, “What toils, whaticare we know ; Small our gain, great our pain, O’er the hill, o'er the ‘plain, Parch’d with heat, drench’d with raim:; ‘Still the muleteeys mnuft go. 5 i i if "When darkuefs pedicles us, Our inules.to droop begin ; ‘Fatigu’d and fpent, what joy we feel, To reach-the with’d-for mn. MWe dratn the wine cag jollily, “We tofs.it to and fro, While to fleep, as we.creep, Maritornes may weep, That when day-light does peep, “Then the muleteers muft go. ~The Caledonian Laddy Q. ee Sandy is a bonny boy, And always is’a wooing, Nor is he e’er:too bold or coy, Altho’ he is fo looing. Laft night he prefs’d me to his breaft, ‘ And vow’d he’d afk my daddy O, - +O dear! te wedime he confefs’d, ‘the Caledonian Laddy‘@. “The maidens try both far-and near, To gain young Sandy over ; iBut all their arts: dinna’ fear, _ He winna’prove a rover!, - ‘For fure he told me frank and free, Unknown to. mam or daddy O, ‘He'd. marry none, ah none but me, The Caledonian Laddy O. “The other day from Dundee Fair, » He brought me home a bonnet, ‘A cap and ribbons for my hair, But mark what foon came on it; As late from-kirk we fome-how oad; In f{pite of mam or daddy O, ‘He marry’d me, do all I cou’d, The Caledonian Laddy O. Arife fweet Meffenger. ASE fweet meffenger of morn, With thy mild beams our fkies adorn.; _ For long as-fhepherds pipe and play, “This, this fhali be a holiday. ‘See! morn appears; a roly hee Steals foft 6’er yonder orient blue; Soon let us meet in trim array, “And frolic out this holiday.” a eee ee esas Songs; as well as Old Enelifn, Irifth, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries! Soc &e, [a By yea and by nay, ’tis a fault in the vein, To which will be added, a complete Index, A Sup of Good Whitkey. SUP of good whifkey will make you glad, ‘Loo much of the creature will‘make you mad, A you take it in reafon “twill make you wife, If you drink.to excefs ‘twill clofe up your eyes. Yet father and mother, And fifter and Weothes They all take a fup in their turn. ‘Some preachers will'tell you to drink is bad, I think fo too—if there’s nore to be had: “The {wadler will bid you drink none at all, But while I can get it a fig for them all; Both laymen and brother, In f{pite of this pother, “Will all take a fup in their turn. ‘Some doétors will tell ye ‘twill hurt your health, And juftice will fay ’twill reduce your wealth, Phyficians and law 'yers will all agree, ‘When your money’s all gone they can get no fee. Yet furgeon and: doétor, And ae vyer and proétor, Will all take a‘fup‘in their turn. ‘Ifa foldier is drunk feen on duty found, He foon to the three- -lege’d horie is bound; ‘In the face of the regiment obliged to firip, A naggin will foften the drummer’s whip. For fexjeant and drummer, And likewife his honor, ‘Will all take a fap annenebe turn. Yhe Turks who arrived from the Porte fublime, . They told us that drinking was held.a grea cfimes; ‘Yet after their dinner away they flunk, And tippled their wine, ‘till they‘got age drunk, ar The Sultan and Crommet, . m And even Mahomet, “ : They ail .take a fup in their turn. The Quakersgvill bid you from drink abftain, Yet fome of the broadbrims will get to the ftuff, And tipple away “till they’ve tippled enough. ‘For Riff rump and fteady, And Solomon’s lady, ‘Would all take a fup in their turn. “The Germans will-fay, they can: drink the moft, The French and Italians will alfo boaft; Hibernia’s the country, ‘for all their noife, ‘For generous drinking and hearty boys, ‘There each jovial fellow, “Will drink ’till he’s ihieticie. And.take off his glats in his turn. : How happy could I be, &c. | Ho happy could I be with either, Were t’other dear charmer away;;, But while-you thus teize me together, To neither a word will [fay ; 5 ; But tol de rol, wc. Beg. OF » 4 é . ; ; : ! ’ & « > * ---- ‘THE CHARMS - *, , Co, Rote. ey O, rofe, my Chloe’s bofom grace; How happy fhould I prove, Might I fupply that envy’d place With never-fading love ! There, phcenix like, beneath her eye, Involw’d in fragrance, burn and die ; Tnvoly’d in, &c. 28 a Know, haplefs flow’r, that thou fhalt find ‘More fragrant rofes there, I fee thy with’ring head reclin’d With envy and defpair ; . . One common fate we both muft prove; You die with envy, I with love. You die, &c. (Gage. 3 ‘When I awake, &e. — yy BEN I. awake, with painful brow, 3 Ere the cock begins to crow; Toffing, tumbling in my bed, \ _ Aching heart, and aching head; Pond’ring over human ills; Cruel bailiffs, tailors’ bills ; Flufh and Pam thrown up at Loo: When thefe forrows ftrike my-view, Lcry ————$—— ; And, to ftop the gufhing tear, Wipe it with the pillow-bier. _ But when fportive ev’ning. comes, Routs, ridottos, balls, and drums ; Cafinos here, Feftinos there, Mirth and. paftime ev’ry where ; Seated by a {prightly lafs, Smiling with the fmiling glafs; When thefe pleafures are my lot, ‘Tailors, bailiffs, ali forgot, I laugh Carelefs, then, what may befal, Thus I thake my fides at all. Then, again, when I perufe O’er my tea, the morning news; Difmal tales of plunder’d houfes, Wanton wives, and cuckold {poufes; _ When I read of money lent, _ At fixteen and a half per cent. I cry But if, ere the muffin’s gone, Simp’ring enters honeft John ; “Sir, Mifs Lucy’s at the door, _ * Waiting in a chaife and four,” Inftant vanifh all my cares, _ Swift I fcamper down the flairs, And lau gh eee og * So may this indulgent throng, Who now, fmiling, grace my fong, ‘Never more cry, Oh! oh! oh! But join with me in, Ha! ha! ha! Let Gay Ones and Great. . ee gay ones, and great, ' Make the moft of their fate, - From pleafure to pleafure they run; Well, who cares a jot? ~ I envy them not, While I have my dog and my gun. * For exercife, air, To the fields I repair, With fpirits unclouded and light; ‘The bliffes I find, + No ftings leave behind, ut health and diverfion unite. Love in a Fil. | No other amufement he prizes, be Me ; Than thofe that from Chloe arife ; a: She’s firft in his thoughts when he rifes, . ; And laft when he clofes his eyes. RAL Sey “Then let not ambition diftrefsus, 9) “Love only with Chloe can blefs-us, - - re é r 5 ~e 6 ars fees ers td IS eel ag ich lia v, y - rj a* - Ifyou at an Office folicit. 8 you at an dflice folicit your due, I And would not have matters negleéted,, = You muft quicken the clerk with the perquifite too, ~ Lodo what his duty direéted ; cok Or would you the frowns of a lady prevent, § Rie, ~ She, too, has this palpable failing, . The perquifite foftens her into’ confent 5 | - That reafon with all is prevailing. Beg. Op. To thee, O gentle Sleep. “F2 thee, O gentle fleep, alone, Is owing all our peace; -By thee our joys are heighten’d fhewa, - By-thee our forrows ceafe. The nymph, whofe hand by fraud or force Some tyrant has poffefs’d,- ~~ By thee obtaining a divorce, In her own choice is blefs’d. Oh! flay, Arpafia bids thee flay; - The fadly weeping fair Conjures thee not to lofe, in day, The object of her care. To grafp whofe pleafing form fhe fought ; That motion chas’d her fleep : Risa Thus by ourfelves are ofteneft wrought Pe od ‘Lhe griefs for which we weep. roe The ftate of a Paces! How happy a lover’s life paffes, . When beauty returns figh for figh’! He looks upon all men as affes, Lane Who have not fome girl in their eye. © With heart full as light as a feather, He trips to the terras or parks, Where fwains croud impatient together, And maidens look out for their fparks. _ What {weet palpitation arifes, . When Chloe appears full in view! Her {miles at more value he prizes, ' Than mifers the mines of Peru. Tho’ {wift-winged time, as the’re walking, ° Soon parts them, alas! by his flight; . .- } By reflection he ftill hears her talking, F And abfent he keeps her in fight. Whenever abroad he regales him, And Bacchus calls out for his lafs; Tf His love for his Chloe ne’er fails him, ; ~ Her name gives a zeft to his glafs. ~ Or fortune’s fantaftical chace; ~ And give all we want to embrace. | In Love fhould there meet,-€c." i love fhould there meet a fond pair,, si. Untutor’d by fafhion or art, Oi Whofe wifhes are warm and fincere, ee Whofe words are th’ excefs of the heart. Se If aught of fubftantial delight, _ - aie as sie On this fide the ftarscan befound; . | *Tis, fure, when that couple unite, ahs de Beet * And Cupid by Hymren is crown’d. Love ing Fil, Sy) ach Sz hl > “ty yy ; ane \ ) rt \ ee: 7 Phe Wine Vault. : ONTENTED Lam, and contented J’ll be; | “A For what can this world more afford, _ ‘Than a girl that will fociably fit on my-knee, And a cellar that’s plenteoufly ftor’d? ~ _ . See! my vault door is open, defcend ev'ry gueft, Tap that catk, for the wine we will try; “Tis as {weet as the lips of your love to your tafte, ° _. And-as bright as her cheeks to'your eye. ' . | In a piece of flit-hoop I my candle have ftuck, *Twill light us each bottle to hand; The foot of my glafs I have purpofely broke, For I hate that a bumber fhould ftand. Sound that pipe—’tis in tune, and the binns are well fill’d, . View that heap of Chamyaiene in the rere ; “Thofe bottles are Burgundy, fez how they’ré pil’d, Like artillery, tier over. tier. "My cellar’s my camp, and my foldiers my flaiks, All glorioufly rang’d in review ; ken I caft my eyes round, I confider my cafks As kingdoms I’ve got to fubdue. -. *Tis my will, when I die, not a tear fhall be fthed, No Are gacet be grav’d on my ftone; _~ But pour on my coffin a’bottle of red, _ And fay, that my drinking is done. G. A. Stevens. nea Bie en bechan, 4 ® FoR various purpofe ferves the fan; _, As thus--a decent blind, Between the fticks to peep at man, Nor yet betray your mind. ‘Each action has a méaning plain, Refentment’s in the {nap ; . A flirt exprefies ftrong difdain, Conient a gentle tap. ~ AM] paffions will the fan difclofe, All modes of femdle art; | . And to advantage fweetly fhews The hand, if not the heart. _ Tis folly’s fceptre, firft defign’d : by love’s capricious boy, “Who knows how lightly a]l mankind _ Are govern'd by a toy: Where fhall Celia fly, ee. “EXPHERE fhall Celia fly for thelter? ¥. In what fecret grove or cave? Sighs and fonnets fent.to melt her, . From the young, the gay, the brave. Tho’ with prudith airs the ftarcli her, _. Still fhe longs, and ftill fhe burns: - Cupid fhoots like Hymen’s archer, ee Wherefoe’er the damfel turns. ‘Virtue, youth, good-fenfe and beauty, -. (If difcretion.guide us not) “Sometimes are the ruffian’s booty, Sometimes are the booby’s lot; Now they’re purchas’d by the trader, _. Now commanded by the peer; Now fome fubtle, mean invader, t Wins the heart, or gains the ear. -O difcretion! thou’rt a jewel, I ~ Or our grand-mamas miftake, ' ‘Stinting flame by bating fewel, Always carefulkand awake. ‘ “Would you keep your pearls from tramplers, Weigh the licence, weigh'the banns ; ‘Mark my fong upon your famplers; Wear it on your knots‘arid fans. > = PEE CHARMS OF MELODY. , ‘He feather’d his oars with fuch fkill and.dexterity, / 39 Blithe Jockey. ee Jockey, young and gay, Ts all my heart’s delight ; He’s all my talk by day, . And all my dreams by night. If trom the lad I be, *Tis winter then with me 2 oy But when he tarries here, ‘Tis fummer all the year. When I and Jockey met Firft on the flow’ry dale, Right fweetly me he tret, And love was all his tale. You are the lafs, fays he, That-ftaw my heart frae me; « O eafe me of my pain, ; And never thew difdain. I’m glad when Jockey comes, Sad when he gangs away ; Tis night when Jockey glooms, But when he {miles ’tis day. His fuit I ill deny’d, He kifs’d and I comply’d; Sae Jockey promis’d me, That he would faithful be. Well can my Jockey kyth His love and courtefie ; He made my heart quite blithe, When he firft {poke to me. : When our eyes meet I pant, - I colour, figh, and faint ; sn What lais that would be kind, Can better fpeak her mind? Say, little foolith, fluttering thing. SA little foolith, fluttering thing, Whither, ah! whither would you wing Your airy flight ? Stay here and fing, Your miftrefs to delight. No, no, no, , Sweet Robin, you‘fhall not go! Where, little wanton, could you be, Half fo happy as with me? Padlock. The Waterman. ND did you not hearof ajolly young waterman; Who at Black- Friars Bridge us’d for to ply? “Winning each heart, and delighting each eye: He look’d fo neat, and row’d fo fteadily, The maidens all flock’d to his boat fo readily ; And they ey’d the young roguewith fo charming an alr, That this waterman ne’er wasin want of a fare. What fights of fine folks he oft row’d in his wherry, *T was clean’d out fo nice and fo painted withal! He was always firft oars, when the fine city ladies In a.party to Ranelagh went, or Vauxhall. And oftentimes would they be giggling and leering, But ’twas all one to Tom, their gibing and jeering ; For loving, or liking, he little did care, — ; For this waterman ne’er was in want of a fare. And yet, but to fee how ftrangely things happen; As he row’d along, thinking of nothing at all, He was ply’d by adamfel fo lovely andcharming, __ That fhe fmil’d, and fo ftraightway inlovehedid fall. ‘ And would this young damfel but banifh his forrow, He’d wed her to-night, before it was morrow: Then how should this waterman ever knew care, When he’s marry’d, and never in want of a fare. * ! Dh > ¢ .: thews, that Zelindaxa was of royal blood. ‘King Z Zay ie cand Zelin faa: es FROM: SPANISH. Prom among other roma ee the moft famous feafts and tourdsgmentsof the] Pe the following one has been Jef ed, the orivinal of which muft Pha! we been wer# Panewnt, as it reiates the catafrophe of a Moscri/h knight in the court of one of the kings of Toledo, which city was re-conquered by the Chrif- ‘tians in the year 1085. | oe troopsof eight, and troops of ten, The Alitarian race, ‘With many a Saracinian chief, Toledo’s circus grace : ‘To throw the cane, and prove their ftrength, With the Azarques bold, ‘With Adalife’s comely men, ‘The tournament to hold. ' Thefe royal fports the king Promiaims For peace then lately made -Between Granada’s prince Atarfe “And Belchite’s king Zayde. "But fame reports, the Monarch’s love For a fair Moorifh dame “Was the true caufe of all thefe feafts :—— Zelindaxa her name. Firft to the field, on fiery fteeds, The Saracini flewau ' Their cloaks and jackets richly fhone Of green and orange hue. Sharp fcymeters, emboft with gold, Each fhining target fhows ; “And letters which defiance bore Again& their country’s foes. - Swiftly the Alitares next Enter the lifted field, A goodly fight their fearket roats With fhow-white/flow’rets yield. ' Their targets, for device the fky, By Atlas propt, did fhow, And amotto fair, which faid, “ Until fatigued I grow.” Next Dalife’s gallant knights “O’er the field ftately ride, With coats of red and yellow clad, A veil * to each arm tied. A double knot was their device, By a wild man undone, ’ On whofe enormous club was writ, “« ‘This through our valour won.” The laft, but braveft troop, the Moor Azarque moft portly leads : Their vefts were purple mixt with blue, And plumes adorn their heads. On their green fhields, { with azure ground, Two joined hands are feen, And the letters there infcribed, -“ Surrounded by the green.” ‘The furious king this emblem read, And, jealous, could‘not bear That Zelindaxa’s heart with him Another man fhould fhare: To Selim, his Alcayde, he faid, “ This Sun, which fhines fo bright, “© And dares, in my defpite, to blaze, « Shall quenched be this night.” * Almayzal is the Arabic name SE 2a’ ftriped filken veil, or head-drefs, worn by the Moorifh women. It was the ufual fa- vour, in the days of knight-errantry, for the ladies to give them -to theit knights, who tied them asa fignal on theirarms, as being ~ the moft con{picuous place. q Sree the peculiar colour affected by Mahomet, his det . cendants, the princes of the Mahometan faith ; this device * } , tt... Ve * ~§ And as his coutfer meafures back SE ee me eee, eR eR 6 eet AY Re A tot emma ‘From her balcony Zelindaxa i I a A RT AN PRE REReeRat? etarciernroemenemeteen ceece A -« What.a ftern, royal lover's rage “With matchlefs art, refiftlefs force, pee - Azarque now throws his cane, » With fpeed the dufty plain, The ’dmiring croud tumultuous thout, “« Alha thee fave !” they ery: ~The ladies, from the royal feats, Applaud him paffing by. “ “Tranfported Zelindaxa throws } ‘+ Perfumes. supon her knight. Theking, with bitter'grief and rage, At this heart-breaking fight, ‘Calls to the cavaliers to caft ‘L heir flender canes away, And the prefumptuous Azarque ‘To feize without delay. ‘Two of the four quadrills, with hafte, Take lances in their hands gtinsy For who fhall venture to refit An angry king’s commands ? The other two would fain have fought, Their utmod@ aid to lend; . But Azarque cries, “In vain you try «« To fave your wretched friend. ~“ Put down your lances; let them come “ And ftrike the deadly blow, “ ThatI,.a lover true, expire, x 66 ieee fatal day fhall fhow.” Azarque, at length, o’ercome and fein’ d, With grief the people fee, -And take up arms to give him help, So well belov’d was he, Exclaims, with all her might, —- “ Save him, ye moors, O fave him now, Preferve my faithful knight.” Then headlong dowmn'fhe ftrives to thio: Herfelf in fell defpair ; Her mother holds herin her arms, And foothes her. frantic care. “« Doft thou not fee, my daughter dear, « That nothing can withftand ~« Shall cruelly command?” ‘A meffage from the monarch came, Enjoining her to choofe In fome rélation’s fecret houfe, Her liberty to lofe, Fair, Zelindaxa to the king * Made ftraightway this reply: “ The memory of Azarque fhall be “ My prifon till I die. « And thou fhall fee that I will dare * Refift with conftancy, “© Whate’er a favage, bloody king, “ May eee decree.” § The chief art in the Juego de Canas is, to ride full-fpeed, throw the cane at a certain mark, and then fuddenly turn the horfe back with eqnal {wiftmels. tt was furely. invented to train their horfestothe Arabian manner of riding up to.their enemy, and, after cafting javglins, retreating with expedition before the cadverfary could return their {troke. This cuftoni, as old as the Parthian empire in the eatt, is, to this day, praétifed i in Arabia... His prefent Catholic majefty revived this fport, on the mat- riage of the prince of A{turias, at Madrid, where the quadrilles, were compofed of the noblett youth i in the kin gdom, headed each oy a prince of theblood. ‘ “ The Spanith’ ladies have retained from the Moors their «gallant way of throwing rofe-water, perfumes, flowers, &c. on their lovers and favourites, as they pafs under their balconies during the:carnival; a liberty allowed at no other feafon. Many alady waits the petubn of the cprnlnets to make this Lacit sles claration of her fontiraenten - " : Il ree Bape ehe Sie) Li CHARMS OF MELODY, Nene MEDLE y. The Plan of the Pablither i is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Enelith Language ; .. Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political worth ce een a Univerfal Magazine of Love Songs; as well a Old Englith, Irith, and Sestch Ballads, Lesendaries, Bee, &e To ‘which will be added, a complete Index. 1e Bluth of Aurora. t HE bleuth of Aurora now tinges the mern, And dew-drops befpangle the {weet-{cented or “Then found, Prothes {port{man, found, found the’ gay horn, Till. Phoebus awakens the day, And fee, new he rifes in fplendor how bright! IO Pan for Pheebus, the god of delight; All glorious in beauty, now Fhanith che: night, ‘hen mount, boys to horfe, and away. What -raptures can equal the joys of the chace? Heal:h, bloom and contentment appear in each face, And in our fwift couriers what beauty and grace, While we the fleet flag do purfue? At the deep and harmonious cry Of the hounds, Struck by’terror, he burfls from the foreft’s wide bounds, And tho’ like the lightning he darts o’er the grounds F Yet ftill boys we have him in view. When chac’d till quite fpent, he his life does refign, Our victim we'll offer at Bacchus’s fhrine, And revel in honour of Nunred divine : That.hunter fo mighty of | facts ; Our siaffes then charge to our country ond kings Love and beauty we ae caes rge to, and jovially fing, Wifhing health andfuccefs till we make the houte ilk we ring, To all fpdrtimen and fons of the game! .O tay fimple Maid. INCZE. Aye ni {) SAY, umple m2it, nion, x OF all the rude dangersin croffing the ocean’ W hen winds whiftle thriliy, ah! won't they remind you, . ‘To figh with regret for the grot left behind you! have you form’d any > ¥aARYTCo. Ah! no, tT could follow, and fail the world over, Nor think of my-grot, when I look at my lover! ‘Jhe winds which blow round us, your arms for my * pillow, Will lull us to flee; Ps while we billow.: *re rock’d by each NCLEs ee fay, lovely tafe, w ea Bi if haply efpying A rich gall ant ved flel with gay frais fying ? ; i YARICO, Til journey v.&th thee, love, to Darrews, And fling all mynbanes at my back with my arrows. i Ssueite the land im) TBO Hy 0 fans then, mv true love, we never will funder, Nor. fhrink from’ the tempeft, nor dread ihe big thunder ; W hilt confiont, we'll laugh ati all changes of Wy aoe Grito And journey ‘all over,the world both tog: her. at : | | : | You know I’m your Prieft. Vid know I’m your prieft and your confeience is mine, But if you grow wicked, ’tis not a good fign, So leave off your rakeing and marry a wife, And then, my dear Darby, you’re fettl’d for life. # Sing Ballynamono Oro, A good merry wedding tae me. The bans being publith’ d, to chapel we go, The bride and the bridegroom-i in coats white as fnow, So modelt her air, aa fo fheepifh your look, You. out with your ring, and I pull out my Back: e Sing Ballynomono, &c.' I thumb out the place, and I thea read away, He blufhes at love, and fhe whifpers obey, You take her dear hand to have and to hold, I fhut up my. book, and I pocket your gold. Sing Ballynamomno, &c. That {sug little panes for me. ’ The neighbours with j joy to the baldectacen and bride, The pipers before us march on fide by fide ; A plentiful dinner gives joy to each face; ‘The piper plays up, myfelf I fay grace. ing Lallynamono, &c. A good wedding dinner for me. The joke now goes round, and the ftocking is ° thrown; 1 he curtains are drawn, and you're both left alone; * tis then, my dear oy I believe you at home, And hie for a chrift’ning in nine Honehs to come, Sing Ballynamono, &c.. » A eye merry chrift’ning for me. On Green Sedgy Banks. ‘Oh the green fedgy banks of the {weet winding Tay, As blithe as the woodlark that carols in May, . I pafs’d the gay moments with joy and delight, For peace, cheer'd’ the morn, and content crown’d the night ;. Till love taught young hope my youth to deceive, W hat we with to be bugis lous bids us believe. * Whenever 1 wander, thro’ hill, dale or gre ove, Young Sandy would fellow with fott tales of love; Enrapuur’ d he preis’d me, then vow’d witha figh, If Jenny was cruel=-alas! he muit die; A. be fo engaging, with cafe might decelve— What we with to be true— love bids ts believe. Te flole my fond heart, then he left me to moura, Yor peace and content, that ne’er can ee ; From the clown to the | peau a e€ fex are all uy "They compl ain ofthe woud, but we feel the Aine alts Ww si oin in the fraud, and: ourlelves \"e. deceive W hax we wit to be ocletiiacnistey ieaueliert ¢ \ é 42 "PHE G€HARMS OF MELODY.’ The origin of Englifh Liberty. CpXce the gods of theGreeks,at an ambrofial feaft Large bowls of rich neétar were quafiing : Merry Momus among them was fat asa guett, (Homer fays the celeftials lov’d laughing :) On each in the fynod the humourift droll’d, . So none could his jokes difapprove ; He fung, repartee’d, and fome {mart ftories told, And at laft thus began upon Jove. * Sire! Atlas, who long has the univerfe bore, “ Grows grievoufly"tit’d of late; “ He fays that mank ind are much worfe than before, «So he begs to be eas’d of their weight.” Jove, knowing the earth on poor Atlas was hurld, From his fhoulders commanded the ball; Gave his daughter, Attraction, the charge of the world, And fhe hung it up high in his hall. Mifs, pleas’d with the prefent, review’d the globe round, To fee what each climate was worth ; Like a diamond, the whole with an atmofphere bound, And fhe varioufly planted the ear: With filver, gold, jewels, fhe India endow’d _ France and Spain fhe taught vineyards to rear ; What fuited each clime, on cach clime fhe beftow’d, And freedom, fhe found flourifh’d here. Four cardinal virtues fhe left in this ifle, As guardians to cherifh the root ; The bloffoms of liberty ’gan then to fmile, And Englifhmen fed on the fruit. Thus fed, and thus bred, from a bouiaty fo rare, O preferve it as free as “twas giv’n! “ We will, while we’ve breath ; may, We lL grafp it in death, « Then return it untainted to Heav'n G. A. Stevens, ’ Ve - _ . The Comparifon ARTING to death we will compare; For, fure, to thofe who love PCR So dreadful is the pain, Such doubts, fuch horrors, rend the mind! But, oh! when adverfe fate grows kind, How {weet to meet again! “To thofe tri’d hearts, and thofe alone, _ Who have the pangs of abfence known, The blifsful change is given ; And who—oh! who would not endure The pangs of death, if they were fure ‘To reap the joys of heaven? Now or never. O make the moft of fleeting time, Shou’d be our great endeavour ; For love we both are in our prime, ‘The time is now or never. A thoufand charms around you play ; No girl more bright or clever ; Then let us both agree to-day, To-morrow will be never. _ I ne’er fhall be a better man, _ I burn with love’s high fever ; Pray now be kind, I know you can, You muft not anfwer, never. Whilft you, thus, Chloe, turn afide, You fruflrate my endeavour ; That face will fade, come down that pride, Your time is now or never. Ere for yourfelf.or me too late; Say now, you’re mine for ever ; I-may be fnatch’d by care or fate, ‘My time is new or never. | Puth about the brik Bowl. USH about the brifk bowl, ‘twill enliven the heart, While thus we fit round on the grafs: The lover, who t alks of his fuff’ rings and fmart, Deferves to be reckon’d-an agg an ails, Deferves to be, &e. The wretch, who fits oe Shone far above the reft, Who, when fhe Ellen’s Fae furvey’d, Her wonder thus expreft : « Ah! whence, my brother, is thy pige How heavenly fair his face! What pity that his fize uncouth Such beauty fhould difgrace. « But let the boy on me attend, In my apartment wait ; My care fhall footh his gentle mind, And mend his. prefent Rate.” « Too great for him that loner were, A youth of low degree, : ; ‘ Enough diftinguifh’d as my page, aes On foot to follow ms” Now mi} i taiiae clofing avery eye, Left Ellen free to ey cep, But with the morn the-Earl arofe, And broke the bands of fsep." “ Awak e awake ! thot flothful page, ’Tis dawn of breaking day— _ Bring forth in hafte my miik- white fleed, I-muit from hence away.” But ere her lord could be obey’d ‘Uncall’d Lucina oes And to fad Ellen’s other woes, oo | She adds a mother’ 8 name. vag 3 a 4 i-* Now burft their way the heart-felt groans, rt Now falls the tricklingteat, ~ my rh *Till thro’ the high refounding dome, 5 They reach earl Walter’s ears With eager fleps he fought theplace, Then made a fearful panfe, — Pk While broken accents breain igh, Reveal the fatal caufe.- | « Lie ftilipthon pledgewe wife lve, ne Lie ftiil, my intant dear; 2 ; é ‘ > * a , I would thy father were a king, ‘Thy mother on a bier!” = Enough had now the lover heart, ’ ce He clafps her in his arms, bs * ‘ “ Look up my miftrefs, friend: and wife, Revive thy drooping charms.” ; 4 Thy trial now 4s fairly paft, * Thou firft of woman kind: Enfhrines a hero’s mind.” « And doft thou knew at. length 1 my heer ‘Then have I well been tri’d; I only livd to prove ef faith .’ sy She grafp'd his hand, and died! ar Gf HILE up the fhrouds the failor: goes, v Or ventures on the yard, “The landman, who no better knows, ~Believes his lot is-hard, . Bold Jack with-fmiles. each ‘danger meets, __.Cafts anchor, ‘heaves the log, " Trims all the fails, belays the fheets -Aud'drinks his can of grog. "When. mountains high the waves that fwell, The veffel rudely bear, Now finking in a-hollow dell, Now quiv’ring in the air, Bold Fack, 9c. * When waves *gainft rocks and quickfands roar, You ne’er hear ‘him repine, ‘ “Freezing near Greenland’s icy fhore, _ Or burning near the line, ‘If to engage they give the word, Lo quarters all repair. “While {plinter’d mafts go by the board, And fhot fing thro’ the air, Bold Tack, Se. Dibdin. ~The flowing Bowl. VV HEN once the Gods, like us below, i To keepitupdefign, —- Their goblets with frefh near flow; __ Which makes them more divine ; Since drinking deifies the foul, Let’s puth about the flowing bowl, &e. “The glitt’ring ftar and ribbon blue, > That decks the courtier’s breaft, ‘May hide a heart-of blackeft hue, « Tho’ by his king’carefs’d ; Let him in pride and fplendor roll, (We’er happier o’er a flowing bowl, tc, For liberty let patriots rave, And damn the courtly crew, Becaufe like them. they want to have, _ The loaves and:fifhes too ; J.care not who divides the cole, So, I can fhare .a-flowing bowl, Se. Let Kenyon lord: thief juftice be, ~ Addington:{peaker, ftill, At home, letSpencer rule the fea, And Pitt the treafury fill ; No-place:I want, throughout the whole, But. one,—that’s near a flowing bowl, t#c. The fon wants {quare-toes at old Nick, - And mifs is mad to wed, The doctor wants us to be fick, | The undertaker, dead ; All have their wants from pole Logele, Want an ever flowing bowl, Wc. SIREN: The Plan of the Publither is to-embody in-oné Grandolio Volume, _ © Worth preferving—forming aa Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental Songs; as well as Old Englith, Irithy.and Scotch Ballade, Legendaries, P. eae up the Shrouds. an all thé Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language, » War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political’ &c, &e.——To which will be added, a complete Index. Bold Fack, €e. MEDLEY. Bonny Bet. N°? more I’ll court the town-bred dair 4S Who Shines in artificial beauty, For native charms, without compare, Claim all my love, refpedt, and duty. CHORUS. O my bonny, bonny Bet, fweet bloffom, Was Ta king fo proud to wear thee, From off the verdant couch I’d bear thee, To grace thy faithful lover’s bofom, O my bonny, bonny Bet, &. Yet, afk me where thofe beauties lie, I cannot fay in {mile or dimple, In blooming cheeks or radiant eye, “Tis happy nature wild and fimple. ‘O my’ bonny,’ bonny. Bet, &c. Let dainty beaux 'for‘ladies pine, And figh in numbers trite and common, - Ye gods !: one darling with be. mine, | And.all.L.atk is levely woman. _ ‘O my bonny, bonny. Bet, Se: 7 Come deareft-giil, the rofy bowl, Like thy bright eye with, pleafure dancing, “My. heaven art thou, fo take: my foul, ‘With raptures.every fenfe entrancing. “O my bonny, benny Bet, &e. |. How oft thro’:this refponfive Grove. Hev oft thro’ this refponfive grove, Has fofteft echo:told:my tale ! ‘When e’er the caught.my notes of love, She bore them gently down the vale. The fcene renew’d, my wakeful breaft Now joyful beats to love’s alarms; “Ye powers who pity the diftreft, ‘Tran{port:me to Narciffa’s arms. ‘Though Leixlip is proud. ero. Leixlip is proud of its clofe fthady bowers, Its clear falling waters and murmuring cafcades, Its groves of fine myrtles, its beds of {weet flowers, Its lads fo well drefs’d, and its neat pretty maids ; As each his own village muft ftill make the moft of, In praife of dear Carton, ‘I hope I’m not wrong : DearCarton! containing what kingdoms may boait of | “Tis Norah! dear Norah ! the theme of my fong. Be gentlemen fine,with their fpursandnice boots on, Their horfes to dtart on the Curragh of Kildare; Or dance at a ball with their Sunday’s new fuits on, Lac’d waiftcoat, white ‘gloves, and their nice powder’d hair : 4 Poor Pat,while fo bleft in his mean humble ftation, For gold and for acres he never {hai long ; One {weet {mile can give him the wealth of a nation, From Norah, dear Norah! the theme of my fong. PUBLISHED «t N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dubiin, Where complete Sits, or fingleNumbers, may be had. 346 ~Poll and my Partner Joe. a WAS, d?ye.fee, a waterman, °%% #@. As tight-and {pruceas any, 5 hh — * *Twixt Richmondtown ‘And Horfly down, ‘IT earn’d an honeft penny; * None could of fortune’s favours brag More than couldlucky I,’ > My cot was fnug, well fill’d my-cag, . My grunter in the fly. * With wherry tight And bofem light =I cheerfully did row, And, to.cemplete this princely life, Sure never man had friend and wife ~ Like my Poll and my partner Joe. I roll’d in joys like thefe awhile, . Folks far and near carefs’d me, Till, woe is ‘me, So lubberly ' The prefs-gang came and prefs’d me : * How could I all thefe pleafures leave ? How with my wherry part ? _I never fo took on to grieve, , It wrung my vety heart. But when on board They gave the word To foreign parts to’ go, I rued the moment I was born, ‘That ever I fhould thus be torn / From my_Poll-and my partner Joe. : I did my duty manfully, While on the billows rolling, ~And night and day Could find my way _ Blindfold to the.main-top bowling. ' Thus ail the dangers of the main, Quickfands, and gales of wind, -I brav’d, in hopes.to tafte again _The joys I left behind : ~ In-climes afar, ‘The hotteft, war, Pour’d broadfides on' the foe, In. hopes thefe perils to relate, As by my fide attentive fat, ” 'My Poll and.my, partner Joe. . At lak it pleas’d:his majefty ’ : To give peace to the nation, And honeft hearts, ' From foreign parts, - Came home for confolation: * Like light’ning—for I felt new life, - Now fafe from all alarms— » 1 ruth’d, and found my friend and wife—- ~ “Lock’d in each_other’s arms! Yet fancy.not I bore my lot * Tame, like a lubber,—ng, . For feeing I was finely trick’d, Plump to the devil I fairly kick’d ) My Poll and. my partner Joe. ~The Circling Glafs. ; B* the gaily circling glafs We can fee how minutes pafs,-— By the hollow flafk we’re told How the waining night grows old. Soon, too foon, the bufy day Drives us from our fports away : What have we with day to do? Sons of care—’twas made for-you. | ‘Come then fill the cheerful glafs, Truth is only found in wine: Tales of love are all a farce, But true friendfhip is divine. -. Dibdin. Milton. But though -hetreatéd-her’ fo vilely, * Unjuft it is that you fhould fee. wo . fo- a a wits tuneful pipe and merry glee, VI Young Willy won my, heart, “A blither fwain you cou’d na fee, ° y All. .beauty without art. . Willy is rare, and Willy:is fair, - And Willy-is wond’rous bonny; 5 ~And Wally fays le’ll marry me- Page ee -.Gin e’er he’ll marry ony. _O came you by yon water-fide, Pull’d you the rofe or lily, Or came you by yon meadow green, ~ . Or faw you my {weet Willy. Willy is rare, and Willy is fair, Se Syne now the trees are in their bloom, | And flow’rs {pread o’er ilka. field, I'll meet my lad among the broom, © And lead him to.my fummer’s fhield. — ) Willy is rare, and Willy ts fair, Ec. The Cobler.of Caftlebury. : f hee in a village near Caftlebury, _A cobler. and:his wife did dwell, * And for a time no two-fo merry, : Their happinefs no tongue.can tell ; But to this couple, the neighbours tellus, _ Something did happen that caus’d much Rfife, For going to a neigh bring ale-houfe, . The man got drunk and beat. his wife. What did this wife, good creature do? ' Kept fnug, and found a method flily, a To wring his heart quite through and through ; -For Dick, the tapfter, and his mafter, By the report that ‘then was tife, "Were both in hopes by this difafter, To gain the cobler’s pretty wife. | While things went onto rack and ruin, And all their furniture was fold, She feem’d to approve’ what each was doing, And got from each a purfe of gold. ) So when the cobler’s cares were over, He {wore to lead an alter’d life, . ~ To mind his work, ne’er be a rover, nd love no other but his wife. Artful Chloe, .. ‘N.S once on Chite’s kneé;in chat, “/ The little playful Cupid fat 5 His arrows tipp’d with fmiles he found,’ | And fhot the random fhafts around... : Young’Strephon fmil’d the God to fee ; - 1 OS And cry’d; blind archer fhoot at me; _ RS ‘ en : Full oft the wanton, touch’d with pride, ee Took aim, but Strephon ftep’d afide. ‘Defigning Chloe cry’d, forbears And vow’d their conteft now unfair, Ad. Deh As Cupid’s blind, young fwain, faid fhe, = The daring fhepherd ftraight reply’d, A‘nd blindfold now the god defy’d; While Chloe level’d right his dart, And ftruck out-witted Strephon’s: heart. :Lotharia. © ; Na now you ftrive to charm me, . All ye fweets of blooming May; | Qa ‘How fhould empty funfhine warm me, While Lotharia keeps away ? FSi . Go, ye warbling birds, go, leave me; Shade, ye clou@® the fmiling fky , -Sweeter notés her voice can give me, : Softer funfhine fills her eye. . ’ ay | ne et SORT eat Oe Ce eT Ts ne Pas: ee : j “The Moment Aurora. ©THE moment Aurora peep’d into my room, ? I put on my clothes and I call’d to my groom; *.; And, my head heavy ftill, from the fumes of laf nist, 77 i . Took a bumper of brandy to fet all things right ; And now we're well'addled, fleet Dappleand Grey, ‘Who feem’d longing to hear the glad found—hark « away. f Hark away, ce. “Will Whiftle by this had uncoupl’d the hounds, - \ Whofe exftacy nothing could keep within bounds ; _ « ¥irft forward came Jowler, then Scentwell,. then *4° “Snare, ntask ’ ‘Three better ftaunch harriers ne’er flarted a hare, ‘Then Sweetlips, then Driver, then Staunch, aad then Tray, ; . All-ready to open at—hark, hark away. é Hark away, €c. _ > *T was now by the clock about five in the morn, _ And we all gallop’d‘off to the found of the horn ; _ Jack Gater, Bill dabler, and Dick‘at'the gun, - And by this time the merry Tom Fairplay made one * Who, while we were jogging ov blithfome and gay, ' Sung afong, and the chorus was—hark, hark away. a . Hark away, Se. 2 And now Jemmy Lurcher, had every bufh beat, » And no figns of madam, nor trace of her feet ; _. Nay, we juft had begun our fad fortunes to curfe, _~ When all of afudden out flarts'Mrs. Pufs; — ’ ? Men, horfes and dogs, all the glad-call whey, » And.echo was heard to cry—-hark, hark away. : Hagk away, Ca. 4 The chace was a fine one, fhe'took o’er'the plain, * © Which fhe doubled,and doubled, and doubled again; * Tillat at laft fhe.to cover return’d.out of breath, Where I'and*Wili Whiftle were in at the death 3, ~ Then in triumph for you I the hare did difplay, And cry’d to the horns, my boys-—hark, hark dway. Hark away, Ec. How bleft the Maid. — © TOW pbleft the maid whofe bofom mo No headitrong paffion knows, Her days in joy the paffes, ‘ Her nights in calm repofe ; “Where e’er her fancy leads her, | No pain, no fear invades her, _ But pleafure without meafure, From ev'ry, object flows. \ No pain, no fear; where e’er fhe goes, How bleft the maid whofe bofom ~ No headftrong-paffion knows, Her days-in joy fhe paffes, ___ Her night in-calm repole ; Where e’et het fancy leads, » No pains no fear invades, No fear invades, no:fear invades. t Bickerfaf. “Take: Ob !: take thofe Lips-away. “TINAKE, Oh! take thofe lips away, ‘That fo fweetly were forfworn ; 2 And thofe eyes, the break of day, Lights that do miflead the morn. Put my kiffes give again, * Seals of love, tho’ feal’d in vain. + Hide, Ob! hide thofe hills of fnow, Which thy frozen bofom bears ; ~» = On whofe tops tbe pinks that grow, Are like thofe that’ April‘wears. ~ - But from my tender bleeding heart, . Withdraw the arrow, eafe t art: _ 1 Offend nomore great angry Jove, But pity, fince you-cannot love! * Shakefpear . “THE CHARMS OF MELOBY. We a es = ~~ The Tobacco Box. : "TL i a THOMAS. _ ‘£ HO" the fate of battle on to-morrow wait, Let’s not lofe our prattle now my charming Kate, Till the hour of glory love fhould now take place, Nor.damp the joys before you with a future cafe. * KATE. ‘ Oh-my Thomas Rill be conftant, ftil be true, - Be but to your Kate, as Kate is ftill to you~ : Glory will attend you fill; will make us bleft, ‘With. my: firmeft love my, dear you’re:Atill poffef. THOMAS. ~ No new beauties tafted, I’m their arts above, ‘Three campaigns are wafted, but not fo my love, - Anxious ftill about thee, thou art all I prize, “Never Kate, without thee, will I bung thefe eyes. bay i Hea Ate * Conftant to my ThomasT will fill remain, - Nor think I will leave thy fide the whole campaign, » Bur T’l cherith thee and ftrive to make thee bold, _ ° «May’ft thou fhare the vi@V’ry, may’it thou fhare the’ gold. THOMAS. If by fome bold aétion I-the halbert bear, Think what fatistaQion when my tank you fhare, -Dreft like any lady fair frem top to toe, ‘Fine lac’d caps arid ruffles then wall be your due. KAT Es If a ferjeant’s lady I fhould chance to prove, ‘Linen fhall be ready always for my love; Never more will Kate the captain’s laundrefs be, ' I'm too pretty, Thomas love, for 4ll but thee. THOMAS. Here, Kate, take my *bacco box, a foldier’s all, If byFrenchmen’s blows yourTom isdoom’d to fall When my life is ended, thou may’ft boaft and prove, ‘Thoud’it my firft, my laft, my only pledge of love. KATE. Here take back thy ’bacco box, thou’rt all to me, Nor think but I will be near thee, Love! to fee, In the hour of danger let me always hare, Tl be kept no ftranger to my-foldier’s fare. THOMAS. © Check that rifing figh, Kate, ftop that falling tear, ' Come, my pretty comrade, entertain no fear ; «But may heav’n befriend us; hark! the drums com- » mand, I Now I willattend-you. “Love, I kifs your hand. “KATE. . “I can’t ftop thefe tears, though crying I difdain, But -muit own “tis trying hard the point to gain ;° ‘May good heav’ns defend thee, conqueft on thee wait, — : One kifs-more, and then I give thee up to fate. "Both repeat the laft Conquett on me wait, « verfe, onlyThomas fays } And yield myfelf to fata — “When Molly fmiles. We Molly fmiles beneath her cow, ee Ieel my heart I can’t tell how; When: Molly is on Sunday drett, On Sunday I can take no reft. What can'I do on working days ?~ “IT leave my work on her to gaze. '~Whatfhall I fay? At fermons I +Forget thetext, when Molly’s by. ‘Good mafter-curate, teach me how -To mind your preaching and my plough ; And if for this you raife a fpell, . A. good fat goofe-fhall thank you well, & ‘ William and Margaret. HEN all was wrapt in dark midnight, And all were faft afleep, In glided Margaret’s grimly ghoft, And ftood at William’s feet. ’ : Her face was like an April morn, Clad in a wintry cloud, t And clay-cold washer lily hand “| That held her fable fhroud. So thali the faireft face appear, When youth and years.are flown, Such is the robe that kingswnuft wear ‘When death has reft their crown. Her bloom was like the fpringing flow*r That fips the filver dew ; The rofe was budded in her cheek, - Juft opening to the view. But love had, like the canker worm, Confum’d her early: prime ; The rofe grew pale and left her cheek, , She died-before her time. & ‘Awake, the cried, thy true-love calls, Come from her midnight grave ; “Now let thy pity hear the maid Thy fove refufed to fave. -¢ This is the dumb and dreary hour When injured ghofts complain ; ‘And filent graves give up their dead ‘To haunt the faithlefs fwain « Bethink thee, William, of thy fais, ' ‘Thy pledge and broken oath ; And gite me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth. ‘* How could you fay my face was fair, And yet that face forfake ? “How could you win my virgin heart, ‘Yet leave that heart to break ? “ How could you promife love to me, é And not that promife keep? Lo ‘Why did you fwear mine eyes were bright, Yet leave thofe eyes to weep? «- How could you fay my lips were {weet, And made the fearlet pale? | -And why did I, young witlefs maid, Believe the flatt’ring tale? -* That face, alas! no-more is‘fair, Thofe lips.no longer red; . ‘Dark are mine-eyes now clofed in death, And. evry. charm is fled, -« The hungry worm my filter is, This winding fheet I wear, And cold and weary lafts our night *Till the next morn appear. - Butthark! the cock has warn’d me hence, ‘A long and laft adieu! eCome ‘fee, falfe man, how low the lies “Who died for love of you.” The birds fung out, the morning fmil’d And rais’d its glift’ring head; Pale William fhook in every limb, ‘And raving left his bed. He hied him to the fatal place Where Marg’ret’s* body lay, And ftretch’d*him on the green grafs turf That wrapp’d her breathlefs clay. - And thrice he call’d on Marg’ret’s name, And a wept full fore ; “Then laid his cheek ta the cold earth, 6, > And word f{pake never more - £ A eee ° 7. Ke “7. _ Matilda. NUTRAGEOUS did the loud wind blow. Acrofs the founding main} “The veffel toffing to and fro, —Cou’d fearce the ftorm fuftain. . Matilda to her fearful breaft ; Held clofe her infant dear ; His prefence all her fears encreas’d, And wak’d the tender tear. ~ Now nearer to the grateful fhore, The fhatter’d veffel drew: ‘ , ‘The daring-waves now ceafe to‘roar, Now fhout th’ exulting-crew. ‘Matilda with a mother’sjoy, ) Gave thanks to heaven’s pow’r: - | How fervent fhe embrac’d her boy! How bleft the faving. hour! ‘Oh much‘deceiv’d and haplefs fair! Tho’ ceas’d the waves to roar, ‘Thou from that-fatal-moment ne’er Did’ft tafte of pleafure more. ‘For ftepping forth from off the deck, To reach the welcome ground ; ‘The babe unclafping from her neck, Plung’d in the gulph profound. Amazement-chain’d ! her haggard eye Gave nota tear to'flow; - Her bofom heav’d no confcious figh ; ‘She ftood.a. feulptur’d woe. “To {natch the child frem ifftant death, Some b the threat’ning-main ; “And to recal his fleeting breath, sz Try’d ev’ry.art in vain. Eut when the corfe firft-met‘her view, Stretch’d on the pebbly ftrand :. Awak’ning from her-trance fhe flew, “And, pierc’d th’ oppofing band, “With treffes difcompos’d and rude, Fell proftrate on the ground ; ” To th’ infant’s lips her lips fhe glued, And forrow burft its bound. ‘Uprifing now with frantic air, To, the wide-cireling crowd, 8 ‘Who, pity ftruck, partook her care, She thus difcours’d aloud: Heard ye the‘helplefs infant weep ! “Saw ye the mother bold! . “ How as‘fhe flung him in the deep, * The billows o’er him roll’d. “ May beak’d remorfe her bofom tear, “ Defpair her mind up-plough! — * “Its angry arm let juftice rear, ** To dath her impious brow. 4 “ But foft, awhile—fee there he lies, “ Embalm’d in infant fleep : ‘ Why fall the dew-drops from your eyes, “ What caufe is here to weep?» “ Yes, yes! his little life is fled, ** His heavelefs breaft is cold ; * What tears will not thy mother fhed, “« When thy fad tale is told! '* Ah me! that cheek of livid hue, «“ Tf much I do not err! Thofe lips where late the rofes blew,. . “ All, all, my fon declare. ot . ° c ‘ . Strange horrors chill my ev’ry vein, « “ A voice confus’d and wild, i” 4 « Whifpers to this ae brain, ae 4 “ Matilda flew her Wild!” it, 4 4 She added not— but funk opprefs’d - ws “% . Death on her eye-lids flole : ; 4 j Whale trom'Her much afflided breaf : ; 4 She figh’d her troubled toul. fernin ghati. ’ ur ; tee = -* a ‘ - » ed so ae ee ¢ ’ cd g *A ‘ . Nag See a? id ‘ . Sar, ie a)”. Bes ° F MELODY; (SIREN MEDLEY _ The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englifh Language; eres forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Irith and Scotch Ballads, err eu &e.&e: ‘To which-will be added, a complete Index. | The Shout is-gone forth. HE fhout is gone forth, hark the deep finging hound, “See the fport- -loving: high-mettled’ fied fpurns the ground, ) View: him bend his proud neck as he hears Re loud ‘horn, _ And fnort the-fharp air of the froft Merce morn. In an infant all nature is rouz’d from her trance, _ Andthe¢hillsfeem to fly and the. trees feem to dance, ‘Thefe woodlands approach, and thofe forefts retire ; With frantic delight ev'ry bofom’s on fire. Ona brow the wrapt peafantcan trace the wild train, _ Pour down the flop’ d mountain and cover the plain; , Up the fleep, in.the fiream, or amidft the fear’d flocks, _ Who now-regards perils, or rivers, or - rocks? _ We plunge.in the lake, o’er the pr ecipice fly, _ With the game in full view and the pack in fullcry; What fportfman lacks courage, ee courler lacks '@ breath? ~*Or, who feels fatigue when we're in at the death ? _ Nor here ends the pleafure, nor here endsthe chafe, * Ev'ry double we note, ev'ry danger retrace, , “Recount in returning each peril we dar’d, A And} point to each {pot where the glory was fhar'd. We view the vaft fragment, the w hirlpool profound, _ And glow with remembrance of acts fo renown’d, PeThen to Bacchus and Venusour pr owels Ghee. And deck ev’ry. deed in the magic of verie. ’ 8 A Soldier’s Life: - opus this my lad’s a foldier’s life, He marches to the {prightly fife, And in each town to fome new wife Swears he’ll be ever true; He's here, he’s there, where is he not. ie _Variety’s his envy’d lot ; - * He eats, drinks, fleeps, and pays no fhot, And.follows the loud tattoo. . Call'd out to face his country’s foes, . -The tears of fond, domeftic woes He kiffes off, and boldly goes To.earn of fame his due. Be Alizion: liberty, and.laws, Both his are, and his country’s caufe, For thefe thro’ danger, without paufe, ss “He follows the loud tattoo: rhe And if at-laft'in honour’s wars, He earns his fhare of danger’s fcars,— Aull he feels bold, and tanks his ftars | iHe’s no worfe fate to rug, | At Chelfea, free from toil and a “He wields his erutch, points out ‘Nain, oc in fond fancy, once again : “Bollows the loud tattoo. Tally Ho. WY cose hounds and horn, each rofy morn, Let Bucks a hunting go; While all my fancy dwells with Nancy, And her fweet Tally. Ho; Were fhe my wife, how {weet the life, In ftation high or low ; *Midft wars alarms, her riwiic charms, — * So fweet her Tally Ho. . Each heath or warren, tho’ e’er fo barren, © With her ’ twould fruitful grow ; Make vi'lets fpring, all verdure bring, When the fingsTally Ho, How happy the Soldier. How happy’s the foldier who lives on his pay,: ~ And {pends halt-a-crown out of fix-pence a-day ; Yet feats neither jultices, warrants, nor bums, . But paysall his debts with the roll of his drum. With arow-de-daw, Fe. ‘He cares not a-:marvedy how the world goes, His king finds him quarters, and money and clothes ; He laughs at-all forrow whenever it comes, And rattles away with the roll of the drum, ne With a row-de- dow, Gc. The drum is his glory, his joy; and delight, It leads him to pleafure, as well as to fight ; No girl when fhe hears it, tho’ ever fo glum, But packs up her tatters and follows the drum. - With a row-de-dow, Se. O'Keeffe. . The Mind of a Woman. : ao mind of a woman ean never be known, ~ You never can guefs it aright : I'll tell you the reafon, fhe knows not her own, She changes fo often e’re night, *J would puzzie Apollo her whimfies to follow, His oracle would bea jeft ; She'll frown when fhe’s kind, She'll change with the wind ; And often. abufes the man that fhe choofes, And him fhe refutes likes beft To keep them in temper I'll tell you the way, Id have you give earto my plan; Be merry and cheerful, good- Moa d, and gay, And kits them as oft as you:can : For while you do. thete, the ladies you "ll pleafe, Their affections you're «certain to gain 5 ‘Then be of their mind, And quickly you'll find, Tis better thanwrangling, contending ,and jangling, ‘For they'll love you, and kifs you again, te - PUBLISHED at N* 10, BEDFORD- ROW, Dublin, eee x Where complete Sets, or + fing eleNumbers, anay be had. Bi : oy We'll make a paradife a’ Yarrow. BO ee AEA RSS Come, rouze Brother Saérfiien: Ge om, rouze brother {fport{men, the huntersall cry We’ve got a*ftrongfcenr, and a favoring fky. The horn’s fprizhily noves and the lark’s early fong, Will hide the dull fpertfmen for fleeping fo long. Bnght Phoebus has fhewn us the glimpfe of his face, Yeep "din at our w paw s, and cali’d to the chace; ~ He foon will be up; for. his dawn wears away, And makes the fields bluth with the beams of his ray Sweet Molly may teize you, perhaps, to lie down ; : And if you refute her, perhaps fhe may frown : But tell h er, that love muft.to hunting give place ; ‘ For as well as her charms, there are charms in the chace. Look yonder, look yonder, old Reynard I {py, At his brufh nimbly follow brifk Chanter and Fly ; - They feize on their prey, fee his eye-balls they roll; Ve’rein at the death——now let’s home to the Mapes There we’ll-fill up our glaffes, and toaft to’the king; . From a bumper frefh loyalty-ever will {pring ; - ’ To George, peace and glory may heaven difpenie, And fox-hunters flourifh a thoufand years hence. I figh for her all the Day long. VV Ate autumn weighs down the late year, And harveft is thick on the ground; ' 'The grapes in thick clufters appear, The village with plenty is crown’d. -I tell to the‘lone woods my. grief, ‘For Laura fo fair fled away; Nor,mufic can yield me relief, I figh for her all the long day. Trov’d e’er'the once happy plain, ‘Lhe woodlands and vales in defpair ; ‘The nightingale echo’d my ftrain, Gut Laura, alas! was not Powe g T turn’d from the dew-weeping grove, I faw her refplendent in charms: *T was fhe, or the goddefs of love ; ' ?Pwas Laura return’d to my arms! No longer my fair-one will ftray, Tho’ winter approaches I fee, I bafk on the bofom of May, *T will always be fummer with me. ae ee ee Mary Scott. HAY the love that meets return, | When in foft flames fouls equal burn; But words are wanting to difcover The torments of a hopelefs lover. Ye regifters of heav’n relate, If looking o’er the roils of fate Did ye there fee me mark’d to marrow, Mary Scott the flow’r of Yarrow? Ah, no! her form’s too heav nly fair— Her love the gods above muft fhare, While mortals with defpair implore her _And at a diftance due, adore her-— O, lovely maid! my doubts beguile, Return and blefs me with a {mile ; Alas! if not, you foon bebar a Sighing fwain-the banks of Yarrow. Be hufh, ye fears—I'll not defpair, My Mary’s tender as fhe’s fair; Then I’ll go tell her all my anguthh, She is too. ‘good to let me Janguifh. With fuccefs crown’d, I'll not envy The folks who dwell above the fky ; When Mary Scott’s become my marrow, Hilen Ramey. ' * 2% : a2 : at > eR ia Cia mB) eae! * The Maid that tends the coated - ? i be among yon cliffy rocks, Sweetly rings the rifing echo, “ To the maid that tends the goats. ' ima Lilting o’er her native notes. yom Hark, fhe fings, “ young Sandy’s kind, ** An’ he’s promis’d ay to lo’e me, ** Here’s a brotch I ne’er fhall tine, ~** Tull he’s fairly marri‘dto me; —. “ Drive away, ye droney time, “ An’ bring about our bridal day. “« Sandy herds a flock o” fheep, : « Af’ten does he blaw the whiftle, _ “Tn a firain fae faftly fweet, « Lam’mies lift’ning dare nae bleat ; “« He’s as fleet’s the mountain roe,* 4¢ Hardy as the Highland heather, e «« Wading thro’ the winter fhow, “ Keeping ay his Hock together : “ But a plaid, wi’ bare houghs, “« He’braves the bleakeft norlin blaft. “i « Brawly Ke can dance and. fing “ Canty glee, or Highland cronach ; ‘“ Nane can ever match his fling « Ata reel, or round a ring; “« Wightly can he wield a rung, “In a brawl he’s ay the bangfter, ‘* A’ his praife can ne’er be fung, * By the langeft winded fangfler “« Sangs that fings o’ Sandy, “ Come fhort, tho’ they were e’er fae lang: The alls oie I AM a jolly fifherman, ee I catch what I can get, Suill going on my better’s plan. All’s fifh that comes to net: Fifli, juft like men, I’ve often caught, Crabs, gudgeons,. poor Johan, codfifh, And many a time to market eet A dev’lith fight of odd fith. Thus all are fifhermen through life, . With weary pains and labour, This baits with goldythat witha wife, And all to catch*his neighbour : Then: praife the jolly fifherman, Who takes what he can get, Still going-on his better’s plan, All’s fith that comes to net. The pike, to catch the little fee Extends his greedy jaw, | . For all the world, as you and I, Have feen:your man of law: He who to lazinefs devotes © His time is fure. a numb fifh ; And members who give filent votes May fairly be called dumbfifh, Falfe friends to eels we may compare, ~ The roach refembles true ones; ; 4 “Like gold-fith we find old ones rare, Plenty as herrings new ones. \Lhen pra Be. “Like ‘fith then mortals are a trade, And trap’d, and fold, and bought, The old wife ‘and the tender maid, Are both with tickling caught ; ‘Indeed the fair are caught, “tis faid, If you but throw the line in, » ‘With maggots, flies, or fomething red, Or any thing that’s fhining : piling With fmall fith you mult lie rn wait ~ For thofe of condition, But ’tis alone aQ@plden bait ‘ys Can catch a learn’d phyfician. =< 4) 0 Then praife, &e. rie sy Re ee te Bie i 7 > 7 “The Hoanas are all out. HE hounds are all out,and the morning does peep, Why, how mow, you fluggardly for! _ How can you, how can you lie {noring afleep, o Mayne we e,all on horfeback are got, My brave boys? Se. r cannot get up, for my over- night’ scup g.° Fo terribly lies in-my head ; Bae. my wife cries, my eae do not rife, ‘But ee me longer in bed, 4 ‘4 ‘My dear’ ie Ee. Come, on eith your boots, and faddle your mare, Nor fine us with longer delay ; ‘, |The cry d ‘the hounds, and the fight of the hare, | Will chace all dull vapours away, ) my brave boys, 8c. f Baia! Al’ d rather be exeus . > ETU RNING from the fair one ev e, F “ Acrofs yon verdant plain, a “Young: Harry faid he’d fee me home ; a i A tight, « a comely fwain. He bege’d I would a fairing take, And wouldnot be refus’d; © ; Then afk'’d a kifs, 1 bluth’d and. cry ‘a, mer. I'd rather. be excus'd. " You’ re coy, faid he, my pretty maid, ‘ * T meanano harm i fwear; i Long time I have’in-fecret figh’d s For you, my charming fair: \ m E But if my tendernefs offend, a And.if my: love’s refus’d, ag ll leave youmwhat, alone? cry’d I, : i _ Id rather: be excus’d. He prefs’ d my hand, and op we walk’d, _. He warmly-urg’d his fuit ; - But fill to all he:faid I was ae _ Mok. obitinately mute; At lene. got home, he angry :cry’d, My fondnefs is abus’d; f Then die a maid—indeed, ‘fa a I'd rather be excus do Billy: O’Rourke. gow run after the buck and doe, Some a fox will fet galloping, Some will chafe a poor puffey fo, Chevy, their hortes fides walloping. | Gentlemen guzzle up claret wine, . Ale in my throat will run ripple down, i Be dics tea-talk like a parrot fine, ~ O! my goat’s milk is the tipple down, Step out beit leg and cry come body, | & When I look imart give me joy for it ; Genteels fhall find ea Ua fomebody, - Billy O’Rourke is the boy for it. ; “My goat is fond of ftepping high, ‘Dance he fhall at the Hay-market, a My kid fings fo top tipping, why, . Not ma, ma, as they lark it. ay | Ditches a goad nag brings us over, . Dogs thro’ all troubles will follow man ; If leng beards make a philofopher, Then is my goat a wife Solomon. . Step out beft leg, Se. ; Ruffles Shall over my knuckles dab, fs _ Blue filk waiftcoat I’ll drefs‘in too, Sullivan’s white powder’d wig I’ll nab, ' And take a compliment leffon too: “Step out beft leg, and cry come ody, _ When I look. foie. give m for it ; Genteels fhall find thaed ni fomebody, Billy O’Rourke is the boy for it. Ke a a out bef leg, See THE (CHARMS | OF F MELODY. - CaaS, os sae, Al UClU OS ee ee ee en Te i ee ; OR phy eee it, es The fegleaad't Tar, MN ‘SING the Britith feaman’s praife, A theme renown’d in ftary, Tt well deferves mote polith’ d lays; ' Oh! “tis your boaft and glory. When mad-brain’d wai {preads death anes By them you are protected ;, But when in peace the ‘nation’s found, Thefe bulwarks are neglected. Then, ‘O! protec the hardy tar, Be mindful of his merit ; And when again your plung’ din w ar, He'll thew his daring fpirit. When thickeft darknefs covers all, ‘Far on the tracklef§ ocean ; When lightnings dart, when thueaeas s roll, And all i is wild commotion : When o’er the bark the white- topp’d waves, With boiff’rous fw eep are rolling, Yet coolly ftill, the whole he braves, Untam’d ainiddt the howling. Then O! prote When Sel immers’d in fulph’ rous inal Gane - He feels a glow ing pleafure; He loads his gun, he cracks his joke, Elated beyond meafure. Though fore and aft the blood-ftain’d deck Should lifelefs trunks appear; Or fhould the veffel float a wreck, The failor knows no fear. Then, O! proted, Fe, When long becalin’d, on fouthern brine, . Where icorching Beaks affail him ; When all the canvafs hangs fupine, And food and water fail him; Then oft he dreams of Britain’ s fhore, __ Where plenty ftill is reigning ; : They call the watch, his rapture’s 6’er, He fighs, but {corns complaining. Then, O! proted, Sc. Or burning ¢ on that noxious coalt, Where death fo oft befriends him ; Or pinch’d by hoary Greenland’s froft; True courage ftill attends him : No clime can this eradicate, He glories in annoyance ; He fearlefs braves the ftorms of fate, And bids grim death defiance. ' Then, O! proted, Se. Why fhould the man who knows no feary In peace be then neglected ? Behold him move along the pier, » Pale, meagre, and dejected ! Behold him begging for employ ! Behold him difregarded ! : Then, view the anguifh in his eye, And fay, are tars rewarded ? Then,O! proted, tc Cs To them your, deareft rights you owe, In peace then would you ftarve them? What fay ye, Britain’s fons!—Oh! no, Protect them, and preferve them. Shield them from poverty and pain, eis policy to do it; Ar; when grim war fhalk come again, Oh, Britons, ye eiaemae it. Then, O! prored, Fe. The Charger. pile burns the charger, when he hears The trumpet’s martial found, Eager to fcour the field he rears, And {purns th’ indented ground; He fnuff’s the air, erects his flowing mane, He {cents the big: war, and fweeps alate the pet Impatient thus my ardent foul, Bounds forth on wings of aid, And fpurns the moments as they rcll ° With Tagging pace. behind. at vs The Maid of Aghavore. BY THE REV: MR. BALL. Wrth the laf unfucee/iful a@ion,.near Rathmizes, ‘pe vifned the hopes of Charles in Ireland. This event was Jhortly followed by the arrival of Cromwell, during whofe lieutenancy the tragical event, re- corded in the follawing ballad, is fig pofedeta have , happened. ON I was a lively lad, As the fpringing feafon glad: Kre beheld in its domain, Or fair Summer in her train, Or rich Autumn in his year.; Sing I could, as Mavis clear; Ere, alas, the. grief to tell! -Into chains of love I fel] ! But now filent'} muf be: Pity me, fwains, pity. me! Pity me, fince fhe’s no more, Beauteous maid of Aghavore ! “Then I knew not this world’s ftate, ie Nor regarded turns of fate, How rebellious Erin rofe, Treating ‘Albion’s fons as foes ; ‘Or how fons of Albion led -O’er the plains difmay and dread, _Allaround the Englith pale; fe s Bidding terror to prevail But now filent &c. Ere to power datk Cromwell grew, Only peaceful days I knew ; ; Then it was my conftant care: Ey’ry rural toil tothare ; & To the powi's that guard the-plough ‘Then alone Il paidmy vow; * ~ Love as then I had not, prov’d, «Ox the rapture to be lov’d; But now filent Be. ‘O what changes fhepherds feel ! IT was doom’d to carry fteel. * -O what troubles had I mitt, Among rebels, royalift, If I could my peace have priz’d, And, as others, temporiz’d ! But as yet no pains [ try’d, Yet I had not feen a bride ; Now all fi ent &e. To our valley foon there came, As it chanc’d, a beauteous dame, Looks fhe had, that far outvy’d All our fragrant valley’s pride : ‘Then, fo gentle was her foul, As if hearts. fhe ne’er had fiole ! Sprung-from a Cromwellian chief— But let Sorrow’s fong be brief ! Now all filent §&c. O how happy had I been, Had I fuch a bride ne’er feen! AdAl fo beauteous, as I ne’er Can find matter to compare! Curls the had, out-fhining jet! In her eyes the fun was fet ! For her fhape, it was a pine, ~ Wreath’d with fragrant eglantine ! But now fleat tfc. When I faw the fair, I burn’d, She my paffion foon return’d; But when he, her father proud, Heard her faith to aliens vow’d, Rifing in his anger fierce, Soon he did her bofom pierce With that rude unrighteous fword Wherewith loyal breafis he gor'd. Now all mournful, ec “ : ; { ee ae ' 4 see ~ . s Woods, that wave on mountain-tops, Fountains, weep it through the vales O’er whofe mofs the titmoufe hops, Tell my tale to ruftling gales! And, with her own forrow faint, ‘Let fad Eencanis my plaint ! © Since I’ve loft the brighteft fair E’er that breath’d our -valley’s air. = Now all mournful, %8 c, ~ The Fiéld of Battle. ‘BY MR. PENROSE. 4 INTLY bray’d the battle’s roar Diftant down the hollow wind ; Panting terror fled before, . Wounds anddeath were left behind. The War-fiend curs’d the funken Rag he ‘That chec’d his fierce purfuit too foon = While, fearcely lighting to the prey, - x Low hung, and lour’d the bloody moon. ; “ The field, fo late the hero’s pride, Was now with various carnage {pread ; And floated with a crimfon tide, ‘hat drench’d the dying and the dead. O’er the fad fcene of drearieft view, Abandon’d all to horrors wild, With frantic ftep Maria flew, Maria, Sorrow’s early child; By duty led, for every vein ; __ Was warm’d by Hymen’s pureft flame With Edgar o’er the wintry main She, lovely, faithful, wanderer, came. For well fhe thought, a friend fo dear In darkeft hours might joy impart; . « Her warrior, faint with toil, might chear, Or foothe her bleeding warrior’s {mart. Tho’ look’d for long---in chill sffright, (The torrent burfting from her eye). She heard the fignal for the fight--- While her foul trembled ina figh--- She heard, and clafp’d him to ‘her breaft, Yet fearce could urge th’ inglorious ftay 5 His manly heart the charm confeft--- Then broke the charm,---and rufh’d away, Too foon in few---but deadly words, , Some flying ftraggler breath’d to tell, That in the foremoit ftrife-of fwords The young, the gallant Edgar fell. She preft to ‘hear---fhe-caught the tale— At ev’ry found her blood congeal’d ;~— With terror bold—with terror pale, . She fprung to fearch the fatal field. “O’er the fad fcene in dire amaze She went---with courage not her own--- On many acorpfe fhe caft her gaze--- And turn’d her ear to many a groan. ‘Drear anguifh urged her to prefs Full many a hand, as wild fhe mourn’d ;—~ © Of comfort glad, the drear carefs ; The damp, chill, dying hand return’d. Her ghaftly hope was well nigh fledees - When late pale Edgax’s form fhe found, Half-bury'’d with the hoflile dead, _ And bor’d with many a grifly wound., She knew-~fhe cate the night-bird fcream’d, The moon withdrew her troubled light, And left the fair,—tho’ fall’n fhe feem’d— To worfe than death—and deepeft night. ‘ « , ‘ f 7 : - oy Claas. <4, a aie 4 r 3 . tietht 4 ~*~ CHA eee, ats VP - . ai. aed , TD . ‘ } ae | 4 ba if ‘ UU I i 1 @ ” . \ = One Penny. f {_- A a A iy A THE RMS OF MELODY, DREN eM BRD L Bove The Plan of the I can’t for I’m in hatte. Mek rs the fields the other morn, I tripp’d fo blithe and gay, The fquire himfelf, with dog and gun, _ Perchance came by that way » “ Whither fo faft, fweet maid!” he cry’d, And caught me round the waift ; a“ ‘Pray, ftop a while”’—*« dear fir, (taid 1.) “«T can’t, for I’m in hafte.” “ You muft not go as yet, (cry’d he ) “ For I have much to fay ; * Come, fit you down, and let us chat ** Upon this new mown hay; _ . Tye lov’d you long, and oft have with’d “ Thofe ruby lips to tafte ; “Tl! have a kifs !”’—* well then (faid I) “« Be quick, for I’m in hafte.” -Juft as I fpoke, I faw young Hodge Come thro’ a neighb’ring gate 3. He caught my hand, and cry’d * dear girl, - “ Tfear I’ve made you wait ; «« But here’s the ring, come, let’s to church, \ . * Phe joys of love to tafte.”’ J left the fquire, and laughing, cry’d, * You fee, fir, I’m in hafte.” ~ Corporal Caley. VV) HEN [I was at home, I was merry and frifky, My dad kept a pig, and my mother fold whitkey ; My uncle was rich, but would never be eaty, "Til I was enlifted by Corporal Cafev. © Och !—zub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Cafey, Rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Cafey, My dear little Sheelah I thought would run crazy, Oh ! when I trudg’d away with tough Corporal Ca- big elegy. I march’d from Kilkenny, and as 1 was thinking On Sheelah, my heart in my bofom was finking ;% But foon I was fore’d to look freth asa daify, For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Cafey. Kub.adub, &e. The Devil go with him, I ne’er could be eafy, He fiuck in my fxirts fo—Old Corporal Cafey. We.went into battle, it took the blows fairly That fell on my pate, but they bother’d me rarely, _ And who fhould the firft be that dropt, why an’t - pleafe you, It was my good friend—honeft Corporal Cafey, * : Rub a dub, &c. ‘ThinksI, you are quiet, and I thall be eafy, So eight yearsI fought without Corporal Cafey. a ie | | | | | | F the Pablither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern worth preferving—forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, Songs; as well as Old Englith, Irith, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, { { } $ j t ; j ! | j } { | 1 { i } ' } 1 i } a nn a aR oA in Sven ee Aa vr San - ert : a PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dubin, Where complete Sets, or fingle Numbers, can be had. ‘ ‘ Wy : 0 A 7 ve “4 wet. oS Si : yin the Enelith Language: War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political &c. &c.———-T'o which will be added, a complete Index, When Sleep has clos’d. WES Sleep has clos’d the Trav’ller’s eyes, By long fatigue opprefs’d, While flumb’ring foft, ferene he hes, And finks in downy reft ; By the glimpfes of the moon, 2 Springs the Arab.on his prey; * Or beneath the {corching noon, Bears the loaded wealth away. But tho’ in hours of fweet repofe His fpoils the rover feeks, Yet oft, concern for human woes Impearls his glowing cheeks: When the captive fair one pleads, Beauty, born to be ador’d, While refiftance round him bleeds, Beauty triumphs o’er his fword. Opera of Mahmoud. The Treffes of Morning. | oT HE treffes of morning fo fair, Poor fhepherds with rapture behold; But brighter the treffes we wear, That {parkle with diamonds and gold. Tears ftill are the gems of the morn, Which bloffoms unfolding difplay, But gold with more charms can adorn, And with fmiles ever graces the day. They fing of the bright beaming fun, Whole radiance gilds o’er the dawn ; His courfe with the evening is run, His {plendors in night are withdrawn : To one half of earth if he fhine, The other in darknefs is found, While fplendors, deriv’d from the mine, At once light the world all round. Fond Echo. OND Echo, forbear thy light ftrain, And heedtfully hear a loft maid ! ° _ Go tell the falfe ear of the {wain, How deeply his vows have betray’d : Go tell him what forrowsI bear ;. ‘See yet if his heart feel my woe ; *Tisnow he muft heal my defpair, Or death will make pity too flow. tA. abs “THE GHARMS Kate of Aberdeen. . THE filver moon’s enamour’d beam Steals foftly through the night, To wanton with the winding flream, And kifs refletted light ; To courts be gone, heart-foothing-fleep, . Where you've fo feldom been, While I May’s Wakeful vigil keep. - With Kate of Aberdeen. The nymphs and fwains expetant wait, In primrefe chaplets gay, Till morn.unbars her golden gate, And gives the promis’d May ; The nymphs and fwains fhall all declare The promis’d May, when feen, Not haiffo fragrant, half fo fair, As Kate of Aberdeen. I'll tuné my pipe to playful notes, And roufe yon nodding grove, Tilt new-wake’d birds diftend their throats, And hail the maid I love: At her approach the lark miftakes, - And quits the new drefs’d green + Fond bird, ’tis not the morning bréaks, Tis Kate of Abérdéen. Now blithfome o’er the dewy mead, Where elves difportive play, The feftal dance young fhepherds lead, Or fing their love-tun’d lay. Till May in morning-robe draws nigh, And claims a virgin queen 5) _ ‘The nymhs and fwains exulting cry, «© Here’s Kate of Aberdeen.” Cunninghatm- Sound Argument. Ww: bipeds made up of frail clay . “Alas! are the children of forrow, And though brifk and merry to day, We all may be wretchéd to morrow = For funfhine’s fucceeded by rain, Then fearful of life’sftormy weather, Left pleafure fhould only bring pain, * Let us all be unhappy together. CHORUS. Let us all -be unhappy together Let us all be unhappy together For funfhine’s fucceeded by rain, Then fearful of life’s ftormy weather, Left pleafure fhould only bring pain, Let us all be unhappy together I grant the beft bleffing we know Isa friend, for true friendfhip’s a treafure . And yet, left your friend prove 2 foe Oh tafte not the dangerous pleafure. ‘Thus friendfhip’s'a flimfy affair, Thus riches and Health are a bubble “Thus there’s nothing delightful but care, Nor any thing pleafing but trouble, . Nor any thing, Sc. If a mortal would point out that life That on earth could be neareft to heaven. Let him, thanking his ftars, chufe a wife To whom truth and honour are given. But honour and truth are fo rare, And horns, when they’re cutting, fo tingle That, with all my refpeét to the fair, I’d advife him to figh and live fingle. . Vd advifehin, fc. It appears from thefe premifes plain That wifdom is nothing but folly, That pleafure’s a term that means pain And that joy is your true melancholy : That all thofe who laugh ought to ery, That “tis fine frifk and fun to be grieving And that fince we mutt all of us die, ' We fhould taite no enjoyment while living. Dibdin We foould tape, Se. | | ie. - | ee oe ee ae rhs The Waggoner. A HEN I comes to town with a load of hay, - Mean and lowly tho’ I feem, ~ .*' °° -. I knows pretty well how they figures away, - ‘ While I whiftles and drives my team; Your natty fparks and flafhy dames, re ; How I do loveto queer, . I run®my tigs, ~ ty And patters and gigs, [near ; And plays a hundred comical games to all that Icomes ‘Then in a pet, : To hear them fret, A mobbing away they go: The fcoundrel deferves to be horfewhipt! _ Who me, ma’am ? Wo, Ball, wo ! So to mind them I ne’er feem, But whilftles and drives my team. Z So I feems thinking of nothing at all, And driving as faft as I can ; I pins a queer codger againft the wall, ’ Half a monkey and halfa man: | , The mob come round him to put up his blood While he’s trembling from top to toe; cot : My whip it goes fpank ; I tips Ball on the flank ; Ball plunges and paints him over with mud, Queers his flockimgs and fpoils the beau. Then thefweet pretty dear, Ah! could you but hear ; “ Odd curfe you, Pll make you know, you infernal villain !” ; Lord blefs your baby face, I-would not hurt fpindle flanks for all the world.” Wo, Ball, wo! ’ So to mind them I né’er feem, Bnt whiftlesand drives my team, And fo I gets the fineit fun ~ And frifk that ever you faw, Of all I meets I can queer ev’ry one, But your gemmen of the law , + Tho’ they can fearcely put me down! - Says I, to their courts when I’m led, Where their tails of a pig ‘They hide-with a wig ; How many waysin London town | : ‘They dreffesa calf’s head ? Then ev’ry dunce To hear open at once, ae Like mill-clacks their clappers go ; Pa Oh! that’sthe fellow I faw grinning thro’ the horfe collar in the country.” : “ T fancy you’re the fellow I faw grinning thro’ the pillory in London.” re Wo, Ballwo! ~ ; So to mind themI ne’er feem, § ~—.. « But whiftles and drives my team. © - your The Vifion of Sorrow. THOU, whofe form, amid the deepéft gloom, - That fhrouds the fearful folitude of night, Beams; in wan vilions, on my penfive fight, Awak’d, from the cold flumbers of the tomb, Fair fpirit, fay, if with their wonted pow’r, ° Thy pure affections glow beyond the grave, Dofithoua melancholy joy receive, When mem’ry gives to thee my lonely hour ? Doft thou look down, with pity, on thy love, My guardian ftill, as when my partner dear, Thy charming counfelsfooth’d my willing ear, And rais’d my foul, the bufy world above. - Ah !—no—faft buri’d in eternal fleep, : =i ‘so , The dead behold not when the living weep. ‘ : es ~ Lerawe d ¢ ~ ) Sire ADC ap ee uA ; é Willy was a wanton Wag. FGLY was-a wanton Wag, - The blytheft lad that ¢’erI faw, At bridals ftill he bore the brag, ‘nd carry’d aw the geer awa’, His doublet was of Zetland thag, And wow ! but Willy he was braw ; “And at his fhoulder hang a tag, ; That pleas’d the laffes bet of a’, He was a man without a clag, His heart was frank without a flaw ; And ay whatever Willy faid, ' It was ftill hadden as a law; _His boots they were:made of the jag, _ When he went to the weapon-fhaw, Upon the: green nane durft him brag, ‘The feind aane amang them a’. ‘And was not Willy well worth gowd? He wan the love of great and {ma’; For after he the bride had kifs’d, He kifs’d the laffes hale fale a’; Sae merrily round the ring they row’d, When by the hand he led them a’; a And fmack on fmack on them beftow’d, ‘By virtue of a ftanding law. And was na Willy a great lown, -. As fhyrea-lick as e’er was feen? When he danc’d with the laffes round, The bridegroom fpeer’d where he had been; Quoth Willy, I’ve been at the ring, With bobbing, faith my thanks are fair; Gae ca’ your bride and-maidens in, For Willy he now do nae mair. Then reft you Willy, I'll gae out, And for a wee fill up the ring ; But, fhame light on his fouple {nout, He wanted Willy’s wanton fling: Then ftraight he to the bride did fare, Says, weell’s me on your bonny face; With bobbing Willy’s thanks are fair, And J.am.come to fill his place. | Bridegroom, fhe fays, you'll fpoil the dance, __ And at the ring you'll ay be lag ; Unlefs like Willy ye advance, (O! Willy has a wanton leg) For we’t he learns us a’to fteer, _ And foremaft ay bears up the ring ; We will find nae fic dancing here, If we want Willy’s wanton fling. ee SN HE ART I beg’d to be lov’d, not ador’d. x HEN courted by Strephon, w hat pains then he took, c Each day on my charms to refine ; So much of an angel he faw in my look, That he fwore I] was fomething divine. “Like Venus in beauty, like. Juno in gait, Like Pallas moft wonderful wife ; And thus of three deities fairly in prate, He purloin’d, (to pleate me,) the fkics. But when I was marry’d, more trouble he found, To make me a woman again ; My notions celeftial fo much did abound, That a goddefs I fill would remain. But finding that his adoration would ceafe, My fentes at laft were reftor’d : From fublimity gently defcending to peace, I begg’d to be lov’d, not ador’d. Be cautious,’ ye youths, with the nymph that you | t prize... Nor too much her beauty commend : When once you haverais'd the fair-maid to thetkies, To the earth fhe’ll not eafy defcend. | ‘THE CHARMS Re MinonK gas The High Mettled Racer. KEE the courfe throng’d with gazers, ‘ are begun, The confufion but hear! T’ll bet you, fir-done- Ten thoufand ftrange murmurs refoundfarandnear, Lords, hawkers, and jockies, affail the tir’d ear, * While, with neck likea rain-bow, erecting his creft ; Pamper’d, prancing, and pleas’d, his head touching his breaft, oh Scarcely fnuffiing the air, he’s fo proud and elate, The high mettled racer firft tarts for the plate. the {ports Now BORG: turn’d out, and o’er hedge and ditch ruth, Hounds, horfes and huntfmen, all hard at his brufh; They run him at length, and they have him at bay, And by fcent and by view cheat a long tedious way : While, alike born for {ports of the fieldor thecourfe, Always fure to come through, a ftaunch and fleet horfe ; ‘When fairly run down, the fox yields up his breath, The high mettled racer is in at his death. Grown aged, ufd up, and turn’d out of the ftud, hae aS and wind-gall’d, but yet with fome 00G ; - While knowing poftillions his pedigree trace, Tell his dam won this fweepftake, his fire gain’d that race ; And what matches he won to the oftler count o’er As they loiter their time at fome hedge ale-houfe door, While the harnefs Sore galls, and the {pur his fides oad, g ‘The high mettled racer’s a hack on the road. Till at laft, havinglabour’d, drudg’d early and late, Bow’d down by degrees, he bends on to his fate 5 Blind, old, lean and feeble, he tugs round a mill, » Or draws fand, till the fand of his hour-glafs ftands full : And now cold and lifelefs expos’d to the view, in the very fame cart which he yefterday drew, While a pitying crowd his fad relicks furrounds, The high mettled raver is food for the hounds. Dibdine Love in low Life. Vie Jockey he courted {weet Moggy fo fair, The lafs fhe was lovely, the fwain debonair : They hugg’d, and they cuddl’d, and talk’d with their eyes, ws And look’d, as all lovers do, wonderful wife. A fortnight wasfpent, ere dear Moggy came too; (For maidens a decency keep when they woo) At length the confented, and made him a vow: — And Jockey he gave for her jointure his cow. They pannel’d their dobbins, and rode to the fair; Still kiffing and fondling until they came there, They call’d on the parfon, and by him were wed, : And Moggy fhe took her tear Jockey to bed. ‘They ftaid there a week, as the neighbours all fay And none were fo happy.and gamefome as they : . Then home they return’d, but return’d moft un- kind, , For Jockey rode on, and left Mogey behind. J Surpris’d at this treatment, fhe cry’d Gaffer Jock, Pray what is the reafon that Moggy you mock ? Quoth he, goofe, come on, why you now are my bride; ; find when volk are wed, they fet fooling afide. Te took home his Moggy, good condué to learn, Who bruth’dupthe houte, while he thatch’d theold_ barn ; eye They laid in a flock for the cares that enfue, And new live as man and wife ufually do- ion). - t61m | OLD BALLADS. X es noe 5 +9 dead * nl »*s . a A + u 7 “4 SS ot iat Jemmy Dawfon. | - And fever'd was that beauteous neck, es ahi : Round which het arms had fondly clos’d;__ oh ete BY WM. SHENSTONE, ESQ: a And mangled was that beauteous breaft, DFG nA Captain James Dawfin, the amiable and unfirtunate ‘ - see her es feo repos d; fuljede of thefe beautrful fanzas, wasone the meee was t 2 con = eat, ae eight officers, belonging to the Manchefter regiment of = © 7 lid to ore ab prefer ; % om * volunteers in the fervice of the Young -Chevalter, i] Fortho’ it comldits xing forget, _ i eo ws who were hanged, drawn, and quartired, om Ken- Twas true and loyal ftill to her. pa nington-Common in the year 1746. And this Batiad, Amid thofe unrelenting flames : written about the time,was founded on a remarkable _ She bore this confiant heart to fee ; circumpance which actually happened at his exe- But when ’twas moulder’d into duft, cution. Juflcbefore his death he wrote a ane “ Now, now” fhe cried, “1 follow thee,” his con misfortunes, which is fuppofed to be fill es~ cai ee tant, though the Publifher, after. much enguiry, ‘ ‘My death, my death alone can fhow . ee. never had the happinefs to meet with tt sand The pure and lafting love I bore : | th would think himfe'f much obliged by being furnifo> Accept, O heaven, of woes'like ours, oe ed with a copy of ite And let us, let us weep no more.” — = at The difmal fcene waso’er and paft, The lover’s mournful hearfe retir’d ; ~ The maid drew back her languidhead, - And fighing forth his name, expire. ¢’ ; NOME liften to my mournful tale, Ye tender hearts, and lovers dear, Nor will you feorn to heave a figh, Nor will you blufh to fhed a tear. Tho’ juftice ever muft prevail, The tear my Kitty fheds is due; * 2 i. For feldom fhall fhe hear a tale : So fad, fo tender, and fo true. ; i And thou, dear Kitty, peerlefs maid, Do thou a penfive ear incline ; - | For thou canft weep at every woe, And pity every plaint, but mine. | Young Dawfon was a gallant youth, | er PORT eee ney bee Sle A Baers never trod the plain ; | Damon and Sylvia. Noes » And well he low’d one charming maid, ° ~ ROM” foreburwe tehubeh: WBE Reine, ae * . And dearly was he lov'd again. , Theyoichtulalsot eae us Cne tender maid fhe lov’d him dear, Handing his bride in trim array, ra Of gentle blood the damfel came, A fair and wealthydame; - +t And faultlefs was her beauteots form, Whilft poor forfaken Sylvia ftood, Ang fpotlefs was her virgin fame. Her lily d cheek devoid of blood. « Oh, Damon, Damon, perjur’d youth, But for a moment flay, ; : Are all your vows and boafted truth — - $ Like gofmore blown away ¢ Give, give me back my heart again ;. You cannot—for “tis proke in.twaia.” But curfe on party’s hateful ilnfe, . ‘That led the favour'd youth aftray, The day the rebel.clans appear : © had he neverfeen that day ! Their colours and their fafh he wore, And in the fatal drefs was found ; And now he mutt that death endure, « Did not you fwear for me alone, Which gives the brave the keeneft wound, Each vow to heav’n did rife? Did you not {wear a monarch’s throne Without me, you'd defpife ? I, wirlefs, thought you true as dove, And by my own weigh’d Damon’s love.” How pale was then his true-love’s cheek, . When Jemmy’s fentence reach’d her ear ° For never yet did Alpine fnows So pale, nor yet fo chill appear. 5s sve . f 4 “HP 1 : : With fault’ring voice fhe weeping faid, Put wealth, that bane of conftancy, “ Qh Dawfon, monarch of my heart, Think not thy death fhall end our loves, For thou and:I will never part.” Lur’d Damon’s heart: away, + : On fwallow-wings falfe riches ly— mer oe True love can ne’er decay + Had 1 the world to give—you know, « Yet might {weet mercy finda place, That world on Damon I'd beftow.” © And bring relief to Jemmy’s woes, ; OGroxcr, without a prayer for thee My orifons fhould never clofe.”, « Was there a pain touch d Damon’s breaft, But Sylvia doubly knew? 9 Was there a joy to make me bleft, °° 5 * But took its rife from you?» 7 a " | « The gracious prince that gives him life | S : — ai Would crown a never-dying flame, | ee ee 4 te fe this figh ?) — And every.tender babe I bore . Yamon’s that L coud deny” » ~— Should learn to lifp the giver’s name.” | « Behold the face you once fo” prais’d, | | | , With grief how pale, how wan? SLB aw Thofe eyes, on which you oft have gaz’d, How dim, how woe-begone ! + Cou’d you my inmoft bofom bare, | - You'd Damon fee—and black defpairn’” © 4 « But hold—I came not to upbraid, = I hither came to die; : : - « Put though, dear youth, thou fhouldft be drage’d To yonder ignominious tree, “Thou fhalt not want a faithful friend To fhare thy bitter fate with thee.”, ¥ 7 ' - Oe. O then her mourning coach was call’d, The fledge mov’d flowly on before ; ‘Tho’ borne in a triumphal car, She had not lov'd her favourite more. DE ee etic. ee She followed him, prepar’d to view *Tis all I afk, ’tis ali Iwant, —, eae, eC ae behefts of law: Happy if this {mall boon you grant,’ nd the laft feene of Jemmy’s woes She laid + and-Araighi eda aiintéh teweud oie s 4 ; : gger aim’d, i With ein 3a ftedfaft eye fhe faw. It quaff’d her bofoms ae ; : ae , Diftorted was that blooming face, ; i : That bofom which, with love inflam’d, es ‘ | ~ Which fhe had fondly lev'd fo long: Defpair.hed piere’d before 5 cto “ And itifled’was that tuneful breath, (2 Tnconitant !}amon felt the blow, LAN ies Which inher praile had fweetly fung « sind all his furure days were woe. ye ates 4 . : ( J . : > a : _ z A: aS . oe Ce 4 > a i ~ * + 3 a7 *~ a . . oe & x 4 ; id . . = : ont - 5 . Me ‘ - nol - f 4 Se a me ere en ~. , ~~ « Sa |) a ee Bt ai re ony Ca * as): wr el “eee oe ee Bip as ile aa Ty eh ee ah ee ere apa, 2 SE SO ROME CSE neghe NO ATED ee : NU LP e. Be One Penny, ) ene | ed | ay, | THE as Cc HA RM 5 O F M KLO D Y, R STREN sMEDLBY. The Plan of the Publifher is to embody tn one Grand Folio Volume, all the‘Songe, ancient and modern. in the E % ‘worth preferving—forming an Univerial Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous a eee ? » And Politiea _ Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Trith, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c, 8&c. To which will be added, a complete Index, Patrick’s Day. | ~ Could you to Battle march away. E lads and ye Jaffes fo buxom and clever, Jo] ; _ Who come from Hibernia of famous renown, ee i“ Sieeerae ie wee march away, | Put on your beft bibs and be’ coming together, | I’m fure seid boca ar So neatly yourlelyes all adorning. When you were gon y heart to fay, The mufic thall be fweetly playing, Alinen ee = € cam palsning. Each fhall be dancing and fkipping around: Will oe th Eschtcke Madelon .- «Green ere fhall fhine, fir, ATS on Se pea Madelc To make usall fine, fir ; ; teenie ; aceon e Salt fifh and potatoes Would go with you all the world over. Shall {moak, my dear creatures, . And nothing be wanting that there can be found ; Full bumpers of whitkey, Will make us all frifky On Patrick’s day in the morning. Soldier. Cheer, cheer my love, you fhall not grieve A foldier true you'll find me ; I could not have the heart to leave - My little girl behind me. Ah ! non, non, non, Pauvre Madelon Shall never quit her rover ; Ah! non, non, non, Pauvre. Madelon “Shall go with me all the world over. ~ St. Patrick he was of vaft eftimation, And liv’d a great while, fir, before he was dead ; He frighted the bug-a-boos out of the nation, © — So none of your {neering and fcoffing ; For many things he did moft truly, All as clever as clever could be; ‘He banifh’d the bugs, fir, From blankets and rugs, fir, Ph! hub a boo, boo, fir, _ What more could’ he do, fir? Whatever he faid, fir, the blind could not fee: + With heart like fhillilah, fe Then let us be gaily *-On-Patrick’s day in the morning. There’s Phelim O’Fagan and ruddy-fac’d Paddy, . With many tall fellows to keep up the wake; Mifs Blarney will dance with her mammy and daddy And play till the evening’s returning : Madelon—And can you to the battle Z0, ‘To womens’ fears a ftranger ? No fears my breaft fhall ever know, ~ But when my love’s in danger. Ah! non, non, non, Pauvre Madelon » Will never quit her rover : Ah! non, non, non, Pauvre Madelon Will go with you all the world over. Duet. Then let the world jog as it will, Let hollow friends forfake us; « We both fhall be as happy ftill As love and war can make us. 4h! non, es APOE aR erase mere tans ceva masmeees tt I 4 ore Sa ENA ho FOR Ae et nt Ts as With mirth and mufic, dance and caper, ; . see: We flap the wet brogue to each frolickfome fhe, © Ton, ton founds the Horn. | While each pretty mifs, fir, © . HEN e eit sh ie We'll fmugele and kifs, fir, : WV bE a tone Cen oe : And pull ’em and haul a The pack the dew dafhing, ton, ton founds the horn. a And tenderly tmaul,’em, ‘ 5 The fox fcar’d from kennel where cunning he lay, Arrah, who in the world are fo merry as we! Brushes bff to thestally ho, we burft away, asm . All this to begin, fir, ‘2 We think it no fin, fir, * Up hill and ‘own valley-we rattle along, No dog is at fault, for the {cent it lies firong, No hedge or ditch fiop us, we circle the woods, O ae ee : High over the {winging bar, dafh thro’ the floods, On Patrick’s day in the morning. SN ge Stee In this Shady Bleft Retreat. The yiew hollow given the wild welkin tings, J es ar Pie ee oe eds Hark, hark they re-echo, ‘tis mufic for kings : i re we RGrERy Seek Men, horfes and hounds, in Joud harmony fhare; sel dealin wee see The chorus of nature can nature forbea r. . Tell the lovely charmer’s near. , Tis the fweet bewitching fwain, ‘Prue to love’s appointed hour; Joy and peace now fmiles again: Love! l.own thy mighty power ® ; oS - DIBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin; -ts, or ingle Numbers, may be had. * tie ih: _ Where complete Sets, | When down he went dodging a double he tries, O’er banks and hedge brufhing to cover he flies, What man can be tame or be tempted to itay, | Or think upon fafety, who hears hark away. i ad ¢ econ mension 0-2 SOAS CROIEEOORSIE DECODES BOE ES ee CEASED AAMT AS etcetera encontrar Little Ben. oF ‘ESPLENDENT gleam’d the amplé.moon, Reilected on the glitt’ ring Lee, ‘she bell prociaim ‘d night’s awful noon, @ And fearce a ripple thook the fea. *Midtt failors, lett to nature’s care, Of, education oft deny’d Yet fill with fente, a bounteous fhare, By obfervation well tupply ‘d, While they in bold, unftudy’d guife Unioos’d each honeft tongue, Drawing from w ifdom comftort’s drop, In truth and fair reflections wile, Right eheartully fung, Little Ben that | keeps his watch inthe main top. Why fhould the hardy tar complain ? ’Tis certain true he weathers more From danger on the roaring main, ‘Than tisy lubbers do afhore. Ne’er let the noble mind defpair,- Tho’ roaring feas run mountains high. All things are built with equal care, Firft-rate or wherry, man or ily, if there’s a pow’r that never errs, And certainly ’tis fo, For honeft hearts what comforts drop 5 AS well as kings and emperors, . Why not “take in tow Little Ben that keeps his watch in the main-top? What tho’ to diftant climes té roam,’ : Far from my darling Nancy’s charms, The fweeter is my welcome home, To blifsful moorings in her arms. Perhaps fhe on that fober moon - A lover’s obfervation takes, And longs that little Ben may foon Relieve that heart, which forely aches. Ne’er fear, that power that never errs, That guards ail things below, For honeft hearts what chgForts drop ; - As well as kings and emperors, Will furély take in tow Little Ben that keeps his watch in the main top. Let’s feek the Bower. ET’s feek the bower of Robinhood, This is his bridal day, And chearfully in blythe Sherwood Bridemaids and bridefmen play. Then follow, follow, me, my bonny bonny lads, And we'll the paftime fee ; For the minftrels fing, And the fweet bells ring, And they feaft right merrily, merrily ; And they feaft right merrily, merrily. The humming beer flows round in pails, With mead that’s {out and old, And am’rous virgins tell love- talen, To thaw the heart that’s cold. Then follow me, my bonny lads, And we'll the paftimes fee ; For the minftrels fing, And the fweet bells ring, And they fiaft, Be, There dancing fprighitly on the green, Each lightfoot lad and lafs ; Sly Stealing kiffes when iiiibers Andjingling g slafs with glats. hen follow me, my bonny lads, And we'll the paftimes fee ; For the*minitrels fing, And the {weet bells ring, « TT rofy aiegict god we'll cro Let thofe whofe labours ne’er fhall seatty a tay. shad _ My fhackles I plunge in the main, rane And they fraft; Be. is fparkiiny, cheerful, flow ye? glafs ° Each anxious thought of care fhall drown, .. No sapture can Bri furpafs. "Ul drive our Jorrow ar away, Since lzfe is we a iday. ~ No faétion fhall difiurb my peace, Nor Fortune, tho’ fhe imiles too Iai : te ar ; Ssull oe with the hand of fate. ; dn fpite f fate we ‘will be'gay, Since life is but a holiday. How well that fmile becomes thy face, {The fource from which thy mute doth fpring) Whilft friendfhip brightensev’ry grace “And makes my cheerful heart to fing. — . Let mirth and friend/pip nv er decay, Since life is but a holiday. Then let thy toaft my bumper crown, Or featiment my mufe infpire ; Tho’ fate and fortune {till may frown, ' Thy fmile fhall wake my flecping lyre. . No ranvour fall our minds ‘ipa, To-vex the me hcliday. ears ll oe eet reps et ne ee gy + ~ The African. BV eae the tremulous fea, — The moon fpread her mantle of }i cht, And the gale gentle dying away, we Breath’d foft on the bofom of night. = ° On the forecaftle Maratan ftood, And pour’d forth his forrowful tale; His tears fell unfeen in the flood, His-fighs pafs’d unheard on the gale. « Ah, wretch ! in wild anguifh,” he cry’d, “ From country and liberty torn ! Sms Ah, Maratan,would thou hadft died, F’er over the waves thou wert borne.” « Through the groves of Angola I ftray’d, Love and hope made my boiom their che ; There I talk’d with my favourite maid, Nor dreamt of the forrow to come.’ “ From the thicket the man-hunter {prung, + My cries echo’d loud through the air There was fury. and wrath on his tongue, He was deaf to the voice aes. «“ Accurs’d be the mercilefs band, That his love could from Maratan tear; And blafted this impotent hand, That was fever’d from all I held dear.” “ Flow ye teats—down my cheeks ever flow— _ Still let fleep from my eyelids depart, And ftill may the arrows of woe Drink deep of the ftream of my heart.” « But hark! 0’er the filence Wake. My Adila’s accentsI hear, *~ And mournful, beneath the wan Light, * : i. I fee her lov’d image appear.” # “ Slow o’er the fmooth ocean fhe glides, : As the mift that hangs light on the wave And fondly her lover fhe chides, Who lingers do long from his grave.” . « Oh, Maratan ! hafte thee, the cries, Here the reign of oppreffion is o’et : The tyrant is robb’d of his prize, And Adila forrows no more.” “ Now finking amidf the dim ray, Her form feems to fade on my view; O! ftay thee—my Adila, ftay !— She beckons, and I aft purfue.” “ ‘To-morrow the white man in vain, Shall proudly account me his flave ; - * ae ‘ . f 7 Py , a ee a a : » And ruth to the realms of the brave.” . Peete Wess 7 Taree. eee ay ey De POE 0 i Sn Se ia ae a yen hk ae ‘a Mis _ Tulloghgorum, ye ‘ , OME gie’sa fang, the lady cried, —- An’ lay your difputes a’ afide, What fignifies for folk t’ chide, ’ -For-what’s been done before them. ~ Se = 5 ‘ 3 ., Let whig an’ tory’a’ agree, es - . + That’s fond o’ Tulloghgorum. Each honeft hearted open friend, ‘Talloghgotum’s my delight, . - “Jn confcience I abhor him. For half a hundred {core 0’ them. Wr fear o’ want an’ double cefs, ‘W? keeping up decorum ; ae May dole an’ forrow be his chance, Blythe an’ merry we’s be a’ Blythd an’ merry, Be aac Blythe an’ merry, Blythe an’ merry we’s be a’ ‘To form a chearfu’ chorum} Blythe ‘an’ merry we’s be a’ _ As lang.as we hae breath to draw, - An’ dance till we be like to fa’, The reel of Fulloghgorum. | Tt gars us a’ In ane unite, * An’ ony fumph that keeps up fpite, Let whig and tory a’ agree, Whig an’ tory, “Whig an’ tory, Let whig an’ tory a’ agree, To quit their whipmagorum ; ‘Vo {pend this nightin mirth an’ glee, * An’ chearfu’ fing alang wi’ me, The reel o’ Tulloghgorum. * There need na be fae great a phrafe "Bout dringling dull Italian lays, I_ wad na gte our ain ftrath{peys ‘Lhey’re douff and doway at the beft, Douff an’ doway, Douff an’ doway, be They're douff an’ doway at the beft, Wy’ a’ their variorum ; They’re douff an’ doway at the beft, Their allegro’s an’ a’ the reft, They canna’ pleafeanHighland tafte, Compar’d wi’ Tulloghgorum. ‘Let wardly minds themfels diftrels, An’ filly fauls themfels opprefs Shall-we fae four an’ fulky ‘it, Sour an’ fulky, ve Sour an’ fulky, Shall we fae four an’ fulky fit, Like auld philofophorum ? Shall we fae four an’ fulky fit, Wi? neither fenfe, nor mirth,nor wit, An’ dare na rife t’ thake a fit, T’the reel o’ Tulloghgorum ? “May choicéft bleffings itill attend An’ calm an’ quiet be his end, Be a’ that’s good before him. é Y May peace an’ plenty be his lot, ie Peace an’ plenty, Peace an’ plenty, “May peace an’ plenty be his lot,~, An’ dainties a great flore o’ them, May peace an’ plenty be his lor, - . Unfiained by ony vicious plot, An’ may he never want a groat, But for the difcontented fool, ‘Chat fain wa'd be oppreffion’s tool, Way envy gnaw his.rotten foul, An’ blackeft fiends devour him; | ‘May dole-an’ forrow be his chance, Dole an ’forrow, Dole an’ forrow, eee ' Ant honeft faulsabhor him, \ May dole an’ forrow be his chance, An’ a’ the ills that come frae France, Whae’er he be, that winna dance The veel o’ Tulloghgorum. é tte ee fs i ys MELODY. a : When I wasa-Y ounker. | \ MV HEN I Was a younker, and liv’d with i The neighbours all thought mea {mart ac. ae _ My mammy fhe call’d me her white-headéd boy 5 - ray the girls I liked to toy. There was Cils, Prifs, Letty and Betty and D qT With Meg, Peg, Jenny and Winny ni Moll - : I flatter their chatter fo fprightly and gay, Trumple ’em, tumble ’em ;—that’s my way. ‘One finé frofty morning a-going to {chool, Young Moggy I met, and fhe call’d mea foo]. Her mouth was my primmer, a leffon I took. i {wore it was pretty, and kifs’d the book. But {chool, fool, primmer, and trimmer and birch ‘And boys for the girls I’ve left'in the lurch, “2 lL flatter €c. *Tis very well known I can dance a good jic : And at cudgel, from Robin IT won ec tat ae I wreftle a fall, and a bar I can fling, And, when o'er the flaggon, can fweetly fing. But pig, lig, wicket, and cricket, and ball, Pd give up to wreltle with Moggy of all. - L flatter, &e. ad - Cuckow, Cuckow. AEN dazies py’d, and vi'lets blue, And ladies fmocks ail filverwhite. And cuckow-buds of yellow hue, ~ : Do paint the meadows with delight ;_ The cuckow then, on every tree, Mocks married. men, for thus fings he— Cuckow, cuckow; O! word of fear, Unpleafing toa married ear. ‘When fhepherds pipe on oaten ftraws, - And merry larks are ploughmens’ clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks and daws, And maidens bleach their fummer {mocks ; The cuckow then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus fings he—_ Cuckow, cuckow, O! word of fear, Unpleafing to.a married ear. | Shak/peare. The Watery Grave. OULD you hear a fad ftory of woe, | ‘ That tears froma fione might provoke ; *Tis concerning a Tar you muit know, As honeft as e’er bifcuit broke ; His name was Ben Block, of allmen ~—— . The moft gentle, moft kind, the moft brave, But harfh-treated by fortune, for Ben, In his prime found a watery grave. His truth, no one ever knéw more, His heart was all kindnefs and love, Though on duty an eagle he’d foar, His nature had moft of the dove. He loved a fair maiden named: Kate. His father, to inter ft a flave, Sent him far from his love, where hard fate Plung’d him deep in a watery grave, A curfe on all flanderous tongues, A falfe friend his mild nature abufed, And {weet Kate of the vileft of wrongs, To poifon Ben’s pleafure accus d, That fhe never had truly been kind, That falfe were.the tokens fhe gave; That fhe {corned him and wifhed he might find In the Ocean, 2 watery grave. Too fure from this cankerous elf The venom accomplithed its end, Rat oe Ben, all truth and honor himfelf, Sufpected no fraud in his friend, Aloft, while fufpended in air, A loofe to his forrows he gave, 4 « Take thy with,” he eried, “ falfe, cruel fairs And pling’d in a watery grave. 6o OLY DALLA). The Wandering Prince of Troy. | ae Troy town, for ten years wars, Withhtood the Greeks in manful wife, Then did their fees encreafe fo fait, That to refift none could fuffice: Wafte lie thofe walls that were fo good, And corn now grows where ‘froy town ftood. f€neas, wandering prince of Troy, When he for oo long time had fought, At length, his navy, with great joy, To mighty Carthage walls was brought; Where Dido queen, with fumptuous feadt, Did entertain this wandering guctt.: And, as in hall at meat they fat, | The queen, defirous news to hear, ** Of thy unhappy ten years wars, Declare to me, thou ‘Trojan dear ; The heavy hap, and chance fo bad, Which thou, poor wand’ring prince, haft had.’ And then, anon, this comely knight, With words demure, as he could well, * Of his unhappy ten years wars So true a tale began to tell, With words fo fweet, and fighs fo deep, ‘That oft he made them all to weep. And then a thoufand fighs he fetch’d, And every figh brought tears amain; ‘That where he fate the place was wet, As he had feen thofe wars again ; So that the queen, with ruth therefore, Said, “‘ worthy prince, enough, no more.” The darkfome night apace grew on, And twinkling ftars in fkies were pa? And he his doleful tale had told, And every one was laid in bed ; Where they full fweetly took their refit, Save only Dido’s boiling breaft. This filly wontan never flept, But in her chamber, all alone, As one unhappy, always wept, And to the walls fhe made her moan ; That fhe fhould ftill defire in vain” The thing that fhe could not obtain. And thus in grief fhe {pent the night, _ . ‘Till twinkling ftars from"fky were fied, And Phoebus, with his glittering beams, Through mifty clouds appeared red; Then tidings came to her anon, That all the Trojan fhips were gone. » And then the queen, with bloody knife, Did arm. her heart as hard as ftone, Yet, fomewhat loath to lofe her life, In woeful wife fhe made her moan; And, rolling on her careful. bed, With fighs and fobs, thefe words fhe faid: “*O wretched Dido queen!” quoth the, I fee thy end approaching near ; For he is gone away from thee, Whom thou did’ft love, and held fo dear Ts he then gone, -and pafied by? O heart, prepare thyfelf to die.” Though reafon would thou fhould ft forbear, And flay thy hand from bloody ftroke ; Yet fancy fays thou fhould’ft not fear, ; Who fetter’d thee in Cupid’s yoke. : Come Death, quoth the, refolve my fimart :’’-- And, with theie words, fhe pierc’d her heart. D le oS oe elt» ‘ial About this woeful prince did dance: —* wae hid ps pier *d the tender heart, “ Of ‘Dido, Carthaginian queen ; : And bloody knife did end the fmart, of ; Which fhe fuftain’d in woeful teen: #Eneas being fhipp’d and gone, Whofe flattery caufed.all her moan; Her funeral moft coftly made, And all things furnith’d mournfully ; Her body fine in mold was laid, Where it confumed fpeedily : Her fifter’s tears her tomb beftrew’d; Her fubjects grief their kindnefs fhew’d. Then'was Aineas in an ile, In Grecia, where he liv’d long rode.” Whereas her fifter, in fhort while, Writ to him, to his vile difgrace ; In phrate of letters to her mind, She told him plain he was unkind. « Walfe-hearted wretch,” quoth fhe * thou are; And cruelly thou haft betray’d Unto thy lure a gentle heart, : Which inte cheefuchweleomeanade at ag & My fifter dear, and Carthage joy, W hofe folly wrought her dire annoy.” «< Yet, on her death-bed when fhe lay. She pray’d for thy, profperiry, Befeeching Heaven, that ev'ry day Might breed thy great felicity ; Thus, by thy means I loft a friend; | Heav’n fend thee fuch untimely end.” When he thefe lines, full fraught with gall, Perufed had, and weigh’d them right, His lofty courage then did fall ;— And ftraight appeared in bis fight Queen Dido’s ghoft, both’ grim and pale ; Which made this gallant foldier quail. «« Jineas,” quoth this grifly ghoft, “ My whole delight while I did live, Thee of all men I loved moft ; My fancy and my will did give : For entertainment I thee gave, Unthankfully | thou dig’ft my grave. “« Therefore prepare thy fleeting foul To-wander with me in the air ; Where deadly grief fhall make it howl, Becaufe of me thou took’ft no care : Delay no time, thy glafs is run, Thy day is pafs'd, thy death is come.” « O ftay, a while, thou lovely {prite ; : Be not fo hafty to convey My foul into eternal night, Where it fhall ne’er behold bright day. O do not frown,—thy angry look ae Already hath my reafon fhook.” « But, woe to me! it is in vain, And bootlels is my difmal cry ; Time will not be recali’d again, Nor thou relent before I die : O let me live, to make amends Unto fome - thy deareft friends.” « But, ieeine thou obdurate art, And wilt no pity to me fhow, Becaufe from thee I did depart, And left unpaid what I did owe, I muft content myfelf to take What lot thou wilt with me partake.” And like one being in a trance, A multitude of ugly fiends No help he had of any friends. | His body then they took away, And no man knew his dying day. Prices. [ THE : umb. 16! One Penny. CHARMS OF MELODY, STREN MEDLEY. The Plan of the Publither is to embody in oné Grand Folio Volume, worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, Songs; as well as Old Englith, Irifh, and Scotch Ballads, Thus, thus my Boys. ‘THUS, thus, my boys, our anchor’s weigh’d ; + See Briton’s glorious flag difplay’d! Unfurl the fwelling fail 4 Sound, found your fhells, ye Tritons found ! Let ev'ry heart with joy rebound ! » . We feud before the gale. See Neptune quits his wat’ry car, Depos’d by Jove’s decree, Who hails a free-born Britifh tar, The fov’reign of the fea. Now, now we leave the land behind, . Our loving wives, and fweethearts kind, Perhaps. to meet no more ! Great George commands; it muft be fo ; And glory calls; then let us go! Nor figh a wifh for fhore. Lor Neptune, ec. A fail a-head, our decks we clear ; Our canvas crowd ; the chace we're near 3 : In vain the Frenchman flies. A broadfide pour’d through clouds of fmoke, Our captain roars “ My hearts of oak, _ Now draw and board your prize |” For Neptune, ce. The feuppers run with Gallic gore ; The white flag ftruck ; Monfieur no more Difputes the Britifh fway. i A prize ! we tow her into port, And hark !-falutes from ev’ry fort ! -* Huzza! my fouls, huzza! For Neptune, tc. How oft, my Clara. HOY oft, my Clara, haft thou faid, &E (The fondnefs of thy heart to prove} That Damon was thy deareft friend, Nor wouldit thou feek another love. And by thofe lips that fweetly fvore, And by thofe eyes that fhine fo bright, I ne’er lov’d' woman fo befare, For Clara is my foul’s delight. _ Then let me prefs thofe ruby lips, And on that lovely breaft repofe’; Exhaling fragrance trom thy breath, Fragrance that far excels the rofe. _ Then iet us {pend the live-long day, ‘And thus the tedious ‘night beguile ; The cares of ftate I fhall not feel, , | So Clara fing, and Clara {mile. 2 fi on A EN A BE a Ai EAC AO Ht A et tips all the Songs, ancient and modern, in th Engli nice a e Englifh Lanen War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous,. Sea, and Political Legendaries, 8c. &¢——-To which will be added, a complete Index, The difconfolate Sailor. AV EN my money was gone which I gain’d in the wars, And the world ’gan to frown on my fate; What matter’d my zeal, or my time honour’d {ears When indifference ftood at each gate. ci ‘The face that would {mile when my purfe was well lin’d, Show’d a different afpe& tome; And when I could nought but ingratitude find I hi'd once again to the fea. © ; I thought it unwife to repine at my lof, Or to bear with cold looks on the fhore; So I pack’d up the trifling remnants I’d got, And a trifle, alas! was my ftore. A handkerchief held all the treafure I had, Which over my fhoulder F threw; Away then I trudg’d with a heart rather fad, To join with fome jolly fhip’s crew. ‘The fea was lefs troubled by far than my mind, For when the wide main I furvey’d, I could not help thinking the world was unkind, And Fortune a flippery jade, And I vow'd if but once I could take her in tow; I’d let the ungrateful ones fee, — That theturbulent winds and the billows could fhow More kindnefs than they did to me. *Then after thofe toils both of body and mind, I contriv’d a new plan for my life, T curs’d the blind goddefs, determin’d to find Some comfort and joy in a wife. - I married my Jane, with a heart full of love, I fhar’d with her all that I had; : I confide in that pow’r that commands from above, That the’ll ne’er fee me forry nor fad. Like the ivy fhe twines all around my fond heart, Like the oak I receive her embrace; And when it is order’d that we are to part, We will meet in a happier place ; And when we are gone and confign’d to the grave, May our children remember our love; May their fouls ali the tempefis of life nobly brave, And meet a reward from above. * The lait four Verfes are the Compofition of % Northern Clergyman | Permeemenrenien i - re eect A A I x . : ; ON a ees J PUBLISHED. at N°: 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, Bf : Where complete Sets, or fingle Numbers, may be had. 4 The Land of Pothtdes ©O# !' had I in the clear, But five hundred a year, * Lis myfelf wouldn’t fear, | Tho’ not added one farthing to’t; Faith, if fuch was my lot, Liztle Ireland’s the fpot, | Where I’d build a fnug cot, With a bit of a garden to’t; As for Italy’s dales, With its Alps and its vales, And the fine fqualling gales Of Signoras to treat us O; Id ne’erinto them come, Nor abroad ever roam, But enjoy my fweet home, Inthe Land of Potatoes O. Hofpitality, All reality, No formality There you ever fee; The free and eafy, "Would fo amaze ye, You'd think us all crazy, For dull we can never be. Vf my friend, honeft Jack, Would but take a {mall hack, So jult get on his back, And, joy, tide over full to us ; He throughout the whole year, Then -fhould have the beft cheer, For faith no one’s fo dear As our brother John Bull to us : And we'd teach ‘him, when there, Both to blunder and fwear, And our brogue with him thare, Which both genteel and neat is O ; And we'd make him fo iinet “By St. Patrick; I think, That he’d nace with to fhrink From the Land of Potatoes O. Hpitality, Ec. “Tho’ I frankly agree, ‘That I’d more happy be, If fome heav’nly fhe From old Ireland would favour me; Fox no fpot upon earth, Can more merit bring forth, If with beauty and worth You embellifh’d would have her be : -Geod breeding, good nature, You fee in each feature, That nought you’ve to teach her, So neat and compleat fhe’sO! Then if fate would but fend Unto me fuch a friend, What a life fhould I {pend In the Land of Potatoes O! Hofpitality, Ec. Coolun. H! the hours I have pafs’d in the arms of my dear, -Can never be thought of without a fad tear ; Oh ! forbear, oh! forbear then to mention her name It recalls to my mem’ry the caufe of my pain. How often to love me fhe fondly has fworn, And when pattes from me w ould ne’er ceafe to mourn ; All hardthips for me fhe would cheerfully bear, And at night on my bofom forget ailher care. To fome diftant climate together we'll roam, And forget all the hardthips we meet with at home, p ate now be propitious, and grant me thine aid. riveinz my Valtora and I’m more than repaid. Pu's * pmaees + re a ~—— 2s ee . i- > iu -> i ee 6a TBE cutants OF MBLODY. a ee The Lafs of Humber-Sidé. lonely cot, by Humber-fide, © I fit and mourm my hours away ; ‘For conftant Will was Peggy’s rites And now he fleeps-in Iceland bay. Still as the.fhips pafs to and"fro, » ¥ ¥ \ I fondly lift to yo, ya, yo,, © " Still as the fhips pafs to and fros - I fondly lift to yo, ya, yo. Yo, ya, yo, Yo, ya, yo, Yo, ya, yo. , Six months.on Greegland’s icy coaft, Where half the year is dreary night, He toil’d for me, and oft would boaft That PeEsy was his fole delight. . Sill as the foips, Be. Ah ! woe is me! I often cry, — As thro’ the broken panes I peep ; And as the diftant faiisI fpy, . I think-of deareft ‘Will and weep,” Still as the fips. ep. H loud and felling ferns I heard, As on my lonefome bed I lay, . All night alone for Will I fear’d 7 All ee eer Will was wont to pray, « St2ll as the foips, Ec The bride-knot which. my love did wear, Loofe hung a pendant o’er my door, And when it told the wind was air, I fancy’ d foon he’d be on fhore. Still as the foips, &e. At length aa very fhip I fpy’d baie re In which my. conflant Willhad fail’d, ee I wrung.my hands and deeply figh’d, Nor ever once the Sailors hail’d ; The deck they travers’d to-and Fig Thear’d not William’ s 5 1% ya, yo. Lhe deck ae Ee. : How bright are the Joys of the Table. Ho” bright are the joys of the table, T mean when the cloth-is remoy d ! ae Our hearts are held faft by a cable, ‘While round the decanter is {hov “EL The ladies all rife to retire, . We ftand up and look very grave ; ; A bumper, then draw reund the fire ; Determin’ d like fouls to behave. . My dervant, he knows I’ma toper, Clean gla 'ffes of wine a recrult 5 3 A He brings i in a fix bottle cooper, ~~ And places j it clofe at my foot >. I gingerly take up the bottle, ‘The faw-duft I puff from ‘his coat; "The cork out, he fings in the: throttle, " but fweeter than Marathisnote. , _ What gentleman coffe now chofes?. . The compliment comes from the fair; No gentleman caffee refufes, But nota man ftirs from his chair: Tho’ Frenchmen may do fo, I bar it, *Tis brutith politenefs, I think ; ’ While Monfieur we pay for his claret, ei He never fhall teach us to drink. ys ‘ fr 4 ‘Gay Hebe now fhows in Apolle, A ftruggle ’twixt‘Claret and Wit; i.-3 For Bacchus infifts he fhallfwallow. . _ Six bumpers before he may fit : Ye fair, why fo ill-fhould we treat you? 2 Ee pe oe ‘Lo part ere the bottle is won; _ sats At fupper Apollo fhall meet you, ° ae And fhew you what Pacchus has done. - al aN ates ’4 seee tar 2 eS : : Sri oo ’ y ue cise : a 7 te The. general Toaft. Ys ERE’s to the maiden of bafhful fifteen, £4 Likewife to the widow ot fifty ; Here’s to the flaunting extravagant quean, And here’s to the houfewife that’s thrifty. Let the toaft pafs, Drink to the lafs, Pll warrant fhe’ll prove an excufe for the glafs, _ Here’s to the maiden whofe dimples we prize, | And likewife to her that has none, Sir, Here’s to the maid with a pair of blue eyes, __ And here’sto her that has but one, Sir. Let the toaft pafs, Ft. Here’s to the maid with a bofom of fnow, _ And to her that’s as brown as a berry; And here’s to the wife with a face full of woe, And here’s to the girl that is merry. Let the toa pafs, © c. - Let her be clumfy, or let her be flim, © Young or ancient I care not a feather, So fill the pint bumper quite up to the brim, And e’en let us toaft them together. : Let the the toaft pafs, °c. School for Scandal. | Social Powers. CER now, all ye focial powers, Shed your influence o’er us ; Crown with joy the prefent hours, Enliven thofe before us : Bring the flafk, the mufic bring, Joy fall quickly find us; Sport, and dance, and laugh and fing And caft dull care behind us. - Love, thy godhead I adore, Source of gen’rous paffion : Nor will we ever bow before * 4 j ‘Thole idols, Wealth or Fafhion. | ee Bring the flafk, ec. _ Why the plague fhould we be fad, ~ , Whilft on earth we moulder ; Rich, or poor, or grave, or mad, Weev ry day grow older. » Bring the flafk, © ce Friendfhip ! O thy fmiles ‘divine, Brighten ev’ry feature ; What but friendfhip, love, and wine, Can make a happy creature. Bring the flafk, See Since the time will fteal away, _ Spite of all our forrow, ‘ Let's be blithe and gay to-day, And never mind to-morrow: Bring the flafh, tic. Se . * & ; -— , om « And art thou mine,” the bridegroom cry’d, "« With all thy wond’rous truth and charms Pes She f{mil’d—fthe would have fpoke —fhe figh’¢— And ftraight expir’d within hisarms— = Too weak to bear joy’s rufhing flow, Her tender frame refigns her breath ; ‘This moment in love’s arms—and now - Enfolded in the arms of death. *° ~ Wey In vain, in vain you fly for aid, yt Life fhall no more that form relume ; The marriage-bed, ill-fated maid, For thee ordain’d, is a cold tomb. While floods of tears, and piteous moan, A genuine forrow teftify, Silent, poor Henry’s feen alone, _ -No tear bedews poor Henry’s eye. Homeward his Sophy’s corpfe he tends, K rantic his: Sophy he enfolds : mai That friendly night his forrow ends, One grave the new-wed lovers holds.— We grafp at joys within our reach ; We grafp, and catch a wat’ry bow ; Leffons like thefe fhould mankind teach, True joy exifts not here below. - The Lover’s Jamentable Tragedy. "TENDER hearts of Dublin city, 1 Since by love I am undone ; Now I languifh in my anguifh, Too,,too foon my heart was won. Now be mov’d with grief and, pity, By him I aim ftrangly flighted, In whom I fo long delighted, He unkindly fhews difdain ; Z - And my grief is paft relief : Alas! my heart will break with pain. Damon, you my pafiion knew well, How then could you be fo cruel, Firft my heart to fet on fire, Then to leave me, and deceive me, When I’ve granted your defire. Come and fee me as I’m lying, Bleeding for*your fake and dying; Yet my ghoft fhall trouble you; When I depart with broken heart, Then all your comfort bid adieu. “ogee Thou fhall never be contented, But by night and day tormented, Since thou wert fo falfe to me : Celia, dying, thus lay crying, ’ I will be a plague to thee. Down her cheeks the tears did trickle, Blaming Damon, too, too fickle, Till her tender heart was broke; Difcontented, thus fhe fainted, Yielding to death’s fatal ftroke.. When this news was to him carried, he oS All his joys were fpoil’d and marred, And his heart was fill’d with pain; - Still expreffing, what a bleffing He had loft by his difdain. > eet ; “9 / One Peniny. Ged CHARMS OF MELODY, SIREN MEDLEY. _ The Plan of the Publiher is to embody in’one Grand Folio Volum all th i | ca, ea the hab a : : : 1 Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language: forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental.War. H ti % iakine ; ti 3 rool ve OBUagS, eoieesh EMld Tecata Gee eae un IDB» Seek oe ie Political Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Irith . Good Morrow to your Night Cap, pyk Kathleen you, no doubt, Find fleep how very {weet ’tis, Dogs bark and cocks have crow’d out, You never dream how late ’tis. This morning gay, I poft away, To have with you a bit of play, On two legs rid, along to bid— Good morrow 'to your night cap. _ Laft night a little bowfy With whifkey, ale, and cider, I afk’d young Betty Bloufy, To let me fit befide her. Her anger rofe, and four as floes, The little gipfy cock’d her nofe ; e Yet here I’ve rid, along to bid— ' Good morrow to your night cap. Jack Ratlin. ACK Ratlin was the ableft feaman, None like him could hand, reef, or fteer ; No dang’rous toil, but he’d encounter With fill, and in_contempt of fear. In fight a lion—the battle ended, Meek as the bleating lamb he'd prove; ‘Thus Jack had manners, courage, merit, Yet did he figh—-and all for love. The fong, the jeft, the flowing liquor, Not none of thefe had Jaek’s regard ; He, while his meffmates were carouling, High fitting on the pending yard, Would think upon his fair one’s beauties, Swear never from fuch charmis to rove : That truly he’d adore them living, O'Reeffe. And, dying, figh—to end his love. The Waxen Doll. t HEN firft I flip’d my leading-ftrings, ‘To pleafe her little Poll, My mother bought me at the fair A pretty waxen doll ; aay _ Such floe-black eyes and cherry cheeks The f{miling, dear poffeis’d, How could £ kifs it oft enough, Or hug it to my breaft? The fame exprefs the crew commanded Once more to view their native land, Amongit the reft brought Jack fome tidings . ~ Would it had been his love’s fair hand! ‘Oh! Fate! her death defac’d the letter— Inftant his pulfe forgot to move! With quiv’ring lips, and eyes uplifted, He heav'd a figh !—-and dy’d for love. No fooner I could prattle it, As forward miffes do, Then how I long’d and figh’d to hear My Dolly prattle do, I curl’d her hair in ringlets neat, And drefs’d her very gay, . And yet the fulky huffy not A fyllable would fay. Provok’d that to my queftions kind I could no anfwer get, , I fhook the little huffy well, And whip’d her in.a pet ; My mother cry’d, “Oh! fie upon’t, « Pray let your doll alone, * Tf e’er you with to have a pretty « Baby of your own.” _ My head on this I bridied up, And threw the play-thing by, Altho’ my fifter {nub’d me for’t, I knew the reafon why: ~ I fancy fhe would with to keep The fweet-hearts all her own, Bur that the fhan’t, depend upon’t, When I’m a woman grown. When the Rofe is in Bud. \ HEN the rofe is in bud, and blue violets blow, And the birds fing us love fongs from every bough; » When cowdlips and daifies, and daffodils {pread, Adorning, perfuming, the flowery mead ; Our cleanly milk-pail _ Js fill’d with brown ale’; Our table, our table’s the grafs; There we fit and we fing, And we dance in a ring, And every lad has his lafs. - When without the plough the fat oxen do low, The lads and the laffes a fheep-fhecring go; Our fhepherd fhears his jolly, jolly fleece, . How much richer than that which. they fay was in Greece! , . *Tis our cloth, and our food, And our politic blood ; *Tis the feat which our nobles all fit on ; *Tis a mine above ground, Where our treafure’s all found; *Tis the gold andthe filver of Britain, . PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublia, ; Where complete Sets, or fingle Numbers, can be had. 2 te ‘stare & 66 aad | cre teas A Country to Marry iD.) ee H ! what a country for people to marry in, Love and its comforts they never nifeatry in, Miuls weantsa meg and matter a wife, Parents confent, and they're happy for life; If one bed won’t do, they put up with two, The good wife \gveh to roam, the good man flays at homey At night they. retire ga their merry-go- wens, He’s got a few bottles, the’s loft a few pounds. If Hymen’s fond bands fuch foft raptures befpeak, Say who would live fingle a week t Happy pair! Say who, Se. Fortune perhaps the dear couple may {niile upon, Pield for the fair, to thew off their grandilile upon, A coach and fix horfes, a fervice of plate, A beau for foft fervice,.a dozen for ftate, Should pocket be low, to traftic they go, A great fout.is declar’d, a rich Pharo prepar’d, The-gueiis return lighter perhaps than they went, The fupper’s difcharg’ d, and the-hoft is content. If wedlock fuch permanent joys can difplay, — Pray,who would live fingle a day ? Charming feene! Pray who; tS. Lucky in thefe, they have other refources too, Sweet fepdrations, and tender divorcés too, * Tf your wife ina friend too much confidence puts, We thruft a ftiletto firaight into-his guts 3 They only look*big, by a counfellor’s wig And the weapons they draw, to a limb of the law, Both parties for damage good natur’dly fue, And their wrongs ate fet right, by a nabob or jew, Af hufbands fuch recompence have in their pow’r, - ‘Then who would live fingle anhour? _, Pleafant rogues: Then who, ¢. The Union a pos and Venus. ’M a vot’ry. of Bacchus, his godfhip adore, And love at his fhrine gay libations to pour, And Venus, bleft Venus, my bofom in{pires ; Fer fhe lights in our fouls the moft facred of fires:: Yet to neither, I fwearfole allegiance to hold, My bottle and lafs, I by turns muft enfold; ‘For the fweeteft of unions that mortals can prove, ‘Ts of Bacchus, gay God,,and the Goddels of love : When fill’d to the fair, the brifk bumper I hold, Can the mifer furvey with fuch pleafure his‘gold? The ambrofia of gods no fuch relifh can boaft, If good port, fill your glais, and fair Kitty’ sthe toaft, And the charms of your girl more angelic will be, Af her dopha’s encircled with wreaths from his tree, Lor the fweeteft of unions, Sc, All partial diftinctions I hate from my foul, oO give me my fair one, and give me my bowl; Blifs, reflected from either, will fend to my heart ; Ten thoufand fw eet joys which they can’t have apart; ‘Go try it, ye fmiling and gay looking throng, And your heart fhall in unifon beat to my fong, f That aE of unions, Se. My true faves 43 gone ‘to Sea. Mi* former time, ate brifk and gay, So-blithe was I, as blithe could be : But now I’m fad, ah! well-a-day, For my true love is gone to’ fea. The lads purfue—I ftrive to -fhun, Their wheedling arts areloft on me; For I to death’ fhall love but one, And he, alas! is gone to fea. ‘As droop the-flow’ss till light return, ‘As mourns the dove iis abfent fhe; So will Idroop, fo will I mourn,, * WOill my trus love returns from fea. ' Which fteers my heart from ay to 0 pole. sdem FR6 in Palhle.! ste _opras: in shat feafon of the year, a ‘ When all t things gay gadte weet appear, ” That Colin, with the morning ray, -Arofe and fung his rural lay. ; Of Nanny’s charms the Nee fang, : The hills and dales with Na eC While Roflin.Caftle heard th ‘And echo’d' back the cheerful inde » Awake, fweet mufe, the breathing {pring “With rapture warms, awake and fing; Awake, and join the vocal throng, And heil the-morning witha fong 5 5 “To Nanny raife the cheerful lay, O bid her hafte and come away; __ ae - In fweeteft {Miles herfelf adorn, Tats Andy ‘And add new graces te the morn. 0 sete *O hark, my love, on every {pray Each feather’d warbler tunes his. lave | ee ’Tis beauty fires the ravifh’d throng, And love infpires the melting fong; — Then let my ravith’d notes arife, ‘For beauty darts from Nanny’s eyes, And love my rifing bofom warms, And fills my foul with fweet. inher. ‘O come, my love, thy Colin’s lay. With rapture calls, . O come away3.< hivags Come, while the mufe this wreath fhall twine ‘Acoant that modeft brow of thine: | ‘O hither hafte, and with thee bring ~ That beauty, blooming'like the {pring, Thofe graces that divinely fhine, grt charm this ravifh’d heart of mine. The Tophaile thiver j in ‘the WwW ha: pe top-fails thiver in the wind, , The thip the cafts to ‘tea, But yet my foul, my heart, my find: : Uietry Are, Mary, moor’d with thee; - .—~ Gy For tho’ thy failor’s bound afar, .*)- 36 . 3 Still love fhall be his. leading fiancee vies Should landmen flatter when swe’ re sid,” O doubt their artful talesse oy eats x) No gallant failor ever‘faild, |. If love breath’d conftant gales; oe Thou art the compals of my foul, eo Sirens in every port'we méetj © § ie More fell than rocks and waves; §. / °° But fuch as grace the Britifh fleet, Are lovers and not flaves;,. =, )~ © No foes our courage fhall fubdue, — Altho’ we’ve left our hearts with you. | tog Thefe are our cares—but if j you’ re Ain, ': We'll feorn the dafhing main, — The rocks, the billows, and the wind, . The power of France and Spain: Now England’s glory refts with you, Our fails are full—iweet girls, adieu! “The aie O flower that blows is like this rofe, Or featters fuch perfume ; ; Upon my breait, ah! gently tet And ever,ever-bloom ! >> ’ a) + : vt + Dear pledge to prove a parent's Awe: A pleafing gift thou art; Come, {weetett flower, and from this hour Live janes in my heart: fies \ - But now no more [touch the lyre, 4 Dystae girl who fain’ wouldichufe a mate, _ “May thank her lucky -ftars, if Fate - Diamonds, if diamonds fhe could eat, - If the be true, fure of his heart, - ‘For tho’ a thoufand leagues apart, _What’s that to bifcuit and to grog, Without love's fmiling blifs. - Then to the kirk I'll hafte, - And wed the conftant youth. PORE bright Faknrcin éi my eyes, He braves the florm, the battle’s ‘heat, THE CHARMS OF MELOby. dgaod ” (DheoFartén: Plaid. : B* moonlight on the green, he Gcratasnbe “Where lads and laffes ftray, How {weet the bloffom’d bean, ‘How fweet the new-made hay ? But not to me fae {weet ‘The bloffom of the thorn, As when my lad I meet, , } _ > More frefh than May-day morn. Give me the lad fo blithe and gay,, Give me'the tartan plaiddie ; For fpite.of all the world can fay, | _ Vl wed my Highland laddie. His fkin is white as 'fnow, ° . ‘ His een are ‘bonny blue ; Like rofe-bud {weet his mow? » When wet ‘with morning dew, Young Willisrich and great, — nd fain wou’d ca’ me his ; But what is pride-or ftate _ wees, Give me thetlad, 8c. ‘When firft he talk’d of love, , - cee Fe look’d fo blithe and gay, ny His lame I did approve, And could nae jay him nay. There prove my love and truth; Reward a love fo chatfte, _ Giveme the lad, &c. ~ Rofina. 4 How peaceful paft the joyous day’! In rural fports I gain’d the prize, Hach virgin litten’d to, my Jay. No more the raftic {ports can-pleafe ; I live the flave of fond defire, - Loft to myfelf,:to'mirth, and-eafe. The tree that, in a happier hour, | Its boughs extended o’er the plain, When blafted by the lighting’s pow’r, Nor charms the eye, nor thades the fwain. The honeit Sailor. In fondnefs ne’er to fail her; Should {plice her.to a:{ailor. The yellow boys to nail her; W ould feeksher- heneft‘failor. She never need‘bewail her ; Still conftant is her failor. Tho’ the be falfe, ftill he is kind, ‘And comes with {miles to hail her; He trufting, as he trufts the wind, _ Still faithlefs to her failor. A buicher can procure’her prog; « Three threads to drink, a tailor: Procur’d her by her failor? She who would fuch a mate refufe, Vhe devil fure muft ail her: Search round, and if you’re wile, you'll .chufe ‘Jo wed an honeft failer. 3 ‘ r « ree ‘. . > 5 2. Mi i } 4 s on, ’ 2s e Pe) & Be * - , To give repentance to her lover, 67 » Molly Aftore. | SL ABY BHE RY. HON, GEORGE OGLE. Xe down on Banna’s banks I ftray’d | One ev’ning in May,. The little birds with blitheft notes Made vocal ev’ry fpray; They fung their little tales of love, They fung them o’er and o’er, Ah! gra ma chree, ma colleen oge, © My Molly. aftore. The daifies py’d, and all-the fweets The dawn of Nature yields, © ‘The primrofe pale and vi'let blue Lay featter’d o*er the fields : Such fragrance in the bofom lies Of her whom I adore, ; Ah! grama chree, 8c: I laid me down upon a bank % _Bewailing my fad fate, That doom’d me'thus a flave to love And cruel Molly’s hate ; ‘How can-fhe break the honeft heart That wears her in its core ? , Ah! gra ma chree, Gey. ‘You faid you lov’d me, Molly dear, Ah! why did I believe? J “Yet who could think fuch tender vows Were meant but to deceive? | That love was all I afk’d on earth, Nay, Heav’n could give no more,’ Ah ! gra ma chree, Seo Oh ! had I all the flocks that feed On yonder yellow hill, . Or loo’d for.me the num’rous herds That yon green pafture fill; a With her [love I’d gladly fhare - ; My kine and fleecy ftore, | Cas ior Ah! gra.ma chree, Site Two turtle doves above my head ‘ Sat courting on a bough, Lenvy’d them their happinefs Yo fee them bill and coo; Such fondnefs once for me was fhewn, But now, alas! ’tis o’er, Ah! era ma chree, Fc Then fare thee well, my Molly dear, Thy lofs.I e’er fhall mourn, Whilft life remains in Strephon’s heart, ‘For thee *twill fondly burn ; Tho’ thou art falfe, may Heav’n on thee ts choiceft bleffings pour, ~ 7 Ah! gra ma chree, Gee : Lovely Woman. HEN lovely woman ftoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray 5 What charm can footh her.melancholy? | What art.can wafh her guilt away? The-only art her guilt to cover, : . To hide her fhame from every eye, And wring his bofom is, to die! BS aS Goldfmi th. ) Stanzas on Man. ( BY JOHN BRENAN, ESQs_ ‘WX7HEN foolifh man confents to marry, — . And finds, too late, his wife’s a fhrew.; °. When fhe her point in all-muit carry, *Tis hard to fay what’s beft,to do. Alas! the Breeches*to recover, : "To ‘{cape-her tongue and lightning eye, And be as free as when her‘lover, anit ‘His only method is—to fly. ‘ : : ia yee * e en. OLD BALLADS. Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogine. The following beautiful tale has never been publifbed, before,in any colleion of fongs or ballads—It is ex- trated from the celebrated romunce of “theMonk”’ dy G. M. Lewis, efq. M. B. P. The eaferof the verfification, the wild and forcible colouring with which it is wrought wp, itsnumerous fine paffages, and the high degree of intere? which it excites in the breaft of the reader, juftly entitle 1 ta a fore- moft rank among the beft productions of this kind in the Englijh language. A WARRIOR fo bold and a virgin fo bright, Convers’d as they fat on the green; They gaz’d on each other with tender delight : Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight, The maid’s was the Fair Imogine. « And, oh!” faid the youth « fince to-morrow I go “ To fight in a far diftant land, * Your tears for my abfence'foon leaving to flow, “« Some othér will court you, and you will beftow “ On a wealthier fuitor your hand.” * Oh! huth thefe fufpicions’” fair Imogine faid, “ Offenfive to‘love and to me! . “ For, if you be living, or if you be dead, “ T fwear by the Virgin that none in your ftead ‘« Shall hufband of Imogine be. “Tf ere I, by paffion or wealth led afide, ‘« Forget my Alonzo the Brave, ** God grant, that to punifh my falfehood and pride, *« Your ghoit at the marriage may fit by my fide, “* May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride, «« And bear me away to the grave!” Te Paleftine haften’d the hero fo bold; - His love, fhe lamented him fore: But fcarce had atwelvemonth elaps’d,when behold, A baron all cover’d with jewels and gold Arriv’d at Fair Imogine’s door. His treafure, his prefents, his fpacious domain Soon made her untrue to her vows: - He dazzl’d her eyes, he bewilder’d her brain; He caught her affections fo light and fo vain, And carry’d her home as his fpoufe. And now had the marriage been bleft by the prieft ; The revelry now was begun : 'T he tables they groan’d with the weight of the feaft; Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceas’d, When the bell at the caftle toll’d—* one!” Then fir with amazement Fair Imogine found That a ftranger was plac’d by her fide: His air was terrific ; he utter’d no found Ke {poke not, he mov’d not, he look’d not around, But earneftly gaz’d on the bride. His vizor was clos’d, and gigantic his height ; His armour was fable to view: And pleafure and laughter were hufh’d at his fight ; The dogs, as they ey’d him, drew back in a fright; The lights in the chamber burn’d blue! His prefence all bofoms appear’d to difmay; The guefts fat in filence and fear, At length fpeak the bride,while the trembled “I pray Sir Knight, that your helmet afide you may lay, And deign to partake of our cheer.” The lady is filent: the ranger complies, His vizor he flowly unclos’d: Oh! God! whata fight met fair Imogine’e eyes! How faded her colour—aghaft with furprife, When a fkeleton’s head was expos'd! All prefent then With horror - The worms they out, - Where his eyes once were; and his temples about, Wile the fpectre addrefs'd Imogine. *d a terrify’d fhout ; urn’d from the {cene. tin, and the worms they crept ' « Behold me, thou falfe dne ! behold me !” he ery’dy | «Remember Alonzo the brave! . «“ God grants, thatto punifh thy falfehood and pride, « My ghoft at thy marriage fhould fit by thy fide, « Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as bride, fed “ And bear thee away to the grave! Thus faying, his arms round the lady he wound, Nor heeded the fhrieks of his prey ; ree Then fank with her fwift through the wide-yawning - ground ; Nor ever again was fair sete found, Nor the fpe¢tre who bore her away. Not long liv’d the Baron; and none fince that time To inhabit the caftle prefume; For chronicles tell that, by order fublime, | There Imogine fuffers the pain of her crime, And mourns her deplorable doom. At midnight four timesin each year does her fpright, When mortals in flumbers are bound, . Array’d in her bridal apparel of white, Appear in the hall with the Skeleton-Knight, - And fhriek as he whirls her around. _ While they drink out of fkulls newly torn from the _ rave, , Gkceing round them the fpeétres are feen : Their liquor is blood, and this horrible ftave . They howl—* To the health of Alonzo the Brave And his confort the Fair Imogine !” Fancy and Defire. BY THE EARL OF OXFORD. Edward Fere, earl of Oxford, was in high fame for his poetical talents in the reign of Elizabeth: per- haps it is no injury to his reputation that few of his compofitions are preferved for the inf{pection of im- partial poferity.. Io gratify curiofity, we have inferted a fonnet of his, which is quoted with'great encomiums for tts “ excellency and wit.” — CONe hither fhepherd fwain; — «« Sir, what do you defire ? _ I pray thee, fhew to me thy name. © ‘« My name is fond Defire.” When wért thou born, Defire? “ In pomp and prime of May.” . By whom, {weet boy, wert thou begot ? “ By fond Conceit men fay.” Tell me, who was thy nurfe ? “ Frefh Youth in fugred joy.” What was thy meat and daily food? “ Sad fighs with great annoy.” What haft thou then to drink? “ Unfavoury lovers tears.” What cradle wert thou rocked in? ‘In hope devoid of fears.” __ What lull’d thee then afleep ? “ Sweet fpeech, which likes,me beft.” Tell me, where is thy dwelling place? “Tn gentle hearts I reft.” What thing doth pleafe thee moft? «To gaze on beauty ftill.” Whom doft thou think to be thy foe? “« Difdain of my good will.” Doth company difpleafe ? “ Yea, furely, many.one.” - Where doth Defire delight to live? * He loves to live alone.” ; ‘ Doth either time or age Bring him unto decay ? v « No, no, Defire both lives and dies Ten thoufand times a day.” Then, fond Defire farewell, Thou art no mate for me; I fhould be loth, mefhinks, to dwell With fuch a one as thee. > CHARMS OF MELODY, SIREN MEDLEY. ‘With thy dreams my fancy fill, <2 a. # Fe Pe The Plan of the Publifher is to Suibedy in one Grand Folio Volu ! t 1 i ; I sto é me, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language: eoue preferving—forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political _ Songs; as well as Old Englith, Irith, and Scotch BaNads, Legendaries, &c. &c, To which will be added, a complete Index. i rere . _ Begone dull Care. Becone, dull Care! I prithee begone from me, Begone, dull Care! you and I can never agree, Long time haft thou been tarrying here, And fain thou wou’dft me kill: But i’faith, dull Care! ° Thou never fhalt have thy will. Too much care will make a young man grey, And too much care will turn an old man to clay; My wife fhall dance and I will fing, So merrily pafs the day, For I hold it ftill the wifeftthing, To drive dull Care away. When the ftormy Winds do blow. you gentlemen of England - ‘That live at home at eafe, Ah! little do you think upon _ The dangers of the feas, Give ear unto the mariners And they will plainly fhow All the cares, and the fears, When the ftormy winds do blew. If enemies oppofe us, - When England is at wars With any foreign nations, — We fear not wounds or fears, Our roaring guns fhall teach ’em Our valour well to know, Whilft they reel in the keel, When the ftormy winds:do blow. Then, courage all brave mariners, And never be difmay’d, While we have bold adventurers We never fhall want trade ; ‘Our merchants will employ us To fetch them wealth, we know, Then be bold, work for gold, When the ftormy winds do blow. Hope thou Nurfe. ’ OPE ! thou nurfe of young defire, Fairy promifer of joy ; _ Painted vapour, glow-worm fire, Temp’rate fweet, that ne’er can cloy! Hope! thou earneft of delight, Softeft foother of the mind; _Balmy cordial, profpeét bright, ‘Sureft friends the wretched find! Kind deceiver, fatter full ; Deal out pleafures unpoffefs’d : And in wifhes make me bleft. Love in a Fil. : a The Irifhman’s Bluth. F various forts of blufhing I think you'll all agree A bluth is but a bluth at beft, For what elfe can it be? But as in worth they vary, I think, ’tween me and you, Our Irifh bluth is bef of all— Now don’t you think fo too? With a fel, lol, &e. A foreign friend when vifiting In poverty appear, He'll bluth, which means “ friend, prithee, « What the devil brought you here? An Irifhman will bluth to meet An old friend poor in pelf,' But then his blufh means “ how dy‘e do ? “Your welcome as myfelf!” : ; With a fol, lol, Fe The bluthes of a Dutchman © Are feldom found in fight, Italians full of jealoufy Both yellow blufh and white ;_ The [rifhman he blufhes red, For that is valour’s hue, And then makes all his enemies Bluth pretty black and blue. With @ fol, lol, Ee. The Spaniard’s blufh is arrogance ; i The Frenchman’s bluth is bounce, The actor’s blufh, the cdlour-fhops Will fell you by the ounce: But keep this honeft truth in mind, And tell it where you go, -. ~ The blufh that tints an Irifh cheek Is friendfhip’s gen’rous glow! Dibdin fun. With a fol, lol, Be, Night and Day. NEee and day the anxious lover Is attentive to the fair, Till the doubtful courtfhip’s over, Is fhe then fo much his care? Warm as fummer his addrefies, Hope and ardour in his eyes; Cool as winter his careffes, ‘ When the yields his captive prize. Now the owner of her beauty, See no more an angel’s face, Half is love, the reft is duty ; - Pleafure fure is in the chafe. PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin; ; Where complete Sets, or fingle Numbers, may be had. 40 O Nancy wilt thou go with me. BY DR.» PERCY. O NANCY ! wilt thou go with me, Nor figh to leave the flaunting town ? Ean filent glens have charms for thee, Whe lowly cot and ruffet gown? No longer dreft in filken theen, No longer-deck’d with jewels rare, Say can’ft thou quit each courtly fcene, Where thou wert faireft of the fair? O Nancy! when thou’rt' far away, Wilt thou not caft a look behind? Say can’it thou face the parching ray, Nor-fhrink before the wintry wind? O-can that foft and gentle mien Extremes of hardfhip learn to bear, Nor e’e¥ regret each courtly fcene, Where thou wert faireft of the fair? O Nancy! can’ft thou love fo true, Through perils keen with me to go, Or when thy fwain mifhap fhall rue, To fhare with him the pangs of wee? Say, fhould difeafe or pain befall, Will thou affume the nurfe’s cart, Nor wiftful thofe gay fcenes recall, Where thou wert faireft of the fair? “And when at laft thy, love thall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt theu reprefs each ftruggling figh, And chear-with fmiles the bed of death? And wilt thou o’er-his breathlefs clay Strew flow’rs and drop the tender tear 5 ‘Nor then regret thofe fcenes fo gay, Where thou wert faireft of the fair? ‘Nancy’s Anfwer to Henry. ‘ HENRY! didft thou know the heart That heaves for thee the conftant figh? Thou would’ft not afk, if ought could part So tender, yet fo firm a tie; With thee the cot would prove a court, The ruffet gown a garment rare, And pleas’d I’d quit the gay refort ~ That hail’d me faireft of the fair. ‘O-Henry! lead-the toilfome way, . And love will. bear me through: the wild, ‘I ftill would face the parching ray, Nor heed the blaft, if Henry fmil'’ds - But haply fhould the chilling ftorm, Or blaze of noon, my face impair, Aid weep, fhould’ft thou regret the form ‘That once was faireft of the fair. Can perils keen my purpofe move, _ Or fright me from my Henty’s breaf\? “Tis fear, itfelf gives force to léve, And robs the abfent maid’of reft ; Should Henry fuffer whilft his bride Nor eas’d his pain, nor footh’d his care, ‘I'd curfe thofe {cenes of courtly pride That hail’d me faireft of the fair. But fhould not all my trembling toil Thy precious life avail to fave, I could not o’er thy forrows fmile, I could not deck with flow’rs thy grave; I’d lay me by thy clay-cold fide, Where grief would foon my heart ftrings tear, ‘Net happier that with thee I died, _ han bloom’d the faireft of the fair. ae et AEA IO Als OO ener ee rr te PN NR A THE CHARMS OF MELODY. % ” 0 . y > 7 i ~s -Oe le : The Incantation. Bive chiefs of renown, by his arrows, lay dead, E’er the blood of my father, in batthke was fhed ; _ He fell by the fide of the dark winding ftream, And the vallies refound with the fong of his fame. ‘ a, Like a tyger, undaunted, he rufh’d to the wars “Like thunder he ftruck, and {pread terror afar: As the pleafures of love, or the ipring of the year, His name to the race of Maronoc is dear. How {weet is his fleep in the night of the grave! Fordear is revenge to the foul of thebrave; O’er his afhes, his foe Potomamac I tore, And fprinkled the mantle of earth with his gore. ‘J hree {ealps of the conquer’d to Fodor I burn, At whofe voice, from Ronama, the {pirits return: A fnake black with venom, I caft in the flame, And call on the-fhade of my father by name. - In-his glory, he chines dike a ftar in the ‘fkies ! + He-fmiles, and the omens of triumph arife! He f{peaks—and the time of my wifhes is near, When the race of my foes fhall in blood difappear- In the gloom of the foreft, fecurely they fleep;. But long e’re the fun fhall illumine the deep, . This hand, which the demons of ruin fhall guide, In-a tempéft of flaughterfhallfeatter their pride! - “oe J erac. | The Orphan. | ipoes boy! though, in thy tender years, Thine eyes are dimm’d with flowing tears, Thy little heart diffolv’din griéf, From man thou can’ft:not hope relief! © child of forrow ceafe.to weep, ig ‘Though in the duft thy parents fleep, — The bonds of Death thou can’ft not break, Nor frem the tomb the flumb’rer ‘wake. . ’ An-early orphan left alone, Upon the world deferted thrown, A mother’s love who can fupply, Or watch thee with a father’s eye? Though all unmindful of thy good, Yorgetful of a brother’s blood, And heedlefs of thy woeful ftate, ‘Thy kindred caft thee off to fate; The God who gave to them the pow’r To aid thee in this trying hour, To thee his mercies may-extend, | And ever prove thy ftedfait friend His love, thy tender youth, may fhield; . 7, His hand exhauftlefs treafures yield; ~ His wifdom pour the precepts kind Of life eternal on thy mind. : Ceafe, child of forrow, ceafe'to weep, 2 Though in the duft thy,parents fleep, The Saviour of the world fhall be A father ever unto.thee. Verac. Duet. H! what avails thy Jover’s prayer, - His ineenfe clouds the fky in vain; Nor wealth, nor greatnefs.was his tare, ’ Thee, thee alone, ke begg'd to gain. * With thee to -wafte the pleafing day, - When ev'ry hour in joy was pail; With love infenfibly decay, cat And on thy bofom breathe my aft. * *. is , i : , . “ It tells me my-dear Poll of Plymouth is dead, Come all you real lovers of whifkey, attend, And when. firetch’d in the-kennell, they’re wet to ‘OF whifkey let no one the power difpute, But fure in this City, its virtues are known, ' Tho’ our nobles fo oft about place difagree, / 7 eRidiard: SI QUEL TO SWEET POLL OF PLYMOUTH.* \ HEN Edward firft heard Poll of Plymouth was dead, ride mage ; - The funfions of life madea paufe, His piteous eyes ftood aghaft in his head, His fhipmates enquired the catfe. Reviving awhile, he addrefs’d them all *round, With his hands:clofely prefs’d to his heart, Saying * within this fad letter at once have I found, * ‘The fceptre of Death and his dart. ‘* My comfort, my joy, and-.my wife; «“ When I was fore’d from her, fhe took to hér bed, _ And fighing, refign’d her dear life.” s He fancy’d he faw his dear Poll in the clouds, « Ah! wait for your Edward,” he cries; Then fwift as the light’ning he ran up the fhrouds, Whilft eagernefs flafh’d from his eyes. He call’d for all hands, and he gave a loud fhrick, And now quite diftracted he raves, | Saying “do younot fee that.myheartipringsaleak’ And he plung’d himfelf into the waves. All hands were employ’d to prevent his fad fate, The long-boat was hawl’d out in vain; They drag’d him on board, but, alas! *twas too.late, For he never once breathed again. * Publithed in the.3d Numb. Page P2. . Wicklow Ale. | Air—“ Pufh about the Forum.” C) WICKLOW ale! Nf So brifk and pale, Thou art, thou art my darling, From thee, my heart, I ne’er will part, = Tho’ parfons ftill be {narling. The Devil’s {nare Diftillers are, Let whifkey burft the Quorum 5 ~ While ale delights, ' And. fill mvites To pufh abeut the jorum. « O Wicklow ale, Fe. * Whitkey. Whilft its praifes.youhear from a true honeft friend, In politenets my audience furpaffes the Greek, | For you find none difpos’d, or to ftand, or to {peak. 7 Derry down, down, Se. Which, like Comus’s cup, turns a man to a brute; ‘Since ’tis meat, drink and cloathing to one half the town. Derry down, down, Se. Of that people’s happinefs, what muft you think, Where three-halfpence procures them meat, cloth- ing and drink? the fkin, ) Both wafhing and lodging are given themin. i , Derry down, down, Se. OF old, it wasthought-that the higher-you were, ‘The longer your journey to Hell would appear ; -O whifkey ! thy lovers, of mankind are bleit, For they die twelv@feet higher, at leaft, than the reft. RN, Derry down; down, Sc. And éach thinks the other beneath him fhould be; 7 ai . ™ . y ~ . Brom whifkey fuperior the honors thatf{pring, — - 4 © > For‘he that’s dead drunk, is as great asa king. - >» . Derry dawn, down, Sc. _- THE CHARMS OF MELODY, My wife is a white-legeed fowl, O'R céffe. And T’ll get gowns when itis gane ; cE YourWorfhip yourWings may clap. : Wwioles worfhip your wings may clap, _ And think yourfelf a great city cock, You'll never my Maud entrap, — For fhe is the hen of a pretty cock. ; Your worfbip, €ec. Have done with your winks and leers, yea t Vor Lom is a taylor that’s knowing, fir; He'll trim you, himfelf, with his fheers, ° And then you'll have done with your crowing, fir Your worfbip, Sc. & Can bill like a thruth or dove ina tree, But never will pair with an owl, : My worfhipful mayor of Coventry. Your worfiip, &c. Eefs the -Gawkie, | WQ LITHE young Befs to Jean did fay, Will ye gang to yon dunny brae, W here flocks do feed, and herds do ftray, And {port a while wi’ Jamie? Ah, nay lafs, ll na gang there, Nor about Jamie tak’ nae care. Nor about Jamie tak’ nae care, For he’s ta’en up wi’ Maggie. For hark, and I will tell you lafs, Did not fee young Jamie pags, Wr’ mickle blithnefs in his face, Out o'er, the muir to Maggie. I wat he sae’her mony a kifs, And Maggietook them nane amifs ; “Tween ilka ‘imack pleas’d her wi’ this, “ That Befs was but a gawkie.” “ For whene’er acivil kifs I feek, “« She turns her head, and thraws her cheek, “« And for an hour fhe’ll hardly {peak ; “ Who'd not ca’ hera gawkie ? “ But fure my Maggie has mair fenfe, “ She'll gi’ a kifs without offence; ~ “‘ Now gie me ane unto the menfe, “ And ye fhall be my dawtie.”” “QO Jamie ye hae mony tane, “ But I will ne’er ftand up for ane, “Or twa, when we do meet again, “So ne’erthink me a gawkie.” «¢ Ah na lafs, that cannot be, 4 «Sic thoughts as thefe are far frae me, “« Or ony thy fweet face thax fee, “ B’er to think thee a gawkie.” But, whifht, nae mair of this we'll fpeak, For yonder Jamie does us meet; Inftead of Meg he kifs’d fae fweet, T trow he likes the gawkie. pee sate JAMIE. « O dear Befs, ‘hardly knew, « When I came by, your gown fae new : « T think you’ve got it wat wi’ dew” — Quoth fhe, “ That’s like a gawkie.” «Ts wat wi’ dew, and t’will get rain, “ Sae ye may gang the gate ye came, ** And tellit to-your dawtie” The guilt appear’d in -Jamie’s chéek ; He cry’d * O cruel maid, but fweet, If I fhould gang anather.gate, “ I ne’er cou’d meet my dawtie.” Thedaffes faft frac him they flew, ‘And left poor Jamie fair to rue, That ever Maggie’s face he kew, Or yet ca’d Befs a gawkie. As they gaed o’er the muir they fang, The hills and dales with echo rang, The hillsatd dales with echo rang, . ° ’ « Gango’er the muir to Maggiee / 42 OLD BALLADS. . Edwin and Emma. BY MR. MALLET. . ‘ i On the publication of this ballad, in the year 1760, Mr. AZailet fubjoined an atteftation of the truth of the faets related in it, which we fhall give : the reader literally : Extradt ofa letter from the ourate-of Bowes, of Yorkhhire, on the fubjc& of the following poem, to Mr. Copperthqwaite, at Marrick. “¢ Worthy fir, ‘ “As to the affair metitioned in yours, it happened long before my time. “© verfon da the neighbourhood forithe truth of this melancholy event. T have therefore been obliged to confult my clerk, and another The hiftery of it is'as follows— The family naffie ofthe young man was Wright/in; of the young maiden, Railton, ‘They were both much of the fame age; that is “ crown tip to twenty, In their birth there was no difparity 5 but in fortune, alas! the was his inferior. His father, an hard old man,who “* had iby his toil.acquired a handfome competency, expected and required that his fon fhould marry fuitably. But, as emnia vincit amor, his * heart was analterably fixed on the pretty young creature already named. Their courthhip, which was all by ftealth, unknown to the fa- “ mily, continued about a year. When it was found out, old Wright/on, his wife, and particularly their crooked daughter, Hannah, flouted ‘© at the maiden, and treated her with notable contempt: for they held it as a maxim, and a roftic one it is, that blood is nothing without “© groats: The young lover fickened, and took to his bed about Shrove-Tuefday, aod died the Sunday fevennight after,—On the laft day “ of his illngfs, he defired to fee his miftrefs:: the was civilly received by the mcther, who bid her welcome—when it wastoo late. But her “ daughter, Hannah, lay at his back to cut them off from all opportunity of exchanging their thoughts.—At her retura home, on hearing the “ bell toll out for his departure, fhe {creamed aloud that her heart was burft, and expired fome moments after. ~ “The then curate of *Bowes inferted in his regifter, that they both.died of love, and were buried in the fame grave, March 15th, 1714. ““ Tam, dear fir, Se. Peak in the windings of a vale, Faft by a fhelt’ring wood, ‘Lhe fafe retreat of health and peace, An humble cottage flood.’ ‘There beauteous Emma flourifh’d fair, Beneath a mother’s eye; Whofe only wifh on earth was now To fee her bleft, and die. « The fofteft blufh that nature {preads Gave colour to her cheek : Such orient colour. fmiles thro’ heav’n When May’s {weet mornings break. Nor let the pride of great ones {corn This charmer of the plains: ‘That fun who bids their di’mond blaze, To paint our lily deigns. Long had the fill’d each youth with love, Each maiden with defpair ; And tho’ by all a wonder own’d, Yet knew not fhe was fair. *Till Edwin came, the pride of {wains, A foul that knew no art; And from whofe eye, ferenely mild, Shone forth the feeling heart. A mutual flame was quickly caught ; Was quickly too reveal’d: For eetikey bofom lodg’d a with, That virtue keeps conceal’d. What happy hours of home-felt blifs Did love on both beftow! But blifs too mighty long to laft, Where fortune proves a foe. His fifter, who, like Envy form’d, Like her in mifchief joy’d, To work them harm, with wicked fkill, Each darker art employ’d. The father too, a fordid man, Who love nor pity knew, Was all-unfeeling as the clod, From whence his riches grew. Long had he feen their fecret flame, And feen it long unmov’d: ‘Then, with a father’s frown, at laf Had fternly difapprov’d. In Edwin’s gentle heart, a war Of different paffions ftrove : His heart, that durft not difobey, Yet could not ceafe to love. Deny’d her fight, he oft behind The {preading hawthorn crept, To {match a glance, to mark the {pot Where Emma walk’d and wept. Oft too on Stanemore’s} wintry watte, Beneath the moon-light fhade, Tn fighs to pour his foften’d foul, The midnight mourner ftray’d. His cheek, where health with beauty glow’d, A deadly pale o’ercaft : So fades the frefh rofe in its prime, Before the northern blaft. His parents now, with late remorfe, Hung o’er his dying bed ; And weary’d heav’n with fruitlefs vows, And fruitlefs forrow fhed. «°Tis paft!” he cry’d, “-but-if your fouls Sweet mercy yet, can move, Let thefe dim eyes once more behold What they muft ever love!” She came ; his cold hand foftly touch’d, And bath’d with many’a tear : . Haft-falling o’er the primrofe pale, So morning dews appear. But oh! his fifter’s jealous care, A cruel fifter fhe ! Forbade what Emma ¢ame to fay ; “« My Edwin live for me.” Now homeward as fhe hopelefs wept The church-yard path along, The blaft blew cold, the dark owl f{cream’d Her lover’s fun’ral fong. be aye Amid’ the falling gloom of night,, Her ftartling fancy found In ev’ry bufh his hov’ring thade, His groan in every found. Alone, appall’d, thus had fhe paft The vifionary vale— When lo! the death-bell fimote ‘her ear, Sad founding in the gale! Juft then fhe reach’d, with trembling ftep, Her aged mother’s door— «« He’s gone!” fhe cry’d; * and I fhall fee That angel-face no more !” «*T feel, I feel this breaking heart Beat high againft my fide” — From her white arm down funk her head; She fhiver’d, figh’d, and died. * Bowes isa fmall village in Yorkthire, where, in former ages, the carls of Richmond tad a caftle. It {tands-on the edge of that vat and mountainous tract, named by the neighbouring people Stanemore;} which is always expofed to wiad and weather, defolate and folitary throughout, a" i : : Pie. : I umb. & / ¥ 4 yp Ay O | One Penny. , CHARMS OF MELODY, | SLR EN WEDD Foy. The Plan of the Publiher is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume , all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language, worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political * Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Irith, and Scotch, Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c, - Sandy o’er the Lee. A FAVOURITE SCOTCH SONG, | POM ES NA marry ony mon _. But Sandy o’er the Lee, I winna marry ony mon - But Sandy o’er the Lee, I winna ha’ the dominee, For geudhe canna be, Bur I will ha’.my Sandy lad, My Sandy o’er the Lee; For-he’s aye a kiffing, kiffing, Aye a’ kiffing me, © _.. He’s aye a’ kiffing, kiffing, - Aye a’ kiffing me. I winna ha’ the minifier, For a’ his godly looks ; Nor yet will I the'‘lawyer ha’ For a’ his wily crooks; I winna ha’ the ploughman lad, Nor yet will I the miller, But I will ha’ my Sandy lad, Without one penny fil’ler : I winna ha’ the foldier lad, For he gangs to the war I winna ha’ the-failor lad, Becauie he‘fmells o’ tar; I winna ha’ the lord nor laird, ~ Fora’ their mickle gear; But I will ha’ my Sandy lad, My Sandy o’er the -meir 5. : ms For he’s. aye a Riffing, Fe. -O bonny Lafs. BONNY lafs will you lye in a barrack? | And O bonny tafs will you lye in-a barrack? And O bonny lafs will you lye in a’barrack, And marry a foldier and carry his wallet ? Yes, I will go and think no more on it, TPllemarry my Harry and carry his wallet ; Vibneither afk leave of my minnie or daddie But off and away with my foldier laddie. O bonny lafs will you go a campaigning? Will you fuffer the hardthips of battle and famine? When bleeding and fainting, O would you draw near me, And kindly fupport me, and tenderly chear.me? O yes I wil! go tho’ thefe evils you mention, And twenty timestimes more, if youhadtheintention Neither hunger, nor cold, nor danger alarm me While I have my foldier, my deareft, to charm me. For he’s aye a’ kiffing, fc. And yet, I’ll fwear, I can’t tell how ‘To-which will be added, a complete Index. \ Come, rouze from your Trances, GENE rouze from your trances, Sly morning advances, To catch fluggith mortals in bed ; Let the horn’s jocund note In the wind {weetly float, ‘While the fox from the’brake lifts his head 5 Now creeping, : Now peeping, ‘The fox from the brake lifts his head. Each away to’ his fteed; Your goddefs fhall lead, ‘Come, follow, my worfhippers, follow; For the chace all prepare, See, the hounds fnuff the air, Hark! hark, to the huntfmen’s {weet hollow! Hark, Jowler, hark Rover, See, Reynard breaks cover, The hunters fly over the ground ; Now they dart down the lane, Now they fkim:o’er the plain, And the hills, woods, and vallies refound ; With dafhing And fplafhing, ‘The hills, woods, and vallies refound. , Then away with full fpeed, Your goddefs fhall-lead, Come, follow,my worfhippers, follow; _ O’er hedge, ditch, and gate, If you ftop you’re too late; Hark, hark, to the huntfman’s {weet hollow. | The Je ne Scai Quoi. Se: I’m in love, T feel it now, And‘Celia has undone me; The pleafing pain ftole on me. *T is not her-face that love creates, For there-no graces revel ; *Tis not her fhape, for there the Fates Have rather been uncivil. *Tis not her air, for fure in that There’s nothing more than common ; ‘ And all her fenfe is only chat, “J Like any other woman. Her voice, her touch, might give the ‘larm, — - *T was both, perhaps,.or neither ; ‘ In fhort,’twas that provoking charm Of Celia all together. W. Whitehead. PUBLISHED at N10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, my Where complete Sets, or fingle Numbers, may be had. wi i ne : 5 _ ‘THE CHARMS OF MELODY. . Come, liften, ye Fair. (2 liten, ye fair, And the -xeafon declare, (Vis a point much your anfwer behoving) Why the words of a feold, As we often are told, Ave fo-very pathetic.and moving? Why the reafon’s foon fhewn; W’as there ever man known, In his fenfes, would tarry to hear her? ‘Then there needs little proving Her words muft be moving, Since none who.can.move will’ftay near her. Heywood. The Negro’s Gomplaint. ORC’D from home, and all its pleafures, Afric’s coat L left forlorn, To increafe a -ftranger’s treafures, Oé’r.the raging billows borne, Men from England bought and fold me, Paid my price in paltry gold ; But tho’ theirs they have enroll’d me, Minds are-never .to be fold, Still in thought as free as ever, What.are England’s rights I afk, Me from my delights.to fever, Me.to torture, me to tatk. Fleecy locks, and black complexion, Cannot forfeit nature’s claim: Skins may differ,‘ but affeétion Dwells in ‘black and white the fame. Why did all creating nature, ‘Make the plant tor which we toil? Sighs muft fan it, tears muft water, Sweat of our’s muft drefs the foil. Think ye mafters iron hearted; Lolling at your jovial boards, Think how many backs have {marted For the fweets your. cane.affords. Is there, as you fometimes tell. us, Is there one who reigns on high ? Has he’bid you buy and fell us, Speaking from his throne, the fky ? Afk him, if -your'knetted feourges, Fetters, blood extorting ferews, Are the, means which duty urges Agents of his will to ufe ? ‘Hark! he anfwers—wild tornadoes Strewing yonder fea with wrecks; Wafting towns, plantations, meadows, Are the voice with which he fpeake .< He, forefeeing what vexations Afric’s fons fhould undergo, Fix’d their tyrant’s habitations Where his whirlwinds anfwer——No. By our blood in Afric wafted. Ere our necks received the chain, By the mis’ries which we tafted Croffing in your barks, the main ; Ly our fuffering fince you brought us To the man degrading mart, All fuftain’d with patience, taught us Only by a'broken heart. Deem our nation brutes no longer, ?Till fome reafon ye fhall find Worthier of regard, and ftronger Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold! whofe fordid dealings Warnifh all your boafted pow’rs, Prove that you have human feelings, E’re you proudly queflion our’s ! 7 . a Indian Death Song. Tur fun fets in night and the ftars fhun the day, Put glory remains when their lights fade away ; sBegin ye tormentors, your threats are in vain, ‘For the fon of Alknomook fhall never complain. ‘Remember the arrows he-fhot from his bow ; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid'‘low : Why fo flow? do you wait “till I-fhrink from my ain? No—the fon of Alknomook‘thall never-complain. Remember the wood—where in ambuth we lay, And the fcalps which we bore from your nation away; Now the flame rifes faft! you exultin my pain ; but the fon of Alknomook thall never complain. ‘I go-to the land where my father is gone; _ His ghoft fhall rejoice in the fame of his fon: ‘Death comes like a friend—he relievs me from pain And the fun of Alknomook‘has fcorn’d to complain Mrs. Hunter. ‘From the Man whom I love. TSROM the man whom:Ldove, tho’ my heart I difguife, 7 I will freely defcribe the poor wretch I defpife ; And if he has fenfe but to balance a ftraw, He will fure take a hint from the picture I draw. ‘A wit without fenfe, without fancy.a beau, Like a parrot he chatters, and ftruts like a crow ; A peacock in pride, in grimace a baboon; In courage a hind, in conceit a Gaicoon. / ~ As a vulture rapacious, in falfehood a fox, Inconftant as waves, and-unfeeling as rocks; As a tyger ferocious, perverfe as a-hog, In mifchief an ape, and.in fawning a dog. In a word, to fum up all his talents together, ' His heart is of lead, and his brains are of feather: Yet if he has but fenfe to balance a ftraw, He will fure take a-hint from the picture I draw. “The bonny bold Soldier. Ts plenty of lovers that fue me in vain, ‘My heart is with Willy far. over the plain, For handfome and witty, and*brave is the fwain, The bonny bold foldier young Willy’s forme ; For handfome and witty and brave is the fwain, The bonny-bold foldier young Wiliy’s for me. In the trumpet’s fhrill found my foldier delights, For honor, his king, and his country he fights, He figh ——ts, fights, For honor, his king, and-his country he fights, For honor, lis king, and his country he fights. I fhare with his drefs in the heart of a beau, The do¢tor my pulfe feels and ne’er takes a fee, The one is pedantic, the other all fhow ; The one is pedantic, &c. ‘ The bonny bold-foldier young Willy's for me, The bonny bold foldier, t%c. Lhe irumpet’s forill found, Sc. The lawyer fo crafty I fly from in fear, The dangling poor poet I fhun when I fee, Once more, O ye powers, reftore me my dear, Once more, O ye powers, (ce. ’ , The bonny bold Sidier young Willy’s for me, The bonny bold:foldier, ‘c. The trumpet’s forill found, Se. ee fs ogy re reo) weal 5 opine Al — . yf _ - t Heigho! that I for Hunger fhould die! A ‘voyacr overfeas had not enter’d my head, ; Had I known on which fide to have butter’d ‘my bread. Sees | Heigho! fure J—for hunger muft die! Tv fail’d like a booby, come here in a fquall, Where alas! there’s no bread to be butter’d at all! Oho! T’ma terrible booby ; Oh, what a loft mutton am I! In London, what gay chop:houfe figns in the ftreet! _ But only the fign here is of nothing to eat. Heigho! that I—for hunger fhould die ! My mutton’s all loft, I’m a-poor flarving elf, And-for all the world like a loft mutton myfelf. - Oho! F fhall die'alo&. mutton! -Oh, what a loft mutton am I! ‘For a neat flice of beef,-I could roar like a bull, And my ftomach’s fo empty, my heart is quite full. _ Heigho! that for hunger fhould die ! But grave without meat,I muft here meet my grave, For my bacon, I fancy, I never fhall fave Oho! I fhall né’er fave my bacon! I can’t fave my bacon, not 1! ‘The V illage Steeple. THE village fteeple tells Each deed of England’s fame : In roundelay its ruftic' bells” a Lhe hearty joy proclaim. —— ‘Ding—dong—bell “The merry peal refounding _ Ding—dong — bell. How oft the ancient tower ' Has rock’d with merry glee, And echo’d many a {prightly hour To fhouts of yiGtory.— : ‘Ding—dong—bell, 8c. ~The golden days of old , Their frequent triumph knew ; And as the tale was proudly told, ~ ‘The chimes exulted too. Ding—dong —bell, &e. “For many:a conqueft more ~The chearful notes fhall ring, “And oft’ the table’s honeft roar It’s heartfelt concert bring. Ding —dong—bell, °c. Britain’s Wine. Why fwells my wavy burnifh’d grain, | When autumn: pours her ray benign? “When in my laughing goblet flows -The foaming juice of Britain’s wine? From that, beneath my humble thed he flrangermay.a welcome know; -And as the‘humble board I fpread The finking heart with joy may glow. Young Virgins love Pleafure. OUNG virgins love pleafure, . As mifers do treafuye, And both alike ftudy.to heighten the meafure ; Their heafts they will rifle, ‘ ‘For ev’ry new trifle, And when in their teens fall in love for.a fong. But foon as they marry, . And find things mifcarry, . °Oh! how they figh, that they were not more wary : Inftead of foft wooing, ‘They run to their ruin, | And all their lives after drag forrow along. THE CHARMS OF MELODY, — as Well met, jolly Fellows. Ay ett met, jolly fellows, well met ; VY _ By this bowl you’re all welcome, I {wear : ‘See where on the table ’tis fet, Aud defign’d for the grave of our care. / From this focial convention, *T will drive alf contention, Save only who longeft can drink : | ‘Dhen.fill up your glafles, And drink to your daffes, The head-ach take him that dhall fhrink. Do but look at this glafs! here, boys, hand it around ‘ Why, it {parkles like Phillis’s eye; ‘But ’tis better, by far, boys; for when her eyes wound This, balm to the wound will fupply : ‘Then a fig for all thinking ; . _ Fill, fill, and be drinking ; “Let us drown all our cares and our forrow : Come, the toaft, boys, the toaft! ‘Fhere’s no time to be loft, ‘For our cares will return with to-morrow. Joy fparkles in the roving Eye. yor fparkles in the roving eye, That feeks for treafure o’er the deep, No billow then can beat too high, No refilefs gale too boldly fweep ! But what lorn maid, alas! will boafi, The fpreading fail, or willing wind, ‘That wafts-her from-her native coaft To leave her fondeft hopes behind! ‘Wit, Women, and Wine. SV HEN Jove was refolv’d to create the round earth, | He fubpcenad the virtues divine— “Young Bacchus he fat Prefidentum of mirth, And the toaft was, “ wit, women, and wine.” The fentiment ticki’d the ear of each god—— Apollo he wink’d at the Nine; And Venus gave Mars, too, a fly wanton nod, When fhe drank to, “ wit, women, and wine.” Old Jove fhook his fides, and the cup put around, ‘While Juno, for once, look’d divine ; Thefe bleffings, fays he, fhall on earth now abound, And the: toaft is, “ wit, women, and wine.” -Thefe are joys, worthy gods, which to mortals are Riven, ‘Says’ Momus, who will not repine? -For what’s worth our notice, pray tell me, in heav‘n, If men have, “* wit, women, and wine ?” This joke you'll repent, I'll lay fifty to feven, ‘Such attraction no pow’r can decline; ‘OldJove, by yourfelf you will keep houfe in heav'n, For we'll follow “ wit, women and wine.” ‘Thou’ rt right,faysold Jove, let us henceto the earth, Men and gods think variety fine; _ “Who'd ftay in the clouds, when good nature and mirth é Are below with, “ wit, women, and wine.” °G..A. Stevens. , Duet. a has not thinn’d my flowing hair, Nor bent-me with his iron hand: Ah! why fo foon the bloffom tear, E’re autumn yet the fruit demand. ‘Let me enjoy the cheerful day, *Till many a year has o’er.me roll'd; Pleas’d, let me.trifie life away, And fing of love e’re I grow old. The Water King. A PANISH BALLAD, From the celebrated Romance of * The Monk.” wr gentle murmur flow’d the tide, While by the fragrant flow’ry fide The lovely maid, with carols gay, To Mary’s church purfu’ d her way. The water-fiend’s malignant eye Along the banks beheld her hie; Straight to’ his mother-witch he fped, And in fuppliant accents faid; » “Oh! mother! mother! row advife, “ How;L may yonder maid furprife: “ Oh!-mother! mother! now explain, ** How I may yonder maid obtain.” The witch fhe gave him armour white; She form’d him like a gallant knight; Of water clear next made her hand» A fteed, whofe houfings were. of fand. The water-king then:fwift he went; To Mary’s church his fleps he bent: He bound-his courfer to the door, And pac’d the church-yard three.times four. His courfer to the door bound’ he, And pac’d the church-yard four times three; Then haften’d up the ifle, where all The people:flock’d, both great and fmall. The prieft faid, as the knight drew near, “© And wherefore comes the white chief here ?” The lovely maid, fhe fmil’d afide ; “Oh! would-I were the white chief’s bride!” He ftepp’d o’ér benches one and two; “Oh t lovely maid, I die for you !” He ftepp’d o’er benches two and three ; “ Oh! Jovely. maiden, go with me!” Then fweetifhe fmil’d, the lovely maid:; And while fhe gave her hand, fhe faid, “ Betide my joy, betide my woe, * O’er hill, o’er dale, with thee I go.” The prieft their hands together joins: They dance while clear the.moon-beam fhines ; And little thinks the maiden bright, Her partner is the water-{pright. Oh! had fome fpirit deign’d to fing, «© Your partner is the water-king !”” - "Phe maid had fear and hate confefs’d, And curs’d the hand which then-the prefs’d. But nothing giving caufe to think How near fhe ftray’d to danger’s brink, Still on fhe went, and hand in hand The lovers reach’d the yellow fand, “ Afcend this fteed with me, my dear! « We needs muft crofs the fireamlet here : “ Ride boldly in; it is not deep; “The winds are hufh’d, the billows fleep.” Thus {poke the water- ~king. The maid ‘Her traitor-bride-groom’s wifh obey’d: And féon fhe faw the courfer lave Delighted with his parent wave. as Stoy ! ! top! my love! the water’s blue «“ F’en aow my fhrinking foot bedew.” “ Oh! lay_afide your fears, fweet heart ! “ We now have reach’d the deepeft part.” “Stop! ftop! my love: for now I fee ‘s The waters rife above my knee.” * Oh! lay afide your fears, fweet heart! ‘** We now have reach’d the deepeit part.” © Stop! flop! for God’s fake, flop! fot, oh!” “The waters o’er my bofom flow!” Scarce was the word pronounc’d, when knight And courfer yanith’d from her fight. ? “ ‘OLD BALLADS. She fhriéks: but fhsieks i in vain; oy high *. * BP ‘The wild winds rifing, dul) the cry; The fiend exults ; the billows dath, And o’er.the haplefs vidtim wath. Three times, while‘ftruggling with the ftream, The lovely maid was heard to feream 5 ; But when the tempeft’s rage was o’er, The lovely maid was feen no more. Warn’d by this tale, ye damfels fair, To whom you, give your love beware! Believe not ev'ry handfome knight, And dance not-with the water apright i ‘The Princefs Elizabeth. A ballad alluding to a flory recorded of her when.foe was prifoner at Woodftock, 1554: WRITTEN BY SHENSTONE. wre you hear how: -once-repining, | Great ‘Eliza. captive-lay ?. Each ambitious thought refigning, ‘Foe to riches,,pomp and {way ? ‘While the nymphs and fwains. delighted Tript around in all their pride ; ‘Envy ng joys by others flighted, Thus the royal maiden ery’d : * Bred on plains, or born in vallies, *“ Who would bid thofe feenes adieu? ‘«« Stranger,to the arts of malice, “ Who would:ever courts purfue? ‘‘ “Malice never taught to treafure, ‘“Cenfure never taught to bear: ‘* Love is all the fhepherd’s pleafure ; Love is all the damfel’s care. “‘ How can they of humble ftation ‘« Vainly-blame the pow’rs above ?. “ Or accufe the difpenfation “Which allows them all to taveh 3 « Loveilike air is Widely given; « Pow’r nor chance can thefe reftrain ; “ Trueft, nobleft gifts of heaven ! “ Only. pure on the plain! ce “ Peers can no fuch charms difcoyer, “© Allin ftars and garters dreft, «As, on Sundays, does the lover “ With his nofegay on his breaft. Pinks and rofes in-profufion, as « Seem to fade when Chloe’s near; Fops may ufe the fame allufion ; « But the fhepherd is fincere. 6 o ¢ n «“ Hark to yonder milk-maid finging® «© Chearly o’er the- brimming pail ; Cowflips all around her {pringing, “ Sweetly paint the golden vale; é > « . Never yet did courtly maiden “ Move fo {prightly, look fo fair; “ Never breaft with jewels laden “ Pour a fong fo void of care. ‘ . Would indulgent heav’n had granted “Me fome rural damfel’s part! All the empire had wanted @ «© Then had been my fhepherd’s heart. * Then, with him, o’er-hills and-mountains, “ Free from fetters, might I rove 5 Fearlefs tafte the chryftal fountains ; “ Peaceful fleep beneath the grove. < n ¢ -” Ruftics had been more forgiving ; | « Partial to my virgin bloom: « None had envy’d me when living ; 4‘ None had triumph’d o’er my tonib.” i Price, ¢ [ N umb.9YQ) One Penny, CHARMS OF MELODY, SIREN MEDLEY. The Plan of the Publifher is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Son Ss, anci : nD aes ? , S, ancient and worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Bunting Teed at Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Irifh, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. I j How oft’ when cooling Zephyrs play. How oft’ when cooling zephyrs play, | On Lodden’s fertile fide, 1 with my love have pafs’d the day, - He afk’d me for his bride: O, the tongue, the babbling tongue, That did my heart betray—’ He prefs, I blufh’d, he wept, I figh’d, And look’d my heart away. But men our eaty love difdain, And real bleffings milfs, No longer, pleas’d but while we feign, To check the offer’d kifs: _ ‘O, the pang, the killing pang, « - When flighted maids complain : Should Edmund fpurn his Jane and blifs, *T would rend my heart in twain. | On by the Spur of Valour. O* by the fpur of valour goaded, , ,Piftols prim’d and carbines loaded, Courage, firike, my hearts of feel ; While each {park thro’ the dark gloom of night, Lends a clear and cheering light, | Who a fear, or doubt can feel ? Like ferpents now thro’ thickets creeping, ‘Then on our prey like lions leaping ; Calvette to the onfet lead us, , Let the weary trav’ller dread us; Struck with terror and amaze, While our fwords with lightning blaze. Thunder to our carbines roaring, Burfting clouds in torrents pouring ; With the fanguine dagger’s blade, Ours a free and roving trade; To the onfet let’s away, Valour-cails and we obey. SAFE : Our Wives at Home. C)ve wives at home, your hufband gone, To them leave care and thinking. While gaily we the hours pafs on In laughing and in drinking. | The real joys of love are fhar'd - By thofe who are difcreetett; Andvhere’s his health who firtt declar’d, Stol’n pleafures are the fweeteft. in the Englith Language, : : Humorous, Sea, and Political To which will be added, a complete Index. Smiling Nan. — Wet fhould failor’s do on fhore, : Kifs the girls and tofs the cann, When the cannons ceafe to roar ; Sweet’s the voice of fmiling Nan. Bring me firft a {pacious bow], Deeper than the plummet’s found ; Bring me next a gen’rous foul; That in loving knows no bound. Ever flowing let it be, While the waves good liquor prove; Then, my hearts, we'll keep to fea, Sailing with the girls we love. Nancy be my true love’s name, Aad to compliment my dear ; Bonny fhip fecure thy fame, Thou the dariing title bear. To guard and blefs my native realm, Smiling thus old Neptune fpoke ; I place my William at the helm, Royal Will is heart of oak. ‘Whether moor’d, or on a cruife, Sailors be at peace or war; Prize the linftock, brim the boofe, Sing, long live a Royal Tar. Little Sally. GoM buy poor Sally’s wooden ware, Who all for money barters, My pins, my toys, my fhoe-knots rare, My bodkins, lace, and garters : Full cheap my various goods ! fell, Thro’ village, ftreet, and alley, In London where I’m known full well, They call me little Sally. Now thus from town to town I ftray, Light-hearted free from forrow, And when I eat my meal to-day, I care not for to-morrow : So ne’er again I’ll London ‘fee, But range each hill and valley, Come buy a trifle, fir, from me, And think‘of ‘little Sally. PUBLISHED’ at N10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, AT} 7 Q \ . 7 ery Where complete © ‘ Sete, or fir le Numbers, can ve had. ar eee THE CHARMS OF MELODY. ' ‘Mary Fair. Set to the beautiful Irith Tune of Onagh. [N early youth I firft beheld “ The fair one I’m fo bold to name, And fince that time, I vow, ’tis true, My heart I never could regain; She charms me, Alarms me, ‘ . The Loves and graces on her wait, Her bright eyes With furprize * And pleafure every heart elate ; For who with feelings foft poffefs’d, Can view her fweet enchanting air, ‘But-muft with tender fighs confefs, The dazzling charms of Mary Fair. L + ‘As once from angling home I came, And laid my fifhing-tackle down; An envious hook that near her hung, By chance had faften’d in her gown: , ' Like one entrane’d I-then advane’d, The charming maid to difengage ; Ah! well-a-day, poor Anna. 7,‘AIR Anna lov’d a ruftic boy, And William was the fhepherd’s name: In him was center’d all ‘her joy, For her he glow’d with equal flame: ’ ‘His cruel father knew he lov’d, And fore’d. him o’er the feas away ; Alone and fad poor Anna rov'd, And thus fung-out-— ah! well-a-day: ’- Ah! well-a-day, well-a-day, well-a-day,ah! well- 4 a-day, Sigh, fond heart, figh, fond heart, figh,fond heart, _ but do not'break, Deep in. love, deep.in love, deep in love, but dare not {peak. A wealthy neighbour woo'd the:maid, ‘His gold the fordid mother won: The gentle Anna thus betray’d, Was fore’d to church and was undone; Returning back fhe met‘her love, “ Ah! William, dear!” ‘fhe fondly cry’d, “* May you a happier fortune prove!” She prefs’d his hand—the ‘figh’d, and dy’d. Ah! well-a-day, well-a-day, well-a-day,.ah! well- -a-day, When i hea Gentle hearts, gentle ‘hearts, gentle hearts too foon She fix’d ate ‘ . will break, — ; ‘Whofe torture nothing can afluage-: Deep in love, deep.in love, deep in love, but:dare ‘Then at Cupid’s fhrine I bow, not {peak. t. For what on earth can I compare? Not all the gems the Eaft can boatt, “The Arethufa. With the f{plendid charms of Mary Fair. com E all ye jolly failors bold, " Whofe hearts are-caft in honour’s mold, While Englifh glory I unfold, , ‘Huzza to the Arethufa. She is.a frigate tight and.brave, As ever ftem’d the dafhing wave; ’ Her men are ftaunch, ‘To their fav’rite launch, And when the.foes fhall-meet our fire, Sooner than ftrike we'll all expire, On board the Arethufa. “Twas with the fpring fleet we fail’d out, “The Englith channell-to cruife about, ‘When four French fail, in fhew fo ftout, Bore down on the Arethufa. “The:fam’d-Belle Poule ftraight a head did lie, “The Arethufa feem’d to fly, Not atheet, or a tack “Or a brace did fhe flack, Tho’ the Frenchmen laugh’d and thought it fluff, But they knew-not the handful of men.how ‘tough, ‘On board of the Arethufa. ‘On deck five hundred men did dance, The ftouteft they could find in France, We with two hundred did advance, On board of the Arethufa. Our captain hail’d the Frenchmen, “ ho!” ‘The Frenchmen then cry’dout, * hallo!’ * Bear down, d’ye fee, « To our admiral’s lee,” 4*No, no,” fays the Frenchman -* that can’t be :” « Then I muft lug you along with me,” Says the faucy Arethufa. The fight was off the Frenchman’s land, We fore’d them back upon the (trand, For we fought till not a flick would ftand, Of the gallant Arethufa. © And now we’ve driven the foe afhore, ‘Never to fight with Britons more, het each fill.a glafs, To his favorite lafs, A health to our captain, and officers true, And all that belong to the jovial créw, On board of the Arethufa, { ‘So like old Ocean’s king, when ftruck, The harpoon’s in his vitals home Straight to the bottom of the deep In agonies he fhuns his doom ;. The means he'll try, His pains to fly, The greater ftill his torments are; *Till loft in breath, He-findsin death .. That eafe which is deny’d him here: ‘His cafe with mine feems to combine, ’ Of this I fee I’ve much to fear ; But while I live all praife P’ll give To the matchlefs-charms of Mary Fair. Still let France and England boaft, : Their-beauteous daughters fine and gay; . ‘Thofe fam’d belles are not my toaft; Tho’ blooming as the flow’rs in May : Their limbs neat They think a treat, Terne’s fons but feldom view; They thew them high When we are nigh, . En vain they think fuch fights are new; What jealoufy extreme muft feize ‘Them, when they have furvey’d with care, "The looks, the fhape, the mein and gait ‘Of the young Hibernian Mary Fair! What raptures then muft he exprefs, On whom fhe places her regard? Who from her fweet enliv’ning fmiles And heav’nly voice is not debarr’d’. Tranfports great Muft him await, ‘Yf-like me, her worth he owns; Of her poffefs’d, te. He will be blefs’d; 2 Nor value then dame -Fortune’s frowns;. ‘Tf deftin’d to fuch joys I am, rr It e’er fhall be my-chieteft-care, To blefs the day when firft I faw The.charming, lovely, Mary Fair. tat ~ Anna’s Urn. ~J°NCOMPASS’D in an angel’s frame, Ss An angel’s virtue lay, Loo foon did'heav’n affert its claim, And call its own away. My Anna’s wotth,:my Anna’s charms, Muft never more retutn, What now fhall fill thefe widow’d:agms? _ Ah, me! my Anna’s Urn, Bach rural fcene my Anna lov’d, Around our peaceful cot, Contentment’s beams for ever fhone, So happy was her lot! ‘But Anna’s gone, and {weet content, Will never more return, - You ne’er fha!! find it, flutt’ring heart, ' But in my Anha’s Urn. -Pleafures which led each rural fcene, _ Are now for ever flown, The fweets of each returning year, Are fled now Anna’s gone! Thither her village friends fhall hafte, Around the fpot to mourn ! The fleecy charge fhall ceafe to graze, And bleat round Anna’s Urn. Around its bafe to deck the fpot, * Vl rifle from my bower, The woodbine, jefs'mime, myrtle, rofe, _ And ev’ry fragrant flower. At eve, when Pheebus quits the plain, ~ And at its firft return, ‘You'll find she watering with my tears, The fhrubs round Anna’s Urn. ‘The valiant Tar. YS had the blufhing morning, ; Wo00’d the waves with tender light, Then, the azure plain adorning, ; A diftant veffel rofe in fight. Aloft, the crowding failors viewing, Her mifty fails with ftraining eye: In fancy now the foe fubduing, ‘A-prize! a prize! exulting cry. ~The boatfwain’s whiftle loud and thrilling, Shames the tardy fleeping wind, ‘We fire our guns, but all unwilling, _ She crowds her fails—we’re left behind. At length the breeze affords affiftance, Right afore the wind’s our courte, We clear our decks——fhe threats refiitance, | And proudly boafts fuperior force. Amid her thunder boldly fteering, ~ Qur batter’dahip almoft a wreck: With fteady courage perfevering, They boards-they florm her gory deck. Her wounded captain—life difdaining, _ Yet mourning o’er his gallant crew, Calts a laft look on thofe remaining, Then firikes to fave the valiant crew- ~ Ye Gods! ye gave to mea Wile. iV gods! ye gave to me a wife, Out of your grace and favour, To be the comfort of my life, And I was glad’to have her: But if your providence divine _ For greater blifs defign her; _-VTo obey your will, at any time, - V'm ready to.refign her. The Devil to pay: - And fpell’d for comfort, d’er the lid. THE CHARMS OF MELODY. | a0 ‘Money is your Friend. if OF friendfhip I have heard much talk, But you'll find in the end, That if diftrefs’d at any rate, : Then money is your friend. — ‘ Les money, Ge. If you are fick, and like to die, And for the doctor fend, To him you muft advance a fee; Then money:is your friend. - Yes, money, Se. ‘If you should have a fuit at law, On which you much depend, ‘You muft pay the lawyer for his brief ; Then money is your friend : Pet Yes, money, Se. Then let me have but ftore of gold From ills it will defend, ; In ev’ry-exigence of life; Dear money is your friend. Yes, money, &e. The Token. hee breeze was frefh, the thip in ftays, Each breaker hufh’d, the fhore ahaze, When Jack no more on duty call’d, His true love’s tokens overhaul’d, ’ The broken gold, the braided hair, * The tender motto writ fo fair, Upon his *bacco box he views, ‘Upon his *bacco box he views, ‘Nancy the poet, love the mufe, If you loves I, as-I love you, No pair fo happy as us two. The ftorm that like a fhapelefs wreck, Had ftrew’d with rigging all the deck, The tars for fharks had given-a feaft, And left the fhip a hulk, had oeas’'d: * When Jack, as with his mefimates dear, He fhar’d the grog their hearts to cheer, Took from his ’bacco box a quid, Tf you loves 1, Se. The battle that with horror grim, Had.madly ravag’d life and limb, Had fcupper’s drenchi'd with human gore, And widow’d many a wife—was o’er: ‘When Jack to his companions dear, Firft paid the tribute of a tear, Then as his “bacco box he’held, Reftor'd his comfort as he fpell’d, . Tf you toves i, fe. ‘The voyage had been long and hard, ‘But, that had yielded full reward, That brought each failor to his friend, Happy and rich w#s at an end: ‘When Jack his toils gnd perils o’er, Beheld his Nancy on the:fhore, He then the *bacco box difplay’d And cry’d, and feiz’d the yielding maid, Tf you loves 1, Se. When I think on your Truth. | aye J-think on your truth I can doubt you no more, I blame all the fears I gave way to before; I Say to my heart, be at reft, and believe, Whom once fhe has ehoien fhe never will leave. But ah! when I chink oneach ravifhing grace, The beams, and the fmiles of that heavenly fate; J tremble again, and again apprehend Some fortunate rival in every friend. Saas CUCU So A ‘Aleanzor and Zaida. A MOORISH-TALE. | £ IMITATED, FROM THE SPANISH? BY PERCY. OY TLY blow the evening breezes, Softly fall the dews of night 5 Yonder walks the Moor conan, ; Shunning every glare of light. In yon pallace lives fair Zaida, Whom he loves with flame fo pure; Lovelieft fhe of Moorifh ladies, He a young and noble Moor. : Waiting for the appointed minute, Oft he paces to and fro; Stopping now, now moving forwards, Sometimes quick, and fometimes flow. Hope and fear alternate teize him, Oft he fighs with heart-felt care.— See, fond youth, to yonder window . Sartty fteps the timorous fair. Lovely feems the moon’s fair luftre To the loft benighted fwain, When all filvery bright fhe rifes, Gilding mountain, grove, and plain. Lovely feems the fun’s full glory To the fainting feaman’s eyes, When fome-horrid ftorm fuppreffing, O’er the waves his radiance flies. But a thoufand times more lovely | To her longing lover’s fight Steals half-feen the beauteous maiden Thro’ the glimmerings of the night. ‘Tip-toe ftands the anxious lover, Whifpering forth a gentle fighss “ Alla§ keep thee, lovely lady! ; “Tell me,.am I doom’d to die? ‘ «« Ts it true, the dreadful ftory, ‘* Which thy damfel tells my. page, That feduc'd by fordid riches, “ Thou wilt fell thy youth to age? « An old lord from Antiquera “ Thy ftern father brings along: « But canfi thou, inconftant Zaida, “ Thus confent my love’to wrong? “Tf "tis true, now plainly tell me, - “ Nor thus trifle with my woes: «Hide not then from me the fecret, ** Which the world fo clearly knows.” Deeply figh’ d the confcious maiden, | - While the pearly tears defcend : ** Ah! my my lord, too true the ftory! “ Here our tender loves muft end. ‘“‘ Our fond friendfhip is difcover’d, «“ Well are known our mutual vows+ «All my friends are full of fury, ~« Storms of paffion fhake the houfe. “ Threats, reproaches, feats furround me; i “My ftern father breaks my heart; ** Alla knows how dear it cofts me, - ‘«‘ Generous youth, from thee to part. « Ancient wounds of hoftile fury “* Long have rent our houfe and thine; « Why then did thy fhining merit (4° Win this tender heart of mine? - §& Alla-ic the Mahometaa Name of God. ’ ‘ - '} - oe eee OLD BALLADS.. Well thou know ft what cruel chidings, s Ske « Well thou know?ft how dear I Jove thee, | «Spite of all their hateful pride, . . ee aes “ Tho’ I fear’d my haughty father aes | « Ne’er would let me be thy bride. «« Oft I’ve from my mother borne, « What I’ve fuffer’d here to meet thee. ~ Still at eve and early morn. “\T no longer may refift them ; Pe « All, to force my hand ela Bait twee « And to-morrow to thy rival enn “ This weak frame 1 muft refign. ’ “ Yet think not thy faithful Zaida “ Can furvive fo great a wrong; “Well my breaking heart affures me «“ That my woes will not'be long. “* Farewel then, my dear Alcanzor! “ Farewel too my life with thee ! “ Take this fearfe, a parting token ; “ When thou wear’ft it, think on me. * Soon, lov’d youth, fome worthier maiden ‘« Shall reward thy generous:truth ;} ‘* Sometimes tell her how thy Zaida “ Dy’d for thee in prime of youth.” —To him all amaz’d , confounded, Thus fhe did her woes impart : Deep he figh’d, then cry’d O Zaida! * Do not, do‘ not break my heart. | “ Canft thou think I thus will lofe ns . ** Canft thou hold my love fo fmall? “No! a thoufand times I’ll perifh !— « My curft rival too fhall fall. “-Canft thou, wilt thou, yield thus to them? “QO break forth, and fly to,me!' “ This fond heart fhall bleed to fave thee, “ Thefe fond arms thall thelrer thee.’—= “Tis in vain, in vain, Aleanzor, © °°) “ Spies furround me, bars fecure : 4« Scarce I fteal this laft dear moment, “ While my damfel keeps the dooy., « . ¢ Hark! I hear my father Htorming * “ Hark, I hear my mother chide’! “J muft go: farewel for ever! — « Gracious Alla be thy eee AP The mad Maid’s Song. Cp 00D mera to the day fo fair, - Good-morrow, fir, to you; Good-morrow to my own torn hair, - Bedabbl’d with thedew. . # Good-morrow to this primrofe too; 5 Good-morrow to each maid, That will with flow’rs the tomb BATE WV Where my love is laid. I'll feek him there! I know, ere fe The cold, cold earth doth fhake him; _ But-I will go, or fend a kifs” oo Sd 4 By you, fir, toawake him. oes Pray, hurt him not; though he be dead, He knows well w is do lots him; And who with green turfs rear his head, And who do ‘rudely move him. He’s foft and tender—pray, take heed— With bands of cowflips bing 1 him; ‘ And bring him home——but ’us deer ceed ah Phat 1 “fhall never find him. | - Tf you pleafe, ma’am’”’ faid he, “‘ from experience — THE CHARMS ©F MELODY, OLR ENS ME DL ¥ _ Ballinamona Ora. CR EVER I’m going and all the day long, At home and abroad, or alone in a throng, I find that my paffion’s fo lively and ftrong, ‘Phat your name when I’m filent runs ftill in my fong, Sing Balinamona Ora, Balinamona Ora, A kifs of your fie. lips for me. Since the firft time I faw.you I take no repofe, ‘I fleep all the day to forget half my woes, ‘So hot is the flame in my bofom which glows, By St. Patrick I fear it will burn thro’ my cloaths. Sing Balinamona ora, &c. Your pretty black eyes for: me. The Sailor Boy. OLL! dang it how d’ye do? 4 Nan, won’t you g’us a bufs? Why, what’s to do with you? Why here’s a pretty fufs! Why, what’s to do with you? Why here’s a pretty fufs! Say, fhan’t we kifs and toy? I goes to fea fo more; ' | Oh! I’m the failor boy ‘For capering afhore, ‘Oh! I’m the failor boy, For capering afhore. Father he *prenticé’d: me All to a coafting thip, ~ I b’ing refolv’d d’ye fee To give ’em all the flip, I-got to Yarmouth fair, : P Where'I had been before, eT So father found-‘me there, A capering afhore. Oh! Pm the failor boy, ee ’ ‘In my confcience’I' fear I fhall die in the grave, Unlefs you comply and poor Phelim will fhave, And grant the-petition your lover does crave, “Who never was free till you made him your flave. . Sing Balinamona ora, &%c. Your pretty black eyes for me. “On that happy day when I make you my bride, With a {winging long fword how I’ll ftrutt and I’ ftride. In a coach and fix horfes my honey I'll ride »On a pillion before you, clofe by your left fide. ‘Sing Balinamona ora, &c. - Your lily white fift for me. _ In the-dead of the Night. A wee the dead of the night, when withlabour oppreft, L All mortals enjoy’d the calm bleffings of eafe, Cupid knock’d at my window ‘difturbing my reit, -* Who’s there?” I demanded, “ begone if you pleafe” He anfwer’d fo meekly, fo modeft and mild, « Dear ma’am it is.I, an unfortunate child, «Tis a cold rainy night, I am wet to the fkin, #*, And I have loft my way,-ma’am, fo pray let me in” Next out to India, I-went a Guinea pig, We got to Table Bay, But mind a pretty rig, The fhip driving out to fea, Left me and many more, Among the Hottenpots, A capering afhore. Oh! I’m. the failor boy, See I love a bit of hop,’ Life’s ne’er the worfer for’t, Ms If in‘my wake fhould drop, we ‘A‘fiddle, “ that’s your fore,” Thrice tumble up a hoy Once get the labour o’er, Then tee the failor boy, A capering afhore. Oh! I’m the failor boy, See = Water, parted from the Sea. Water, parted Prox the fea, May increafe the river’s tide, © To the bubbling fount may flee, Or thro’ jertile vallies glide : No fooner from cold and from wet he got eafe, ‘Than taking his bow, he faid “‘ ma’am,if you pleafe, .L know, «The rain has not damaged the ftrings of my bow.” Away tripp’d the urchin, as brifk as a bee, 1 And laughing; “ I with you much joy, ma’am” faid e, Bie *« My bow is not damaged, nor yet 1s my dart, ~ # But you will have trouble in bearing the {mart.” _ Though, in fearch of loft repofe .. Thro’ the land ’tis free to roam, Still it murmurs as it flows, . Panting for it’s native home. Artasirnes ws ; , «oS — / 8g THE CHARMS OF. MELODY. : ; , Date Obolum Belifario! (Bt ! Fortune, how ftrangely thy gifts are ewlnd- How ee to thy fhame, thy caprice is recorded ! As the wife, great and good of thy frowns feldom ‘teape any, Witnefs brave Bélifarius, who begg’d for an half- penny! Date obolum, date obolum, Date oboluim, Belifario. He whofe fame from his valdur and vidt’ries arofe, fir, Of his country the fhield, and the feourge of her foes, fir, By his poor faithful dog, blind and aged was led, fir, With one foot in the grave, thus to beg for his bread, fir. Date Peer Se. When a young Roman knight in the flreet. paffing by, fir, ‘The vet’ran furvey’d, with a heart rending figh, fir, And a purfe in his helmet he'drop’d with a tear, fir, Whuile the foldier’ s fad tale thus attracted his ear, fir. Date cbolum, @e. « T have fought, I have bled, I have conquer’d for Rome, fir, «J have crown’d her with laurels which for ages will bloom, fir, “Tye enrich’d her with wealth, fwell’d her pride and her power, fir, “ T efpous’d her for life, and difgrace is my dow’r, fir. Date obolum, ec. * Yet blood I ne’er wantonly wafted at random; « Lofing thoufands their lives with a nill defperan- dum ; « By each conqueft I gain’d I made friend and foe know, “ That my foul’s only aim was pro publico bono. Date obolum, &e. « T no colonies loft by Five to enflave them, “« T of Romans free rights never ftrove to bereave them ; «Nor bow down their necks to the yoke for. my pleafure, “Nor the empire difmember’d, nor fquander’d its treafure. ‘Date obolum, Fee ac Nor: yet for my friends, for my kindred, or felf, fir, * Has my glory been ftain’d by the bafe : view of pelf, fir, < #4 fordid defigns I’ve fo far from been ferv- “ Old: Sd blind I’ve no choice but of begging or flarving. Date obolum, ec. “ Now if foldier, ¢ or ftatefman, of what age or nation, *« He hereafter may be, fhould hear this relation; “ And of eye-fight bereft; fhould. like me grope his way, fir, « The bright fun-beams of virtue will turn night to day, fir. \Date obolum, Fe. ~ So I to diftrefs and to darknefs inur’d, fir, « In this vile cruft of clay when no longer i immur ‘d, fir, «© At death’s welconie ftroke my bright Seatte fhall begin, fir, a6 Andes enjoy endlefs days frow, the fun fhine ‘withip Time: ’ Cap ciers foe to human joy, Still varying with the fleeting day; With thee the pureft raptures cloy, The faireft profpects fade away; Nor worth, nor pow’r, thy wings can bind, All earthly pleafures fly with thee : Inconftant as the waving wind, ‘That plays upon the jummer fea. I court thee not, ungentle guelt, For I have e’er been doom’d to find, Life’s gayeft hour but idly dreft, . With fweets that pall the fick’ning mind. When fmiling Hope with placid mien, Around my couch did fondly play, Full oft thy airy form I’ve feen, On downy pinions glide away. -If fuch thy gifts, O, Time! for thee My fated ‘heart: fhall ne’er repine, - I bow content to Fate’s decree, And with thy thorns thy rofes twine. Yet, e’er thy fickle reignfhall end, The balmy fweets of friendfhip’s hour, J’ll with my cup of forrow blend, And fmile regardlefs-6f thy pow’r. “One Summer Eve. ie NE. {fummer eve,.as Nancy fair, Sat {pinning in the dfhade, While foaring: tky- larksfhook the air In warbling o’er her head ; In tender cooes the pigeons woo'd, (Love’s impulfe all muft’feel) She fung, but ftill: her work purfu’d, And turn’d her {pinning wheel. “While thus I work with rock and reel, So life by time is {pun ; And as runs round my {pinning wheel, . The world turns up and down. ‘Some rich to-day, to-morrow low, While I no changes feel, But get my bread by {weat of brow, And turn.my {pinning wheel. From me let. man.and woman too This home-fpun leffon learn, . Not mind what other people do, But eat the bread they earn: If none were fed, were that to be, But what detaxe’d a meal, Some ladies, then, as well as me, ~ Muft turn their {pinning wheel. The rural toaft, with fweeteft tone, Thus fung her witlefs ftrain, When o’er the lawn limp’d gammer Joan,’ And brought home Nancy’s {wain : “Come” cries the dame ** Nance, here’s airy Spotl Away throw rock and reel,” Blythe Nancy, with the bonny news, O’erfet. her {pinning wheel. With early Horn. “With early horn falute the morn That gilds this charming place ; “With chearful cries bid echo rife, : And join the jovial chafe. Hi The vocal hills around, ’ . ‘The waving woods, iin Me chryitelfledde i) aie oe ‘THE CHARMS OF MELODY. My Temples with Clufters. WL. temples with clufters of grapes I’1l entwine, And barter all joys for a goblet of wine, In fearch of a Venus no longer I’ll run, But ftop and forget her at Bacchus’s tun. Yet why thus refolve to relinquith the fair ? Tis a folly with fpirits like mine to defpair ; For what mighty charms can be found in a glafs, Tf not fill’d to the health of fome favourite lafs? *Tis woman whofe charms can each rapture impart, And lend a new fpring to the pulfe of the heart ; ‘The mifer himfelf (fo fupreme is her fway) . Grows a convert to love and refigns her his key. At the found of her voice, Sorrow lifts up his head, And Poverty liftens well pleas’d from his fhed ; While Age, in an ecitacy, hobbling along, Beats time with his crutch to the tune of her fong. Then bring me a goblet from Bacchus’s hoard, The largeft and deepeft that ftands on the board ; Tl fill up a. brimmer and drink to the fair ; *Tis the toaft of a lover, and pledge it who dare. . : Mr. WoWoty, “When I drain the rofy Bowl. —oe I drain the rofy bow], Joy exhilirates my foul ; “To the Nine I raife my fong, Ever fair, and ever young. When full cups my cares difpel, Sober counfel then farewel ; — Let the winds, that murmur, fweep All my forrows.to the deep. “When I drink dull time away, - Jolly Bacchus, ever gay, Leads me to delightful bow’rs, ‘Full of fragrance, full of flow’rs, While I quaff the-fparkling wine, And my locks with rofes twine, Then I praife life’s rural fcene, Sweet, fequefter’d and ferene. When I drink the bowl profound, Richeft fragrance flowing round, And fome lovely nymph detain, Venus then infpires the ftrain ; ‘When from goblets deep and wide, T exhauft the gen’rous tide, All my foul unbends—I play, -~Gamefome with the young and gay. | Believe my Sighs. ar PEE my fighs, my tears, my dear, Believe the heart you've won ; Believe my vows to you fincere, Or, Peggy, I’m undone: “You fay I’m fickle, apt to change At every face that’s new; “OF all the girls 1 ever faw, I ne’er lov’d one like you. “My heart was once a Hake of ice, *Till thaw’d by your bright eyes; Then warm’dit kindled, in a trice,’ A flame that never dies: Then take and try me, and you'll find A. heart that’s kind and true ; Of all the girls I ever faw, : 4 2 sada” = a CRAMER eee AS). 9 ite. AA ee as =a) a MI te Nea she * 83 Hey Down Derry. a France, thro’ all the German regions, : I’ve rang’d rare objects to difcover ; Seen pretty women in fuch legions, I thought myfelf return’d to Dover: Brifk mufic made-me gay, And lively all the way, For no tune’s dull that once was merry, With him that loves the hey down derry. The Spanith Belle I’ve ferenaded, And many a night with the fweet guitar, Beneath the lettice grate paraded, Now tinkle, tinkle, then gara lara: “Twas mufic made me gay, And lively all the way: For no tune’s dull that once was merry, To him that love’s the hey down derry. The Fair of Italy to capture, A different ftyle the men invent-o: To ‘her the canzonet gives rapture, Nel.cor piu non-mi fento ; Such mufic has its day, But is not in my way; ‘Yet no tune’s dull that once was merry, With him that loves the hey down derry. Round would the girls of Ruffia chatter, And view me o’er with looks of pleafure; Their cymbals founded clitter clatter, And they tript-in the fprightly meafure ; Such mufic has its day, ‘But is not in-my way}; “Yet no tunes dull that once was merry, To him that loves the hey down derry. Round would the girls of Ruffia chatter, Hey! only eye him, what a wonder! The cimbals founded clitter clatter, And the big drum rumbled thunder; © Such mufic has its day, But is not'in my way; “Yet no tune’s dull that once was merry, “To him that loves the hey down derry. Love is the-caufe of Mourning. By a murmuring ftream a fair fhepherdefs lay, “« Be - kind, O ye nymphs,” I oft-times heard her , ays ‘« Tell Strephon I die, if he paffes this way, «¢ And that love is the caufe of my mourning. “ Falfefhepherdsithat tell me of beauty and charms: * You deceive me, for Strephon’s'cold heart neve warms ; « Yet bring.me this Strephon, let me dye in his arms, “Oh! Strephon the caufe of my mourning. «“ But firft,” faid the “let. me go «¢ Down to the thades below, “ E’er ye let Strephon know “ That Uhave lov’d him fo’; « Then-on my pale cheek no blufhes will fhow «: That love was the caufe of my mourning.” Her eyes were fearce clos’d whenStrephon came by, He thought fhe’d been fleeping and foftly drewnigh; But finding her breathlefs, “ oh heavens!” did he cry, “« Ah Chloris! the caufe of my mourning. “«“ Reftore me my Chloris, ye nymphs ufe your.art” They fighing, reply’d * twas yourfelf thor the dart «: That wounded the tender young fhepherdefs” heart _ “ And kill’d the poor Chloris with mourning.” « Ab then is Chloris dead, «© Wounded by me?” he faid, T’ll follow thee, chafte maid, * * Down to the filent fhade.” © 4 ~ Bryan and ‘Pereene. BY GRAINGER: A WEST-INDIAN BALLAD. Pounded on areal fa that happened in the [land of Oh Chrifiopher’s. Ee north-eaft wind did brifkly blow, The fhip was fafely moor’d, _ Young Bryan thought the boat’s crew flow, And fo leapt over-board. _ Pereene, the pride of Indian dames, His heart long held in thrall, ° And whofo:his impatience blames, I wot ne’er.lov’d at all. A long, long year, a month and day, He dwelt on Englifh land, Wor once in thought or deed would ftray, Tho’ ladies fought his hand. For Bryan he was tall.and ftrong, Right blythfome roll’d his een, Sweet ‘was his voice when’er he fung, He fcant had twenty feen. But who the countlefs charms can draw, That grac’d his miftrefs true? Such charms the old world feldom faw, Nor oft I ween the new. Her raven hair play’d round-her neck, _ Like tendrils-of the vine; Her cheek red dewy rofe-buds deck, Her eyes like diamonds fhine. Soon as his well-known fhip fhe fpied, She caft her weeds away; ‘And to the palmy: fhore fhe hi’d, All in her beft array. In fea-green-filk fo neatly clad, She there impatient ftood ; ‘The crew with wonder.faw the lad Repel the foaming flood. Her hands a handkerchief difplay’d, _ “Which he at parting gave ; Well pleas’d the token he furvey’d, And maplier beat the wave. ‘Her fair companions one and all Rejoicing crowd the ftrand; For now her lover fwam in call, And almoft touch’d the land. Then through the white furf did fhe hafte, To clafp her lovely fwain ; When, ah! a fhark bit through his waift : His heart’s blood dy’d the main! _ He fhriek’d! his half fprang from the wave, Streaming with purple gore, And foon it found a living grave, And ah! was feen no more. « Now hafte, now hafte ye maids, I pray, « Fetch water from the fpring :” She falls, fhe fwoons, fhe dies away, _ And foon her knell they ring. WNow.each may-morn around her tomb, Ye fair, frefh flowrets ftrew; So may your lovers {cape hisdoom, =, © Her haplefs fate ‘{cape you! 4 < “ age pas we | ry - ; oe ‘ 4.0 dA, | ane % 4 i2. ), = tbh e+ OLD BALLADS. * Colin and Nancy. - Frok daring feats of ruftic fport, And carolling his am’rous ftrains, In Aram’s vale was Colin fam’d The blytheft fhepherd of the plains. Full oft’ has Lune reftrain’d his rage, And flowly roll’d:his flood alang, As lift’ning to the tuneful fwain,. _ To catch the cadence of his fong. Ah, ruthlefs ftream of femblance falfe ! Thy waters murmur’d to betray. Hyenas thus, by nature fell, ' Seem plaintive to allure their prey. | What time the flocks were fafely penn’d, “And mild the day’s laft luftre grew, To join the playful village youth, Acrofs the plain young Colin flew. Thrice from a wych-elm’s wither’d bough __A raven gave a boding croak ‘And thtice*in anfwer, fereech’d an owl, From the deep hollow of an oak. Yet all ih'vain! the ill-omer"d youth — On the cliff’s fummit naked ftood, ‘The fwains attention proudly claim’d, Then headlong plung’d into the flood. ~~ J ee ho Weep every Naiad of the.ftream ! Dath’d on a rock, he groaning dy’d, And with a lucklefs lover's blood Polluted is your filver tide! ~The villagers foon heard-the tale, . ‘Faft to the river’s fide they fled— « Alas! alas, the day” they cry’d, And many a piteous tear they fhed. “Young Nancy, Doran’s daughter fair, > Whofe bloom the biufh of morn outvies ; Whofe fong excels the linnet’s lay, ‘She fwifteft flew with weeping eyes _ When her pale lover fhe beheld !—~ Herfelf as pale !—in deep defpair, And filent woe, her hands fhe wrung, And wildly rent her lovely hair. « And muft wethus” fhe, frantic faid, « Thus muft we folemnize our vows! «Yet thall not death my hopes bereave, “ For, ev’n in death, I thee efpoufe! . Then on his clay-cold corfe fhe fell, And ciafp'd it to her breaking heart, And dying, figh’d, “ I now am thine “ My Colin! never more to part! Like two young rofes on a ftem, Lopt by the pruner’s hook away, Ere half their luftre was difclos’d, In with’ring bloom the lovers lay. One grave receiv’d them; where is fountl The primrofe and the vi'let pale: And Jong their haplefs fate was wept By ev'ry eye in Aram’s vale. ead he aT. SIREN THE CHARMS OF MELODY, MED LEY % Saturday Night will come again. TS faid of vent’rous failors, meee we leave the fhore, Our friends fhould. neues & Left we return, ‘To bleft their fight no more; ‘ But this is all a notion re Bold fack can’t underftand. Some dieupon the ocean, And fome upon the land. Then fince ’tis clear, ‘Howe’er we fteer,, “No-man’s life’s under his command. Let-tempefts howl, And billows roll, And danger, prefs ; Of thofe, in fpight, there are fome joys Us jolly tars to blefs, For Saturday night will come, my boys, ‘To drink to Poll and Befs. One feaman hands the fail, another heaves the log, The purfer fwops Our pay for flops, The landlord fells us grog. Then each man to his ftatio To keep life’s fhip in trir What argufies noration { ar The reft is all a whim. -Cheerly my hearts, aa: Then play your parts, : Boldly refolve to fink or wim | The mighty furge % May ruin urge, And danger prels ; Of thofe, in fpight, ec. ‘For all the world’s juft like the ropes about the fhip, Each man’s rigg’d out, A veffel ftout, To take for life a trip. The fhrouds, and’ fie and braces, Are joys, and hopes, and fears, The hawlyards, fheets, and traces, Still, as each paffion veers, And whim prevails, se D> set the fails, Tiny ‘As onth. fea of life he fleers. Theo let the ftorm, ~~ Heay’ns face deform, 4 \ Lacuy er ie ; aa «35h There’s Something in Kiffing. HERE?’s a fomething in kiffing— I cannot tell why, Makes my heart in a tumult Jump more than breaft high ; For nine times in ten, So teazing And pleafing, “We find thofe-rude creatures, The dear kiffing men, £ That we with it repeated again, and again, Though a kifs ftops my breath, ‘Oh! how little care:I, ; Since a woman at fome time Or other muft die! For nine times in ten, So teazing, And pleafitg, ‘We find thofe dear creatures, The dear kiffing men, That we with it repeated again, and again, At Dawn I rofe. T dawn.I rofe with jocund glee, For joyful was the day, That could this bleffing give to me, Now joy is fled away. Jenny. Nor flocks, nor herds, nor. ftores of gold, Nor houfe, nor home have I; If beauty muft be bought and fold, + Alas! I cannot buy. Jenny: Yet I am rich if thow art kind, So priz’d a {mile from thee; ; True love alone our hearts can bind, Ne Thour’t all the world to me. Jenny. Sweet gentle maid, tho’ patient, meek, My lilly drops a tear; Ah! raife thy drooping head, and feek, Soft peace and comfort here. - © © Jenny, The jealous Lover. th a Ribas jealous lover’s pangs are poignant, When fufpicion haunts his breaft; Not one gleam of hope benignant, _Lulls his foul, when robb’d of reft. To evry joy his heart’s a ftranger, §: hen his rival he sates poet eee a ll eC . on 86. THE CHARMS OF MELODY. The Stage of Human Life. cys immortal Shakefpear’s page, Tells us all the world’s a ftage, And that men with all their airs, Are nothing more than play’rs, Each ufing fkill and art, In his turn to play his part, All to fill up this farcical feene, O: Enter here, Exit there, Stand in view, Heigh down, ho down, Derry, derry, down, All to fill up this farcical feene, Q. Firft the Infant in the lap, Muling, pulifttg with his pap, Like the chicken that we trufs, Is fwaddl’d by his nurfe, Who to pleafe the puppet tries, As he giggles and he cries, All to fill up this farcical fcene, O: Huthaby, ‘Wipe an eye, ‘Kilfee pretty, Suckee titty, Heigh down,.ho down, Se. ‘Then the pretty babe of grace, With his fhining morning face, And his fatchel on his back, To fchool, alas! muft pack ; But like a {nail he creeps, And for bloody Monday weeps, All to fill up this farcical fcene, O! Book miflaid, Truant play’d, ‘Rod in pickle, ‘Bum to tickle, Heigh down,ho down, 8c. Then the Lover next appears, Sous’d over head and ears, Like the lobfter on the fire, Sighing, ready to expire ; And a deep hole in his heart, You may thro’ it drive a cart, All to fill up this farcical feene, O! Beauty {purns him, Paffion burns him ; Like a wizard, Guts and gizzard, Heigh down, ho down, Ge "Then the Soldier ripe for plunder, _ Breathing flaughter, blood and thunder ; ' Lord! at what a rate he runs, About drums, and fwords, and guns ; And. talks of ftreaming veins, Shatter’d limbs and fcatter’d brains, All to fill up this farcical fcene, O! W hat foes he thrafh’d, And cut and:flafh’d, And here he pop’d’em, » There he drop’d ’em ; Heigh down, ho down, Fe. Then the Juftice in his chair, With his broad and vacant ftare; His wig of formal cut, And belly like a butt, Well lin’d with turtle hath, Callipee and callipath, All to fill up this farcical {cene, O! Bawd and trull, Pimp andcull, At his nod’ : Wind your cue, Sim Then the flipper’d Pantaloon, In life’s dull afternoon, Shrunk fhank in youthful hofe, And fpeétacles on nofe ; His voice, once big and round, Now whiftling in the found, All to fill up this farcical feene, O! Vigour fpent, Body bent ; Shaking noddle, Widdle, waddle; Heigh down, ho down, Se. Then, at laft, to end the play, Second childhood leads the way; Wher, like fheep that take the rot, , All our fenfes go to pot; And then death among’ft us fwoops, And fo down the curtain drops, * ll to fill up this farcical fcene, O! Then the coffin We move off in; ‘While the bell Rings the knell, Of high and low down, Into the cold ground, All to fill up this farcical feene, O! Down the Burn. * FY\OWN the burn, and thro’ the mead, His golden locks wav’d o’er his brow, Johnny lilting tun’d his reed, : And Mary wip’d her bonny mou.” Dear fhe lov’d the well-known fong, While her Johnny, blithe and bonny, Sung her praife the whole day long, Down the burn, Fe Coftly claithes fhe had but few, Of rings and jewels nae great ftore, Her face was fair, her love was true, And Johnny wifely wifh’d no more ; Love’s the pearl, the fhepherd’s prize, O’er the mountain, near the fountain, Love delights the fhepherd’s eyes. Down the burn, Fe Gold and title gives not health, And Johnny could nae thefe impart ; Youthful "Mary’s greateft wealth, Was her faithful Johnny’s heart ; Sweet the joyspthe lovers find ! Great the treafure, fweet the pleafure Where the heart is always kind. as Down the burn, ec. ve % g Diana. WT chearful day began todawn, ~ While Cupid ftill his pillow prefs’d; Diana rous’d by hounds and horn, © Her gentle virgins thus addrefs’d : Hark away, hark away to the merry ton’d horn, While the hounds chearful cry awakens the morn, Diana, herfelf rules the {ports of the day, And joins in the chorus of hatk, hark away. With-cautious fteps avoid the bow’r, here wily Cupid fleeping lies, Fond nymphs yout rue o atal hour, Should love your {potlefs train furprize. _ Love will promife and deceive, ao Leading youthful hearts aftray, But the joys our paftimes yield, innoc THE CHARMS OF MELODY. - ($9 The Chelfea Penfioner. HEN firft I was enlifted, I was both young and gay, Bach lafsI met, I kifs’d her, And tippl’d time away ; T learn’d my exercife, fir, And then was fent to fight, I’m now a little wifer, Tho’ in this haplefs plight. I went intro the battle, _ Where thund’ring cannons roar3 Oh! fuch a horrid rattle, T never heard before; One bullet took a peeper, Thank God that one was left; And yet I do not weep, fir, Tho’ of one leg bereft. At Chelfea now the penfion . Gives comfort to my life ; And round the quart I mention My former deadly firife ; Brown Befs I often fhoulder, Forget my former pain, And fight, to.each beholder, My battle o’er again. I {pend my money freely, With pleafure drink and fing; Whatever fate may deal me, God blefs the Queen and King; Tf foes again affail, then To garrifon I’ll go, - Brown Befs will never fail, when Attacking of the foe. Conftant Kate. on crew the pond’rous anchor hove, The fwelling canvas caught the breeze, And many a failor left his love, And murmur’d curfes on the feas: Hopelefs, and heedlefs of my fate, Nor glad, nor griev’d, I view’d the main, Nor heav’d one figh, nor caft t’wards fhore, One ling’ring look as off we wore; Tho all before me feem’d forlorn, Behind I’d nothing left to mourn, Kate once made fortune frown in vain, But death has ftolen my conftant Kate.’ When on the midnight watch I ftood, » The thoughts of her the hours beguil’d, Then o'er my forrows would I brood, And griev’d that fortune ever {mil’d; And when the tempeft big with fate, , With horror fill’d the crowded deck, In filence, carelefs, undif{may’d The boatf{wain’s fummons [.obey’d ; ‘Tho’ all before me feem’d forlorn, Behind I’d nothing left to mourn, Kate once made fortune frown in vain, But death has ftolen my conftant Kate. But when the furious fight began, And honour call’d me to my poft, The patriot govern’d all the men, And Kate no more my thoughts engrofs’ds But when with victory elate, : All pufh’d the can, and roll’d the glee, Again would Kate my mind employ, T could not join the generaljoy; | For-all before me feem’d forlorn, Behind I’d nothing left to mourn, _ No more has pleafure charms for me, .. ; . 4 ¥ g°TRa¢, ’ ’ sata : _ Since death has ftolen my conftant Katee 8 ' And yet, my boys, would you believe me, | The wandering Sailor. Tu wandering failor ploughs the main, A competence in life to gain, Undaunted braves the ftormy feas, To find, at laft, content and eafe : In hopes when toil and danger’s o’er, To anchor on his native fhore. When winds blow hard, and mourns roll, And thunders fhake from pole to pole; Tho’ dreadful waves furrounding foam, » Still flatt’ring fancy wafts him home: In hopes when toil and danger’s o’er Lo anchor on his native fhore. When round the bowl, the jovial crew, The early fcenes of liferenew; Tho’ each his fav’rite fair will boaft, This is the univerfal toaft— May we, when toil and danger’s v’er, Caft anchor on our native hore. crete tress a I fail’d in the good Ship the Kitty. { SAIL’D in the good fhip the Kitty, With a fuff blowing gale and rough fea, Left Polly, the lads call fo pretty, Safe here at an anchor, yo yea, Yo yea, yo yea, Left Polly, the lads call fo pretty, Safe here at an anchor, yo yea. She blubber’d falt tears when we parted, And cry’d “ now be conftant to me ;” I told her not to be down-hearted, So up went the anchor, yo yea, Yo yea, Se} - When the wind whiftl’d larboard and ftarboard, - And the ftorm came on weather and lee, The hope I with her fhould be harbour’d, Was my cable and anchor, yo yea, aa L0 yea, See’ I return’d with, no rhino from fea; My Polly would never receive me, re So again I weigh’d anchor, yo yea, . Lo yea, &e. No Topfails. © topfails fhiver in the wind, N Our fhip’s fafe moor’d in port ; In Mary’s arms my heart’s reclin’d, No more of waves the {port : And now to her return’d from far, Alone fhe prov’d my leading ftar. Fho’ landmen flatter’d when I fail’d, And artful tales renew’d ; ‘They never o’er my love prevail’d My Mary fill I view’d : Thro’ trying gales, and bloody war, She fill has prov’d my leading flar. Tho’ Sirens ftrove to win my heart, (from port to port the fame) My thoughts from Mary never part, But dwell upon her name: No founds have charms but her dear voice, _ Her conftant failor’s lovely choice. . But now return’d and Mary kind, To care we'll bid adieu! And thou, my dear, fhalt fteer my mind, | All’s joy, when blefs’d with you > Dear idol of thy failor’s heart ~ ~ 88 OLD Fair ‘Nancy pin’d in Sorrow. AIR Nancy pin’d in forrow, Her languid cheek grew pale, She was the fweetelt maiden That bloom’d on Cheviot dale; ‘It was not wealth the with’d for, Since fhe was fortune’s care: No envy rack’d her bofom, For fhe was kind as fair. Yet ftill fhe pin’d in forrow, In vain was all relief; In vain each fond endeavour, To trace the fource of grief: She found aecret pleafure, To check the glancing eye, To feel without complaining, To love without a figh. -Oft’ would the fmile, as feeming The big-{woln tear to fhroud, Smile as the May-day fun-beam, ‘That glitters thro’ a cloud: But; worn with months in anguifh, Her pulfe throbb’d weak and flow, Her {miles forgot to mantle, And e’en her tears to flow. But once, when all was filent, And darknefs footh’d defpair, She breath’d thefe mournful accents, Adown the midnight air : Ah! Edmund, fhall your Nancy « Sink hopeleds in the grave; « No lover’s heart to pity ? «© No lover’s hand to fave :” «“ ‘And are you loft to feeling, “Unconfcious of my fate? « You will-efteem—ah ! torture, «« That’s colder e’en than hate: «« Fain would my fpirit linger -¢ To bid one fond adieu : « Ah! no, ’twould rend your bofom, “ To think I die for you.” Her watchful fifter liften’d, ' _, And caught the fecret tale; And flew in hafte to Edmund, -Quite over Cheviot dale ; She bluth’d, yet thought “twas pity Such love fhould be conceal’d; She wept, and ev’ry accent, ‘And ev’ry figh reveal’d. ‘Slow are the lightning’s flafhes, Which from the tempeit dart, “To the new blaze of paflion That burft upon his heart : .« For me” he cry’d, “ for Edmund, «« For me, O haplefs maid? « © let me fly to fave her, « Or in ond grave be laid.” He came—her cheek averted, For whitenefs mock’d the fnow; . He flarted, nor could greet her, | His whole frame trembled fo: ‘She turn’d, and thrunk with terror, _ As from his glance the ftole ; And fuch a look fhe gave him, T ee. But ftretch’d her hand, fo clay cold, As if to fay sive > Since you are kind and tender, — I now could with to live : _ Then rifing from her pillo vy aid ° eae s 6 _ * Farewell” “BALLADS. < Barbara Allen: E his Starlet-town where I was born, ‘There was a fair maid dwelling, Made every youth cry, well-aday ! Her name was Barbara Allen. All in the merry month of May, , When green buds they were fwelling, “Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay, For love of Barbara Allen. ‘ He fent his man unto her then, To the town where fhe was dwelling; -« You muft come to my mafter dear, “ If your name be Barbara Allen; n. For death is printed on his face, «¢ And o’er his heart is flealing 5 “ Then hafte away to comfort him, “O lovely Barbara Allen.” £ ~ Though death be printed on his face, «“ And o’er his heart is flealing, © & a 4¢ Yet little better fhalt he be « For bonny. Barbara Allen.” So flowly, flowly, fhe came up, And flowly fhe canse nigh him ; And all fhe faid, when there fhe came, «Young man, I think you’re dying.” He turn’d his face: unto her ftrait, With deadly forrow fighing ; “ © lovely maid come pity me, «I’m on my death-bed lying.” « Tf on your death-bed you do lye, « What needs the tale you’re telling ; « IT cannot keep you, from your death; “© Farewell,” faid Barbara Allen. He turn’d his face unto the wall, As deadly pangs he fell in ; « Adieu! adieu! unto you all, « Adieu to Barbara Allen.” As fhe was walking o’er the fields, She heard the bells a knelling ; And ev'ry ftroke did feem to fay— ~ Unworthy Barbara Allen. She turn’d' her body round stout? And fpy’d his corpfe a coming ; « Lay down, lay down the corpfe” fhe faid, «« That I may look upon him.” With fcornful eye fhe looked down, Hér cheek with laughter fwelling ; Whilft all her friends cry’d. out amain, “ Unworthy Barbara Allen.” » When he was dead, and laid in grave, ‘ | Her heart was ftruck with forrow ; « ©, mother, mother, make my bed, ’ « For I fhall die to-morrow. «“ Hard-hearted creature, him to flight, « Who loved me fodearly; « © that I was more kind to him, «« When he was, ive and near me!” She, on her death-bed as the lay, Begg’d to be bury’d by him; And fore repented of the day That the did er’e deny him. _ f md fhe faid © ye virgins all, — on bighie Sairlt. Bo ae, . a ny 4 = J tn la be & 4044 A ae P ~ a8 THE CHARMS OF | ¥Es of ree Shah MED. Be we The Wicklow Sand Man. ee children of pity, ye great folks and fmall, With fympathy hear age and poverty’s call; ‘Of all comforts bereft, not a friend in the land, 1 linger, out life, crying—fine Wicklow fand. Ah ! ftretch out your hand, at pity’s command, ‘To th’ old man who thro’ ‘Dublin cries fine Wicklow’ fand, Ah ! ftretch out,your hand, at pity’s command, ‘Lo th’ old.man who thro’ Dublin cries fine Wicklow fand, Fine Wicklow fand—fine Wicklow fand, Ah! ftretch out your hand, at pity’s command, To th’ old man who thro’ Dublin cries fine Wicklow Sand. ‘From my wants and my forrows withdraw not your BYE ga on As feebly, in tatters, I flowly pafs by; I’ve no hope of relief, fave from charity’s hand, Whilft bending with age.I cry fine Wicklow fand. : Ah! firetch forth, Se. a . Life’s lamp it is likely can’t much longer burn, ‘When extinguifh’d, thank Heav’n, no more fhall I - | mourn, Kind death can alike all the forrows difband, Of the monarch, or him who cries fineWioklow fand Mh! firetch forth, Se. “Lafs of Richmond Hill. N Richmond Hill there lives a lafs QO More bright than May-day morn, Whofe charms all other maids.furpafs ; A rofe without a thorn. This lafs fo neat, with {miles fo fweet, .Has won my right good will : I'd crowns refign, to call her mine, The lafs of Richmond+Hill. “Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air, And wanton thro’ the grove ; © whifper to my charming fair, I die for her, and love. “How happy mutt that’ fhepherd be, Who calls this nymph his own; Oh! may her choice be fix’d on me; _ Mine's fix'd on her alone. ~ Tis. Tah Somes This la/s fo neat, te. Dear Chloe come give me {weet Kiffes. EAR Chloe, come give me fweet kiffes, For {weeter no girl ever gave; But why-in the midft of my bliffes, Do you afk me how many I’d have ? I’m not to be ftinted in pleafure, ‘Then pr’ythee, dear Chloe, be kind, For fince I love thee out of meafure, To numbers I'll not be confin’d. Count. the bees that on Hybla are playing, Count the flow’rs that enamel the fields; - Count the flocks that on Tempe are ftraying, Or the grain that rich Sicily yields; We Count how many ftars are in heaven, Go number the fands on the fhore; And when fo many:kiffes you’ve given, J ftill fhall.be afking for more. To a heart full of love let me hold thee, A heart which, dear Chloe, is thine; In my arms.I would ever enfold thee, And circle thee round like a vine. W hat joy can be greater than this is? My life on thy lips fhall be fpent: But the wretch who can number his kiffes, Will always with few be content. » isi I could never Luftre fee. ‘EF COULD never luftre fee “In eyes that would not look on me; I ne’er faw nectar on a lip, .But where my own did hope to fip. ‘Has the maid who feeks my heart, Cheeks of rofe untouch’d by art; I will own the colour true, When yielding blufhes add their hue. | Is her hand fo foft and pure, f I mutt prefs it, to be fure; Nor can I be certain then, Till it grateful prefs again. Mutt I with attentive eye Watch her heaving bofom figh; I will do fo—whenI fee | & Mat he ing bof Bich Tor “oe” Aileen a Roon. ‘The following very elegant paraphrafe on the ccle- hia ing of aura Roon, by the ae Rt. Hon. john Hely Hutchinfon, Provoft of Trinity College, Dublin, and firft Secretary of State,is now publifoed, | fir the firf time, from the original manufeript. On: welcome, my Aileen; the moment is bleft “{ hat brings thee to foothe ev'ry care of my breaft ; Thefe eyes that behold thee, Thefe arms that enfold thee ; This faithful heart beating, In joy of our meeting, Welcome, a thouland times, Aileen a Roon. _ My faithful companion*® who walk’d by my fide, Flew away like the wind when my Aileen he {py’d; s With mufic‘he greets thee, ‘In raptures he meets thee, Now to thy fide clinging ; Now up thy lap {pringing, He welcomes, a thoufand ways, Aileen a Roon. “My flocks gaze and bleat as my Aileen draws-nigh, . Anginy little ftream flows more melodioully by ; _At her feet the flow’rs fpringing, The birds round her finging; ‘In her prefence delighting, All nature uniting, ‘Proclaims a glad -welcome.to Aileen a Roon. «Thy prefence my garden rejoices to Rail, And gives thee-her welcome perfum’d in the gale, Amid’ thy charms ftraying, iFond zephyrs are playing, Now on thy cheek lying, . Soft breathing.and fighing, a” they welcome thee, Aileen a Roon. ‘The bloffoms are cluft’ring, more verdant the grove, And my fields {mile with gladnefs to welcome my love, To thee all is owing, -In thee pleafure fhowing ; All objects appearing More foft and endearing, “What wonder we welcome thee, Aileen.a Roon. ‘In their gayeft apparel the fhepherds appear, And are thronging to fee and to welcome thee here ; Thy dear name refounding, From hill to hill bounding ; >Fond echo conveying, And joyfully faying : ~’ Welcome, a thoufand times, Aileen a Roon. If to welcome thee all things Apgpature unite, In what firains fhall thy Donald exprefs his delight? ‘At fight of his treafure, ‘Tranfported with pleafure; ‘Thus gazing and preffing To his bofom his blefling— ‘He has fearce breath to welcome thee, AileenaRoon -* A favourite Spaniel. « Still in Hopes. ere in hopes to get the better Of my ftubborn flame I try; Swear this moment to forget her, And the next my oath deny. Now prepar’d with {corn to treat her, Ev’ry charm in thought I brave; - ‘hen relapfing, fly to meet her, * And confefs myfelf her flave. © Ser ‘Loveina Fil, | ~ FF 4 a2 7 al ss) Af lo happy 98 THE CHARMS OF MELODY. ~ ° | ~@ + What wakes this new Pain. Va wakes this new pain in my breaft, This fenfe that lay dormant before ? Lie ftill, bufy flutt’rer, and reft; e The peace of my bofom reftore. Why trickles in filence the tear? This fighing, ah! what does it mean? . This mixture of hope and of fear, ~ Where, once, all was mild and ferene. Some pleafingly anxious alarm =~ Now warms, and then freezes my heart; Some foft, irrefiftible charm, By turns gives me pleafure and fmart. Ye fair married Dames. ye fair married dames, who fo often deplore That a lover once blefs’d-is a lover no more, Attend to my counfel, nor blufh to be taught, That prudence. muft cherifh what beauty has caught T he bloom of yourcheek and the glance of your eye, “Your rofes and lilies; may make the men figh ; ~ But rofes, and lilies, and fighs pafs away, And paflion will die as-your beauties decay. Ufe the man that-you-wed like your fav’rite guitar ‘Though mufic in both, they are bath apttojar; ~ Now tuneful and foft from adelicate touch, Not handled too soughly, nor play’d on too much. The f{parrow and linnet will feed from your hand, Grow tame by your kindnefs, and come at command, Exert with your hufband the fame happy kill, ’For hearts, like your birds,may be tam’d to your will Be gay and good humour’d, complying and kind, ‘Turn the chief of your care from your face to your mind ; *Tis there that a wife may her conquefts improve, _And Hymen fhall rivet the fetters of love. —, wie Garrick. - The bappy Miller. Hew happy a ftate does the miller poffefs, Who would be no greater, nor fears to be lefs, . -On his mill and himfelf he cepends for fupport, Which is better than fervilely cringing at court, ‘Which is better than fervilely cringing at court. _ What tho’ he all dufty and powder’d does go, “The more he is.powder’d the more like a beau; A clown in his drefs may be honefter far Than a courtier who ftruts in his garter and ftar. — Lhan a courtier, Sc ‘Tho’ his hands.arefo daub’d they’re not fit to be feen The hands of his betters are not very clean; A palm more polite may as dirtilydeal; — -Gold in handling may ftick to the fingers like meal. Gold in handling, Sc. What if, when a. pudding for dinner he lacks, He cribs, without feruple, from other mens’ facks ; In this a right noble example he brags, Who borrows as freely from other mens” bags. Who borrows, Se. Or fhould he endeavour to oe an eltate, In this too he’d mimic the tools of the fate, W hofe aim is alone theirown cofferstofill, = And all his concer ring grift to his mill. 26 And all his concerns, See He eats when he’ y, hedrinks when he’sdry, _ And down when he’s weary contented does lie; ‘Then raifes up cheerful to work and totes sehr If fo happy a miller, then whol beaking? a milley, then y ba ioe: hing? hs iin” AB RS > X i « ak ‘ yn ‘THE CHARMS OF MELODY. My Lodging is on the cold Ground. MY lodging is on the cold ground, And very hard is my fare; But that which troubles me mok is The unkindnefs of my dear. Yet ftill I muft cry, oh turn love, And I pray thee love turn to.me, For thou art the man that I figh for, And alack what remedy. I'll crown thee witha garland of firaw then, And I'll marry thee with a ruth Ting ; My frozen hopes fhall thaw then, __ And merrily-we willing : “Oh turn to me, my dear love, And I pray thee love turn to me, For thou art the man that alone can’ft -Procure my liberty. ‘But if thou wilt harden thy heart fill, And be deaf to my pitiful moan, ‘Then I muft-endure the fmart ftill ; And tumble in firaw all alone; Yet till I cry, oh, turn.my love, And I pray. thee love turn. to me, ‘For thou art the man that alone art The caufe of my mifery. -iFor-Lack of Gold:* Toa of gold fhe left me, oh, ts And of all that’s dear bereft me; -She me forfook, for a great duke, , And to endlefs care has left mé, oh. A fiar and garter hasmore art | - ‘Than youth, a true and faithful heart ; ‘For empty trifles we muft part, And for. glitt’ring fhow fhe left me, oh. “No cruel fair fhall ever move “My injur’d heart again to love; Through diftant climates 1 muft rove, ‘Since Jenny, fhe has left me, oh; Ye pow’rs above, I to your care -Commit my lovely, charming fair ; Your choiceft bleffings with her hare, Tho’ fhe’s for-ever left me, oh. ¥* Written by the late Dr. Auftin, of Edinburgh, upona lady’s marriage with efie of the dukes of Scotland, after fhe had given him much encouragement in his.addretfes to her. The Bee. ‘A BUSY humble bee am I, | : ‘That range the garden funny; From flow’r to flow’r I changing fly, And every flow’r’s my honey. -, Bright Chloe, with her golden hair, Awhile my rich jonquil is, Till, cloy’d with fipping nectar there, I fhift to rofy Phillis. I fhift, &es But Phillis’s fweet op’ning breaft, | Remains not long my ftation ; ‘For Kitty muft be now addrefs’d, My fpicy breath’d carnation. | Yet Kitty’s fragrant bed I leave, No flow’r can bind:a rover; And all in turns my love receive The gay wide garden over. — “The gay, We, ‘Variety, that knows no bound, bey “My roving fancy edges, “And oft with Flora I am found, ee In dalliance under hedges : Re -ForasTamanarrantbee, Who range each bank that’s funny, Both fields and gaits my fee, a d ev'ry flow’r’ oney: aM aie. sh Adeiyfowesmy homey: ae | a a i RST Se TRY Tee pre Sa or De ne em ha 4 eae SS SN a i ee he af ey ee ara) : git 4 ‘ , Re Aes r ‘For I love-my love, becaufe know my love lovesme 99 The Lafs of Bedlam, : ONE morning very early, one morning in the {pring, = T heard a maid in bedlamj who mournfully did fing, Her chains fhe rattled on her hands, while {weetly thus fung fhe; anne tove my love, becaufe I know my love loves me. Oh! cruel were his parents,who fent my love to fea, A.nd cruel, cruel was thedhip that bore my love a- Way, ; : YetI love his parents, fince they’ré his, altho’ they’ve ruin’d me; And I love my love, becaufe Iknow my love loves /Me. “O thould it pleafe the pitying powers, to call me tg the fky, ae ade ie ; I'd claim a guardian angel’s care; around my love to fly; “Po guar@him from all dangers, how happy fhould ec; For I love my love, becaufe Uknow my love loves mes ‘ < x |e a ftrawy garland, I’ll-make it wondrous. fine, With rofes, lilies, daifies, I’ll mix the eglantine. “And I'll prefent it tomy love, whenhe returns from fea, ’ForIlovemy love, becaufel know my love loves me. Oh! if I were alittle bird, to build upon his breaft, Or if I were a nightingale, to fing my love to reft, To gaze upon his lovely eyes, all my reward fhoul be, ag die" Oh! if I were an eagle, to foar into the fy, I'd gaze around with piercing eyes, where I my love ‘might fpy ; ae But ah! unhappy maiden, that love you ne’er fhall ee, “Yet love my love, becaufe I know my love loves me | Blue Ey’d Nan. Wo the rough North forgets to howl And ocean’s billows ceafe to roll; “When Lybian fands are bound in froft, And cold to Nova-Ze When.heav’nly bodi a’s loft ; afe to move, “My blue ey’d Ann [’ll ceafe to love. No more fhali flow’rs the meads adorn, Nor fweetnefs deck the rofy thorn; Nor fwelling buds proclaim the fpring; Nor parching heats the dog-ftar bring, Nor laughing lilies paint the grove; “When blue ey’d Ann I ceafe to love. No more fhall joy in hope be found ; “Nor pleafures dance their frolic round ; “Nor love’s light god inhabit earth ; Nor beauty give the pafiion birth ; Nor heat to fummer funfhine cleave, ‘When blue.ey’d Nanny I deceive. When rolling feafons ceafe to change, Inconitancy forgets to range ; When lavith May no more fhall bloom; Nor gardens yield a rich perfume, When nature from her {phere fhall itart, Li gy Nanny from my heart. Dorothy. OW many a long and wakeful night, -“. And many a painful day, Dorothy, confuming faft, In hopeleis illnefs lay. Each morn prepar’d to die é’re night, Each night before the morn, _ At length the faw the fatal day ~The Wicklow hills adorn. The feather’d fongfters made the woods With melody refound : The earth rejoicing look’d abroad, ~ With heav’ns effulgence.crown’d. Before her chamber, glitt’ring, roll’d The liffey’s filv’ry tide 5 The fields were green; the bloffom’d groves - Put forth, their fylvan pride. Full on the chearlefs bed of death “The genial luftre play’ d; Yet not the morning’s golden light ‘Could glad the difmal fhade. _Eor {pring to, her. no joy could give, _Nor fummer eafe her pain, Nor autumn e’er renew her ftrength, Or fmiling health again. Though all around was light and life, ‘The glory of the year, To her, the winter of the grave She iaw approaching near. Dark, dark and difmal was the wild Tremendous fteep difplay’d ; She backward caft a tearful look, Then wrung her hands and faid— . © Thou fun, whofe beams, once more, I view, “ But ne’erdhall view again, * Thou bufy, faithlefs world, farewell! sNo more to give me pain “ Thou deareft Partner of my heart! “ O fit by, me awhile, .. “ For ev’n the bitternefs of death, « Thy prefence can heguile; a ‘“ T feel my ftrength decaying fatt .“ My final hour is near: -« And cruel, cruel is therfi col fo “In fpite of all itmy fortitude, “ It wrings my very heart. ». * Yet all the tears that I could fhed, A «« Have not the pow’r to fave ; ** Nor can the pangs of kindred woe «« Redeem me from the grave. “ Already, mingling with the duft, “ Thy voice 1fcarcely hear ; «¢ That yoice that wont to glad my foul 2. “ With extacies fo dear! “* How thill a weary are, my limbs, “ An le is my frame; « Expiring fait within my breaft, “ T feel the vital flame. * J fearcely breathe—my words are loft « In painful hollow fighs , ; «« And dim appears thy weeping form, * Before my-darki , 400 OLD BALLADS, oii Oe « Upon his cheek the lily pale, a Though, like a fainted thade, he feems , “O, beth my beauteotis bab Ys or “ © bring my babe to me! While I his angel face of joy . “ Have yet the pow’r to fee. WH. oo 4 “ Alas! that angel-face no-more *« With blooming frefhnefs glows; _ ' * Has triumph’ d o’er the rofe. “ OF all the pledges of my love— « And babies I’ve had three Of all the wifhes of my foul, “« This babe is dear to me. ¥ 4 “ «“ JT prided in a mother’s throes, « When I beheld his face, © « Where now the clay- -cold hand of death “ Has wither’d ev’ry grace. “ I hop’d to rear my lovely boy, « But Heav’n that hope deny’d! “ T hop’d to fee him flourifh ee “« His father’s 8 honeft pride! ot a ya ae oe « T faw his early dawn of ae gy te « With faireft-promife bright; cial cadins : And hop’d a thoufand tender dreams, ~ That fill’d me with delight. € «« Though on the dreary verge of life, “« My beauty: faded lies ; *« Though clouded are the funny ftars “« "That {parkl'd in his eyes : “Tn air tomelt away; ~ Bway peda gat -« Since he muft lofe seastibhier’ $ care, AN ae ae “ ] pridevn his decay. ee 2 aoe ®t 4 ; s* How can a widow ‘d father é’er ; * “ His tender babe protect, i j -* From an unfeeling ftranger’s hand, “ Or nurfe’s cold neglect ¢ «“ The happieft of her fex is fhe, m y ‘‘ Who, in this hour, refign’d, = “ Has not the mifery to leave eee ‘Her little ones behind. “ 7 « Farewell !—a long—and laft farewell !— « My love, be not difmay ‘d, “ But, in my grave, upon my breaft, “« Let my {weet boy be laid. ‘ ro For dear my Willy loves the breaft « That nourifh’d him with life: And think— but not with clea “ On her who was your wife.” ¢ "= She ceas’d—fweet William rais d bis he ed ; And-iook’d on her awhile ; ee , But foon his angel {pirit fled, nn In an expiring fmile. He funk within his father’s arms; Who caught hisJateft breath ; And mourn’d the ruin of his et “ » Yet beautiful in death. 5 ie His mother kifs’d his lifelefs ps His {uff ’ring father ee it? *” The precious TasTaegel Ww ith forzow to Sete His fainted par low’d tebe Lock’d in her c old embrace, . eo that breaft where virtue glow’ sweat William fleeps in peace.” ae -— Ps . « eS ~ ‘The lad I loveis fa opprefs'd, .._ Icould na fay him nay, He kiis’d my lips, my hand he prefs’d, [ome As. tripping o’er the bray : ey Ope Arete, es = A THE PSTREN MED LEY. as * MELODY, * _To the Greenwood gang wi’ me. *T*O fpeer my love with glances fair, +. The woodland laddie came, _ ‘He vow’d he would be aw fincere,. And thus he fpoke his flame : i The. morn is blithe, May blooming fair, ' As fair as fair can be, To the greenwood gang, my laffie dear, To the greenwood gang wi’ me. . ‘Gang wi’ me, Se, ear. lad Icry’d, fa trig and fair, As fair as fair can be, ‘ -. Bo the greenwood gang, my laddie dear, = * To the greenwood gang wi’ me. fg pi ee Gang wi? me, Se. The bridal day is come to pafs, ‘Sic joy was never feen, ‘And now I’m call’d the woodland lais, The woodland laddie’s-queen ; T blefs the-morn fo blithe and fair, I fpeak my mind fa free, “To the greenwood gang, my laddie dear, To the greenwood gang wi'-me. : | ‘Gang wt me, Sc. Women and Wine. ITH women and wine, I defy ev’ry care, For life without thefe is a bubble of air; With one and the other, in. pleafure I roll, Anda full flow of {pirits enlivens my foul. Let grave, fober-mortals:my maxims condemn, , I never fhall alter my conduct for them: I care not how much they-my maxims decline ; Let them have their humour and I will have mine. Wine prudently us’d will our fenfes improve, Tis the fpring-tide of life, ‘tis the fuel of love; And Venus ne’er look’d with a {mile fo divine, Aswhen Mars bound his head witha branch from _ the vine. Then come, my dear charmer, thou nymph half -* divine, - ri ao: vee? , _ me with kiffes, next pledge me with wine ; i. oT ae x Then giving and taking in-mutual return, The torch of our loves fhall eternally burn. But fhould’tt thou my paffion for wine difapprove, o. My i For1 a; ae. — My bottle I’li break..and demolifh my glai bumper Tl quit to be bleft with.my love; Biber than forfeit-the joys of my lafs, ie A s ea De) a Aieiaen 5s. Sweet Paffion of Love. "T uts cold flinty heart it is you that have warm’d, You’ve waken’d my paffions, my fenfes have charm'd. In vain againft merit and Cymon I ftrove. es be What's life without paffion, {weet paffion of love? The froft-nips the bud, and the rofe ‘cannot blow, © ‘From youth that is froft-nipt no rapture can flow; Elyfium to him but a defert will prove. What’s life-without paffion, fweet paffion of love ? The {pring fhould be warm, the feafon be gay, ‘The birds and the flow’rets make blithfome {weet May, ‘Love bleffes the cottage, and fings thro’ the grove. ‘What's life without paffion, {weet paffion of love 2 ‘Garrick. The merry Sailor. He’ pleafant a failor’s life paffes, Who roams o'er the watery main; - ‘No treafure he ever amafles, But cheerfully {pends all his gain: ‘We're firangers to, party and faction, To honour and honefty true, And would not commit a bafe action, For, power or profit in view. Then why ae: we quarrel for riches, Or any fuch glittering toys? A light heart, and a thin pair of breeches Goes thorough the world my boys. The world is a beautiful garden Enrich’d with the bleflings of life; The toiler with plenty rewarding, Which plenty too often breeds ftrife. When terrible tempefts affail us, And mountainous billows affright ; No grandeur or wealth can avail us, But tkilful induftry fteers right. Then why foould we, Ge. The courtier’s more fubject to dangers, \ Who rules at the helm of the fiate, Than we, who to politics ftrangers, Efcape the fnares laid for the great. The various bleffings of nature In various nations we try; No mortals than us can be greater, Who merrily live till we die. 5 , a . 102 | pes} a Paddy Bull’s Expedition. — 4 HEN I took my departure: from Dublin’s e. {weet town, And for England’s ownfelf through the feas I did plough ; For four long days I was tofs’d up and down, Like a quid of chew’d hay in the throat of a cow; ' While afraid of the deck in the ocean to flip, fir, -- wry clung like a cat a faft hold for to keep, fir, Round about the } Sr,” wie O,I never thought more to fing langolee. T ftanding flock ftill,all the while I was moving "Till Ireland’s dear coaft I faw clear of fight, Myfelf the next day, a true Irifhman proving, When leaving the fhip on the fhore for to ight, As the board they put out was too narrow for quar- co ter, _ “The firft ftep I took I was in fuch a totter, ‘hatI jump’d upon land, to my neck up in water, O that was no time to fing langolee. But as fharp cold and hunger I never knew mote, ! iy ftomach and bowels did grumble and growl, ie ght the beft way to get each in good humour, Was to take out the wrinkles of both, by my foul; _ SoI went toa houfe where roait meat they provide ; fir, ese ‘ ith awhirligig, which up the chimney I {py’d, fir, And which grinds all their fmoke into powder be- > ’ a *Tis as true as I’m now finging langolee. Then I went tothelandlord of all the flage coaches "That fet fail for London each night in the week, To whom I obnoxioufly made my approaches, As a birth aboard one I was come for to feek ; But as for the infide 1’d no cafh in my cafket, Says I, with your leave, I make bold for to afk it, When the coach is gone off, pray what time goes the bafket? * or there I can ride and fing langolee. 4 ‘When making his mouth up—“ the bafket fays he, fir, *« Goes after the coach full an hour or-two,” Very well, fir, fays 1, that’s the thing then for me, fix’ ss But the devil a -word that he told.me was true; For th’ one went before, and the other behind, fir, They fet off cheek by jole at the very fame time, fir, So the fame-day, at night, Tie out by moon-fhine, fir, Allalone by ag" finging langolee. © long life to the moon, for a brave noble creature, isi AO us with lamp-light each night in the atk !s While the fun only fhines in the day, which by nature, ‘Wants no light at all—as you all may remark; But as for the moon, by my foul I'll be bound, fir, It would fave the whole nation a great many ~ pounds, fir, To fubfcribe for to light him up all the year round, fir, Or I’llnever fing more about langolee. Collins. eee N By Shady Woods. B* fhady woods, and purling ftreams, I pafs my hours in pleafing dreams, rc And would net for the world be brought ; ‘To change my falfe delightful t ht; ro ON kins ‘ ~- For who, alas! can happy be, © lr ewe iee = a a ie CHARMS e big pot that grows out of the fhip, To Munden’s droll phiz others thunder appla i, And {ome triflers delight to hear Billington’s noife : | | ‘But {uch idle amufements I'll carefully fhun, And my pleafures confine to my dogs and my gun. Soon as Phoebus has finifh’d his fummer’s career, And his maturing aid bl { fbandaid's care, - ‘When Roger and Nell have enjoy’d harveft home, And their labours being o’er are at leifure to roam; From the noife of the town and its follies I’ll run, And range o’er the fields with my dogs and my gun. When my pointers around me all fteadily ftand, - And none dares to ftir but the dog I command,. wee a covey he f{prings, and I bring down my ird, I’ve a pleafure no paftime befide canafford: No pattime nor pleafure that’s under the fun, Can be equal to mine with my dogs and my gun When the covey I’ve thin d, toe woods I repair, And I bruth thro’ the thickets devoid of all fear; There I exercife freely my levelling fkill, — a And with pheafants and woodcocks my bag often fill; For death, when I find them, they feldom can fhun, My dogs are fo fure, and fo fatal my gun. | My fpaniels ne’er babble, they’re under.command; Some rage at a diftance, and fome hunt at hand ; Ifa woodcock they flufh, or a pheafant they fpring, With heart chearing notes how they make the woods ring ! Tat Then for mufic let fribbles to Ranelagh run ; My concert’s a chorus of dogs and a gun. . Whenat night we,chat over the {port of the day, Se ‘al And {pread o’er the table my conquer’d {poils lay ; ‘Then I think of my friends, and to each give a part, 4 For my friends to ablige is the pride of my heatt. ) Thus the vices of town, and its follies I fhun, ‘ And my pleafures confine to my dogs and my gun. a ergs acerca Bright dawns the Day. RIGHT dawns the day with rofy face. B That calls-the hunters to the coe Hid With mufical horn, yn air Salute the gay morn, | Thefe jolly companions to cheer; With enliv’ning founds, Encourage the hounds, To rival the fpeed of the deer. ~ : a ee If you find out his lair, To the woodlands repair, __ lak Hark! hark! he’s unharbour’d, they ery; ‘ Then fleet o’er the-plain, a We gallop amain, Ah ig? | All, all isatriumph of joy. ~ °° O’er heaths, hills, and jhe y . Thro’ forefts and floods, The ftag flies as fwift as the wind; The welkin refounds . ‘ With the cry of the hounds, ' ~ 9 Who chant ina concert behind, - > 4 oe j Adieu to all care, ws a, Pale grief and defpair, ~ We ride in oblivion of fear; Vexation'and pain : We leave to the train, | Sad wretches that lag in oat * Le! the ftag ftands at bay, _ The pack’s.at a flay, Thay eagerly feize on their prize: =» ‘if he welkiarefounds _THE CHARMS OF MELODY. 103, Shannon’s Flow’ry Banks, 4 « | _PRb . YY _ Banks of the Dee. N ae Behan the vpal! see green [Tz was fummer, fo foftly the breezes were blowing Yoea aor ie And {weetly the nightingale fung from a tree, far pean oe eae 1s lOve, | ay nee a rock, when the river was flowing, | yn ene fat myfelf down on the banks of the Dee. we eae h art eee we fat, ° | Flow on, lovely Dee, flow on thou {weet river, | Bor Pra ee i Thy banks pureft ftreams fhall be dear to me every ‘oO id foc Ice a et 2 When firft I gain’d the attention and favour P ‘ Of Jemmy, the glory and pride of the Dee. “ Ah! well-a-day, you fee me pine But he’ e ae “In forrow and defpair,” now he s gone from me,and left me thus mourn: “ Yet heed me not, then | i 18

‘No fimp’ring fmile, nor dimpled fleek Spoils his manly fun-burnt cheek ; By weather let him painted be, ‘He’s the man that’s made for me. If falfe he proves, my jav lin can ‘Revenge the perjury of man ; And foon another brave as he Shall be found the man for me- ree eT _ The Anfwer. .. - A's thou filly doating Man, | Whence our tuin firft began; How our grief, and deadly woe, ‘ Did from woman, woman flow. . é ‘Like my dear Swain. eS my dear fwain no youth you'd fee So blithe, fo gay, fo full of glee, ‘In all our village who but he, Could foot it up fo featly. His lute to hear, from far and-near, Each female came, both girl and dame, And all the boon, for ev'ry tune, To kifs them round'fo {weetly. . We might live, and ‘happy be, Cou’d we fhun this enemy; Spb ‘All the pangs the heart eer knew, From vain woman, woman grew. Afk what calm’felicity, ET EOE YS Man was deflin’d tofupply; Nought could his repofe invade, Till falfe woman fhe was made. ‘While round him, ix the jocund ring ‘ve nimbly danc’d, he’d play or fing, -Of May the youth was chofen king, He caught our ears fo neatly ; - Such mufic rare, in his guittar, But touch his flute, the crowd was mute, His only boon for ev'ry tune, To kifs them round fo.{weetly. eCaftle of Andalufia- Soon as fhe receiv'd her breath, Man was fubject unto death ; Other evils, to their fhame, -From deceitful-woman came. Afk what ills befell old Troy, ; Which falfe Hellen diddeftroy, " ey Or the tender bridegrooms, who Woman woman, woman flew. _ How the brave Mark Anthony” Loft the world by: faithlefs fhe, © ihe Ruin’d ftates, loft. crowns:a nd kings, | From vain woman, woman {prings- — “My bonny Sailor. MC bonny failor won my mind, My heart is now with him at fea; I hope the fummer’s weftern breeze Will bring him fafely back to.me.” J with to hear what glorious toils, What ‘dangers he' has undergone, What forts he’s ftorm’d, how great the fpoils From France or Spain my failor’s won. A thoufand terrors chill’d my breaft, When fancy brought the foe in view, _ And day and night I’ve had_no reft, - ‘anton Cupid, ANTON Cupid, ceafetohover —* Thus around. the f{miling fair, You exclude a faithful lover - eft_ev’ry gale a.tempeit blew. _Ering, gentle gales, my failor home, His fhip at:anchor may I fee ; Three years are fure enough to roam, Too long for one who loves like me. - ‘Fis face by fultry climes is wan, His eyes by watching fhine lefs bright; But ftill LH own my charming man, And run to meet him when in fight. His honeft heart is what { prize, No weather can make that look old; Tho’ alter’d were his face and eyes, Jl love my joliy failor bald. Bek? oe as Aud BS i NR i Sa ce MC ok a i eS ‘“ : ya ‘ eo? Le aa lal al ee “With your too officious care. Whifp’ring breezes, hafte, begone -'To fome remoter filent grove, And leave Alexis here alone, To tell a thoufand tales of love. How I’m charm’d with ev’ry feature That adorns her dovely face! How fhe’s ev’ry thing that nature Can é’er-give with ev'ry grace- If the liftens to my flory, And for me hath equal love; ~ J’li net envy human glory, But be blek as thofe abovee Mow, Wai eared Sie eee ale aie ee ae OT Ie We & 4 ‘The Seven Ages of Woman. “ arr—All among the Leaves fo green, 0.” Soe we find upon life’s flage, "Women now of ev’ry age, > _. Who like men their parts muft do, Bufy actreffes all through! : And who frequently difplay . Seven ages well as they, “Which feven ages we know— With your leave, Let us.give, An abftract Of each ac, So ftrange, fo ftrange, Ev’ry, ev'ry change, You'll laugh at:each comical fcene, OQ. Firft a puppet milfs appears, - ' Ever ready with her tears; _ “While the goffips pouring in, Mark the dimple and the chin, How the pretty features ftrike, ‘Father, mother, they’re fo like, Liker never yet has been, O. “his one fhews Mother’s nofe, -That-one {pies _ Mother’s eyes, © All kifs, all kifs - Pretty, pretty mifs, So finith this farcical {cene, O. Now a few years after this, In a boarding-fthool is mifs, -Quite accomplifh’d, how.-fhe grows, ‘Holds her head up, turns out toes; Able too.in’¥French to’chat, Plays and dances, and-all that, - A little Cyprian queen, O! Courtfey makes For fome cakes, Gives them all ‘To. her doll; Oh how, oh how Simple, fimple now, +. ‘They call this. an innocent {cene, ©. Mifs now fees a handfome lafs ‘In her tell-tale looking-glafs, And begins a fwain to choofe, Then to read fine billet-doux; . Novels bid her always: hope, . Live on love, and then elope, _ $So its hey for Gretna-Green, O!. « : ‘Of they fkip, Crack goes whip, Dad alarm’d, Mifs quite charm'd! Oh how, oh how | Buly, bufy now, Sure the third is a bufliing fcene, O. - Madam now’is fix’d for life, And becomes a modern wife ; ‘Hoping fins miay be forgiv’n, - Fain would fend her fpoufe toheav’n; . He, poor,man, now goes on thorns, Thumps his head to keep down horns, And coughs loud to choak chagrin, O! Falling out, > Whata rout! _Kiffing then, ; ; Friends again !. _». Oh how, oh how Fickle, fickle now, ‘Sure the fourth is a pantomime fcene, 0. - » iia , ee BDO es i ah Ee CHARMS, OF MELODY, 2” 104 Now what hopes and fears abound, All is filence moft profound; © News is brought—then hence defpair! We have got a fon and heir! _ Quite elate the hufband’s grown, — Being fure he’s all his own—— The truth of that doth the know; All-folks met, po a fet, ‘Withing joy, Chrifter is See here, fee here, ‘ Mother’s, mother’s dear, ig Sure the fifth is a pretty fweet {cene, O. ; Beauty like the rofe.mudt fade, - Madam finds her charms decay’d; Greylocks fain ’the’d lay afide, And with paint her wrinkles hide ; But in vain her art fhe tries, -Paint and patches won’t difguife, And this oft:brings on the {pleen,'O ; How fhe groans— -Pains in bones—~ Full of cares— Says her prayers— Dear:me! dear me! Mutt it, muft it be ? ‘Sure the fixth is a tragical fcene, O. The. laft act doth now appear, The cataftrophe draws near ; Death ftalks in, who vifits all, Then for ftage tricks—ftart and fall! Doétors fage exert their fkill, To prevent the threat’ning ill, ‘And their heroine to f{creen, QO. “Vanifh hopes, ‘Trap-door opes! Down. fhe pops, -Curtain,drops! Good-bye, good-bye, There, oh there, you lie, And its exit poor lady this fcene, O. The. thrifty Wife. J AM acheerful fellow, altho’ a married man, : And in this age of folly purfue a faving plan. Though wives are thought. expenfive, yet who can live alone? Then fince they are dear creatures, tis béft to have but one, Task ‘My choice difcovers early my prudence and mytafte; I’ve a very little wife with avery little wait. Marriage is a draught.we take for better or for worfe, : ; And wife he is who can prevent the draft upon his _purfe. But evils ere much leffen’d when wives are well in- clined ; ty For, if they come acrofs us, they fhape them to our . mind. ‘ When matters are well manag’d,no need to be frait lac’d; “You may with little danger increafe the little waift. Though fpoufy’s fo difcreet, {till each fafhion fhe’ll ‘difplay :~ | Her botom (heaven bdlefs her!) is as open as the day ; : : Her garment (may.I venture a fimile to beg) Hangs loofely from her fhoulder, like a gown upon a pegs 2 me Yet, fearful of expenfes, fhe fhortens them, though fmall, ; And, if fhe goes of fhort’ning, there’ll be no wail at all! “oS. — p —” e - =— 5 — a: - —— =." : Ae ae 4 The Death of Morven. — WHERE craggy cliffs o’erhang the main, Unhappy Morven ftood ; : Sore -doom’d to love'a maid in-vain,) And wildly wiew'd the flood. With broken heart his reafon loft, Twelve moons the youth had mourn’d; Her fordid Sire his hopes had.croft, Fair Ann his love return’d, To move his heart the youth had tried, In vain ke fought to:move: In vain the trembling maiden’ figh’d, ‘And weeping own’d her love. With large domains by fortune bleft, Elate in wealthy pride ; The Sire, with fierce unfeeling breaft, In threats their fuit denied. « And if, fond girl, you dare te wed, «“« Or more that beggar view ; “ My curfe fhall blati-thy guilty head.”’—. . The trembling maid withdrew. Now, clofe confin’d from Morven’s fight, No friend to footh her woe: Amidft the lénely gloom of night, Her tears in filence flow. Alarming dreams difturb her mind, With fad portending fears: She hears-—-or thinks ih every wind, His dying groan fhe hears. She fancies oft his tuneful:reed Laments in plaintive firains ; Now gafh’d with wounds fhe fees him bleed, Along the dreary plains. Ah! haplefs maid, thy foul no more, His fond regard fhall pleafe! Alone on Wicklow’s rocky fhore, The youth defpairing ftrays. While o’er the wave in tears he hung, Fate louring in his eye: This frantic dirge he fadly fung, With many a-heavy figh : « [ll feek my fhroud and. winding: fheet, *’ Beneath the wintry wave ; «© And deep beneath my Anna’s feet, “Tl dig my peaceful-_grave. - ‘Amidft the dreary midnight florms, “ My fhade fhall dimly. glide ; With bleeding heart, a mournful form, “To claim my lovely bride. The grave fhall be my bridal bed, “ Wan f{pectres dancing round ; «« All, who like me in love have bled! “ All who like me have drown’d!” 4 . . ~ € He ceas’d, and plung’ d adown the fteep, The murm’ring waves divide; And thrice emerging from the deep, Adieu, fair Ann! he cried. His corfe the waves caft.on the flrand, The throng around him fate ; The fhepherds fighing preft his hand, The maidens wept-his fate. ‘Yon aged oak preferves his. name, Beneath j its fhade he lies: And oft at eve, a glimm’ring flame Is feen from thence to rife. And pilgrims tell, they trembling hear __A fad defponding foun: 1, That night of each revclying year, Ma which the youth was drown’d. DPerac. Ae o Margaret and Willy, : AN OLD SCOTCH BALLAD. [een came a ghoft to Marg’ret” sdoor, With many a grievous groan, ig And ay hetwirled atthe pin, v3 Buy anfwer made fhe none. So, ake We = “Ts that my father Philip? “Or is’t my brother John? ° ‘ Or is’t my true love Willy, “ From Scotland new come home? ’Tis not thy father Philip, _“ Nor yet thy brother John; _ But ’tis thy true love Willy, © = “ From Scotland newcome home. “ee, oF ‘ * O fweet Marg’ret ! O dear Marg’ ret! “T pray thee fpeak.to.me; 7 “ Give me my faith and treth, Mig: ret, “ As I gave it to. thee.” < *» ‘ Thy faith and troth Bhat $ never get, “Nor yet will I thee lend, Till that thou come within my bow’ ~ «And kifs my cheek and chin.” » — € ~ «“ If I fhould come w thin’ thy bow’r, « T am no earthly, man; * And fhou’d I kifs thy rofy’ lips, é “Thy days will not be lang. ¢ ~ O fweet Marg’ ret! O dear Marg’ ret! f “ T pray thee fpeak tame; «« Give me my faith and troth Late ret, “ As I gave it to thee.” Thy faith sad: troth thou’s never get a “Nor yet will I thee lend. a Till you take me te yon. kairk- yee “ And'wed.me with a ring.” £ ~ a a “ My bones are buried in 1 Mik yard ‘* A far'beyond the fea; « And it isbut my dpirit, Marg’ ret, « That's now {peaking to thee.” She ftretch’d out ‘her Hily- white‘hand, © And for to doher beft, . bi * Hae theré’s yout’ faith and’ troth, way, 0 “ God fend your-foul good refit Now-the’has kilteck hep aehes of; gicem A piece below her knee, Pht And aw the live-lang winter night | ‘The deadcorpfe follow’ d fhe. *« Ts there room at your head, Willy? “ Or any room at your feet? erp rh eS “ Or any room at‘yourfide, Willy, “ Wherein that I may tenn ON RAPER ER ay 1 ‘“« There’s no room at.my head, Matz! ret; - There’s no room at- my feet: “ There’s no room at my fide, Marg’ret. “ My coffin’s made fo meet.” Then up and crew the red, red cock, And up then crew the grey ; « *Tis,time, tis time, my dear Marg’ EC r of ss That you were going away. >. a No more the ghoft.to Marg’ret faid, But, with a grievous groan, He vanifh’d in a cloud of: miff, And left her all poe « ©) ftay, my ethos true Jove, fay? The conitant Marg’ret cry’d ; Wan grew her cheeks, the clos’d her ech, ‘Stretch’d her foft limbs, and dy’d. 1 b F t ay wa mee =o C HARMS OF MELODY, a a on * 4 Be banigitailc: braves the ocean, Maree, ry TTS Si ASS s ey 8 : MS : A mA ores ip Se: . Bitincse ; i ; of a * : - - SIREN MEDLEY. The Plan of the Publifher isto embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language; f -worth preferving—forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political ‘Songs; ‘as well as Old Englifh, Irih, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &¢——-To which will be added, a complete Index. ; “Saturday Night at Sea. opwas ‘Saturday night, the twink’ling. ftars | _Shone on the rippling fea, No duty call’d the jovial tars, The helm was lafh’d a-lee: - The ample can adorn’d the board, Prepar’d to fee it out, Each gave the lafs-‘that he ador’d; ‘And pufh’d the grog about. . Cry’d honéft Tom, “my Peg Vib toatt, «“ A frigate neat and trim, ‘All jolly Portf{mauth’s favourite boaft: . © T’d venture life and limb, © « Sail fev’n long years, and ne’er fee land, « With dauntlefs heart and fiout, & So ftout a veffel to command ; “ Then;push the grog about.” 4 w ak lt give” cry'd little Jack “* my Poll, -* Sailing in-comely fiate, 4¢ Top ga'ntfails fet; fhe is fo tall, & She looks like a firft-rate: . « Ah! would fhe take her Jack in tow, “*©-Ac voyage for life throughout, No better birth I’d wifh to know ; “ Then pufh the grog about.” Vl give” eryid I, ** my charming Nan, “ Trim, handfome, neat, and tight, What joy fo fine a fhip to man? “ She is my heart’s delight : So well fhe bears the ftorms of life, I’d fail the world throughout, ~~ nw ~ -* Brave ev'ry toil for fuch a wife; -. « Then puth the grog about.” _ Thus to defcribe Poll, Peg, or Nan, : Each his beft smanner tried ; Till, fummon’d by theempty. can,. They to their hammocks hied: Yet ftill they did their vigils keep, Though the huge can was out, For, in foft vifions gentle fleep, Still pufh’d the grog about. The hardy Sailor. Fearlefs ofthe roaring wind, Yet his heart, with foft emotion, . Throbs to feave his‘love behind. ‘To dread of foreign foes a flranger, Tho’ the youth can dauntlefs roam, Alarming fears paint every danger Tn a rival‘ ¢ft at home. _ 4 a - , oo at er x ted eS) ae 3 The Green Willow. An admired Song, Jung by Signora Grate 2n the “ Tron Cheft,”” written by Colman, jun. Down by the river there grows a green willow, - Sing all for my true love! my;true love, O! I'll weep out the night there,the bank for my-pillow, And all for my true love, my true love, O! When bleak-blows the wind, and tempetts are beat- ing, : : T'll count all the clouds, as I mark them retreating, For true lovers’ joys, well-a-day! are as fleeting, _ Sing, O for my true love, &e. pei | Maids come, in pity, when I am departed; Sing all for my true love! &&c. When dead, on the bank; J am found broken hearted, And all for my:true love, tc. "Make me a grave, all while the wind’s blowing; Clofe to the ftream,where my tearsonce were flowing, ’ “Wis all for my true love, ec. > _And over my corfe keep the green willow growing, With the San Utilcat MEauae 2 ATITH the fan I rife. ae morn, Hafte the flocks into the mead; ‘By the fields of yellow corn, There my gentle lambkins feed ;, Ever fportive, ever gay, While the merry pipe. I play... “Lovely Mira joins the ftrain, Calls the wand’rer to its mate ; Her {weet voice can footh each pain, And make the troubled heart elate: ‘Ever cheerful, ever gay, While the merry pipe I play, “When from winter’s rugged arms Zephyrs fleeting leave the grove, Mira cheers me with her charms, Forjher fong is tun’d'to love: ‘Ever happy, ever gay, On the merry pipe I play. Tho’ no {plendor decksmy cot, With my fair I live content ; May it be my happy lot, Still to love and né’er repent: ‘While at dawn, and fetting day, ‘On the merry pipe I play. | “pUBLISHED at-N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, “Where complete Sets, or fingle Numbers, canbe had. er oy ay t , One Penny. © x ee nd > re er Lo ito Adieu to the Village Delights. y a DIEU to the village delights, Which lately my fancy enjoy’d ; No longer the country invites, hs To me all its pleafures are void: __ Adieu, thou fweet health-breathing hill? Thou cant not my comfort reftore 5 For ever adieu my dear vill, My Lucy alas! is no fore. She, fhe wasthe cure of my pain, . My bleffing, my honor, my pride:; She ne’er gave me caufe to complain, *Till that fatal day when-fhe died: Her eyes, that fo beautiful thone, Are clofed for ever in fleep ; And@ mine, fince my Lucy ds gone, Have nothing to do. but to weep. Could my tears. the bright ange! reftore, Like a fountain, they never fhould ceafe ; But Lucy; alas !-is no more, AndIam a ftranger to peace: Let me copy, with fervor devout, The virtues that glow’d-in her heart ; Thenfoon, when life’s fand is run-out, We thall: meet again, never to part. Deborah and Jonathan. “FONATHAN a wooing went, He was fuch a bonny man! ‘And matrimony was the: bent OF little, jolly Jonathan ; Deborah, the damfel’s name, Buxom was and frifky-o! And fure as ever funday came, | He drove her in-his whifky-o: Oh. the whifky! Fime and frifky ! “What a happy maid and man, Deborah and Jonathan! Jonathan, afquabby elf, ~ Wery fhort though ftrong enough, Found his wooing, like himfelf, Not half a quarter long enough- Cries he—’twill be a lucky hit, With wealthy Deb. to tether-o! _ So dug for Deb. the marriage pit, - And.in they fell together-o/ O the tumble, Jolt and jumble, What a frifky wife and man, Deborah and Jonathan. Deborah had money got, Jonathan diminifh’d it: Drank about, nor left hisrpot, 3 ’Till fifty times he finifh’d it 5. : When tipfey he, then Deb. will pout— When fober, feratch and quarrel-o! ‘He bangs the door, damns, flounces out, And joaks again his barrel-o! © the croaking, Scratching, foakingz— ‘What a happy wife and man, Deborah and Jonathan. is Come fing round my favourite Tree. Goris fing round my favourite tree, Ye fongfters that vifit the grove ;~ "T'was the haunt of my-fhepherd and me: And the bark is a record of love. Reclin’d on the turf by my fide, He tenderly pieaded his caufe; - J only with blushes reply’d, And the nightingale fill’d up the paufe. ~ er x ~ CaP sie pee DE But with your Colin’s fuit comply, a 7) hh Se / ee a ae. Te! = re ei \ . ~4 « ws wry a ‘ ¥ ‘ , ° ’ 7 * Fal de ral tit. PPPIWAS Llearn’d a preiy fong in France, ‘And [brought in o’er the fea by chance, And when in Wapping I did dance, Oh! the like was never feen : For'I made the mufic loud toplay, > ‘All for to. pafs the dull hours away, ; é' ‘And when I’d nothing left for tofay, - Then I fung fal de ral-tit, &. -As TI was walking down Thames-ftreet, A. fhip-mate of mine I.chane’d:for to meet, And I was refolv’d him for to treat, With a can of grog gillio! A can of grog they brought us ftraighr, All for to pleafure my.fhip-mate, And fatisfa@tion gave him ftraight, Then I fung fal de ral tit, &c. The maccaronies next came in, 5S All drefs’d fo neat, and look’d fo trim, Thinking to ftrike me dumb : Some was fhort, and fome was tall, But’’tis very well known I bang’d them all, For I dous’d their heads againit the wall, Then I fung fal de ral tite. The landlord then aloud did fay, As how he wifh’d I’d go away, And if I attempted for to flay, As how he'd take thelaw: | | “ O, d—m me” fays I “ you may do your wor, ““ For I have f{earcely quench’d-my thirft”, . All this I faid, and nothing worfe, Then I fung fal de ral tit, &c. ‘Tt’s when I’ve crofs’d the raging main, And be come back to old England again, Of grog Vil drink galore; - ‘With a pretty gitl to fit by my fide, And for her coftly robes I'll provide, * So that fhe:fhall be fatisfy’d, “Then Dll fing fal de ral tit, tc. The Rofy Fair,” t RISE, my tofy.nymph of May, And with your Colin eatly ftray, To tafte the new-morn air, | | The lark his tuneful notes hath rung, To hail you with a bridal fong; Then rife my Rofy Fair. _ Twelve-moons are paft this May-day morn, Since you, beneath the white blown thorn, Avow’d to me, I fwear, . .. . That this fame hour you'd kindly yield ; By ev’ry flow’r that deck the field, Chee You vow'd my Rofy Pair. py’ No longer then fach blifs deny, | . _ That he may ever wear, , f That gentle, kind, and wifh’d-for fing; Which is to bind your Colin fwain, My charming Rofy Fair. * The nymph fhe haften’d:to her love, + ~. , With joy he led her to the grove, ‘ . And fragrant was the air; . = a The linnets tenetul perch’d the {pray, And warbled forth their dulcet lay, To hail the Rofy Fair. * Then foon they join’d the rural train, In {portive dance they trippd the plain, - ee 4 To Hymen’s temple, where. * > 7 7 @ The galden chain, connubial band, s To Colin bound the lily hand ‘J Of his tweet Rofy Far. i) ' oN keege oe : \ a roe . es, eh, ¢ NY > PHE CHARMS OF MELODY. ~~ ant ~~ » - Come let us Dance and Sing. - Plato’s Advice.# THE FAVOURITE FINALE.IN INKLE AND YARICO. GAYS Plato, why fhould man be vain Ck aie Kcunecn 7 Sink bounteous heav’n hath made him great ? oe COME let usdaiceand fing, = : Why look with infolent difdain: . XA While all Barbadoes bells fhall ring, ye Gn thofe undeck’d with wealth or ftate? Lovedtapes fhe wddic’Rviny, ' Can cofily robes, or beds of down, ‘ . AiO Xcousmlags the Inte, Or fplendid gems that deck the fair; - Vtinmenvens 4 wi Can all the glories of acrown; . Poomanay 40 _ Give health, or eafe the brow of care? Happy.at our wedding day, ' ete ig ee ss WC PP) Co ks is chi 5 Oey, ert The fcepter’d king, the 'burthew’d flave, The humble, and the haughty die; And figures in exe : ag ur. Lhe rich, the poor, the bafe, the brave, To tabot, fife and flute. | Chine Ves vis, oie & In.duft, without diftinétion, lie. ‘ | iu Go fearch the tombs where monarchs reff, NARCISSA, § - Who once the greateft titles bore 5 . Aon eee anxious care, _ The wealth and glory they poffefs’d, Is vani into empty. air ; ioaas >I rs, are no eee emPey s : ; | And all their honours, are no more. .. Po join the jocund dance ? ‘So glides the meteor thro’ the fky, =. To and fro, And fpreads along a gilded tfain : ya Couples go, “he ' But, when its fhort-liv’d beauties die; ‘On the light fantaitic toe ; Diffolves to common air again. : Pe While with glee, ‘So*'tis with us, my jovial fouls;— Mervily, - Let friendfhip reign while heré we fay ; _ The rofy hours:advance. Let’s:crown our joys with flowing bowls :=— . 3) Come let us, Se. When Jove us calls we muft obey. - Ne “TRUDGE. *Sbobs now I’m ‘fix’d for life, My fortune’s fair, tho’ ®lack’s my wife ; * An alteration of a Poem, written by the Rev. Mr. Mathevr (Hufband to the celebrated Letitia) Pilkington—beginning, Who fears domettic firife, “Why Lycidas, fold man be vain 2” ' Who cares now a fouce? ’ ee Ea NLAL. ContN aiins e Le Sg) pe eee A Soldier for me. My dingy dear, | es Shall find with her faétotum here, A SOLDIER, 4 foldier, a foldier for hie Night and day, ! His arms are fo bright, Vil trifk and play, 4 ; And he looks fo upright, About the houfe with Wows. - .So gallant and gay, Gome let us, SC. When he trips it away, “YARICO. _ Who is fonice and well powder’d as he? ‘When firt the fwelling fea, | Sing rub a dub, rub a dub, rub a dub, a dub a dub Hither brought ny ae to the; A Poe oe av sia : What then my fate would be, Pe aaa ST TREEee Rae Little did I think: . A foldier, a foldier, a foldier for me. Deoom’d to know, a Caré and woe, ' ' ‘Happy ‘fills Yarico ; A, Since herilove Will conftant prove; And wobly feorns to fhrink, mi ey ri ‘ Come let us. &9c. Each morn when we fee him upon the parade, He cuts fuch a flafh,. . With his gorget and fafh, And makes fuch.ado, ‘With his gaiters and queue, Sleeping or waking, who néed be afraid, Sing rub a dub, Ge. . t ae : ; ‘PpaTTy. : ~~ Set Party fay a word, - _ A chamber-maid may fure be heard ; Sure:men are grown abfurd, Thus taking black for white, To hug and kifs ‘Will hardly fuit an age like-this, x Unlefs here Some friends appear, Who like this. wedding night. ng Come let us, 9 *Qr elfe when he’s mounted fo trim and {fo tall, With broad {werd in hand, ‘The whole town command, Such capers, fuch prances, Such ogling, fach cancel Our hearts gallop off, and are left at Whitehall. Sing taran, tantaran, tantaran, tantaran, tantaran, taran, ; Trumpet and thump it, A foldier, a foldier, a foldier for me. & me set | ‘The thund’ring Drums. _. . The Sea Fight —A Catch. ac ce i Peseta ae 5 Sales hcg HE thund’ring drums did beat-to battle, : oo ' pipe up, all hands, hoy! | Aha wrulfta Fite tinwdaas on dideetnes? ae The enemy fiercely affaii'd, And death with it’s horrors prevail’d. ‘Heavy moans, Dying groans, ‘Could: be heard ’’midft the loudeft alarms ! I fought for your fake, Made the enemy quake, ~ And with conguelt return to your arms. Turn out, ev ry man and boy! Make fail, give chace, Then fplice-main brace . A gallant fhip! my boys, fhe’s Frencht In grog and flip here’s to each wench. ee Loof, boys, higher; ‘ ’ Stand by—fire! She ftrikes! the firikes! our’s is the day. . * A. glorious prize—belay, belay! Capt. Lhompfor. ¢ Wnt - ¥ S e: eee whe ¥ * . 112 BALLADS svciwit anv movenny LEGENDARIES, Se. i Tautrecio and Ifaura;. TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH OF FLOR By Mr. HOOLE. FN fam’d Thouloufe a virgin dwelt, Ifaura was the fair-one’s-name, Whofe charms the young Lautrecio felt, ' And fhe return’d his conftant flame ; But deaf to pray’rs, their parents ftern The ties of mutual love oppofe: Ah! thus muft hearts unpitied burn, And love butdpring to nourifh woes? Alphonfo, fair [faura’s fire, Yor her another fpoufe decrees; — But true to love’s firft"blamelefs fire, ‘She falls and clafps her parents’ knees. « Still, ftill chy angry threats purfue, « Till both with life and griefI part: . ‘ To thee a daughter’s life is. due— - ‘But ah! Lautrecio claims my heart.” Her aged Size, whofe ruthlefs mind Not love but vengeful paffion fway’d, With galling chains the maid confin’d, And +o a dungeon’s gloom convey’d. Lautrecio, menac’d by his rage, Before her prifon breathes his groans: So, near his partnet’s wiry cage, The feather’d fongfter gently moans. It-chanc’d, one night Ifaura fair Her lover’s plaintive forraw hears : Swift to the grate fhe flies, and there Befpeaks.him thus with fireaming téars : My heart’s dear choice! affuage thy pains, “ Still for my truth difmifs thy care : « And know I lightly feel thefe chains, “ Since ’tis for thee thefe chains 1 wear. © a 7 ‘ a Submit me now to fortune’s rage, «« And thou to Philip’s court remove; There let thy yal’rous deeds engage . «“ The prince to ald our faithful love. ©. . ‘* But ere thou goeft, my hand beftows © This only pledge my truth to bind : Memorial fweet! the faireft rofe, © ‘The hyacinth and vi'let'join’d. , 4 7 ‘$ - The wild rofe is the fllow’rI prize, « My favourite hue the wi'let fhews; And wellthe hyacinth fupplies «“ An emblem of my bofom’s woes. ~ 6 * Thefe flow’rs, to which my lips I feal, “ Shall moiften’d with my tears remain, «© And thefe for ever fhall reveal “ Our loves, alas! exchang’d in vain.” She faid; and through the grated frame _ The token to-her lover threw, When fudden lo! Alphonfo came, And fnatch’d hertrembling from his view. To France Lautreciofpeeds his way, -But meditates a fwift return 3 _ While confcious fhades his grief ‘betray, As echoes round Ifaura mourn. Full foon he hears that wafting war : On every fide for valour calls, | That England’s hero (fam’d afar)} Had clofe befieg’d his native walls. Lautrecio now returns in hafte, And foon his feet the'fortrefs gain; He fees the brave Thouloufans chac’d In heaps before the hottile trains One warrior fole, with noble fire ~ Refitts, nor fhrinks from death difmay’d, Twas fair [faura’s ancient fire ; Laurtecio flies to yield him aid. > = , am ff te A ~ ie 6 IAN s _ Ere fhe fee the earl of Murray as é y x Ta a then 79) 4468 os He whirls his fword, he fhouts, he faves= + ‘Himfelf the warrior’s bulwark ftands; _ = - ‘es - ~ eee - ‘Though wounded fore, the foe he braves, - And featters Edward’srouted bands) = té« But death, alas! :kis wound purfues, In honour’s field Lautrecio lies; . Alphonfo, turning thence, ‘he views,’ °°” And calls him thus with feeble cries - ‘ Relentlefs fire of her I love, : “© In me thy pride a fon difdain’d; ~~ “And thus reveng’d, I joy to prove “ ‘That fate which ‘has thy:fafety gain’d. “ Yet grant at leaft the pray’r I make; . “* Tfaura’s future griefs difpel— “ O! tellher, that I bade thee take “« And bear to her my laft farewell! “ Give herthefe flow’rs, bedew’d-with gore, “ Dear pledges. of Lautrecio’s blifs ; “ But let my dying lipsonce more “* Imprint on thefe an ardent kifs.” Such words he {poke and breath’d his lat; Alphonfo mourn’d hisheavy fate; The flow’rs he took, and fighing pafs’d ' The dreadful tidings to relate. A few fhort'days fuffic’d to wafte ‘The fad [faura’s fleeting breath ; But firft with trembling hand.fhe trac’d _ This mournful teftamentgn death : On every yéar the maid decreed, In mem’ry of her former woes, Each flow’r fhould prove the poet’s meed W hofe rival Arain moft fweetly flows. Her little wealth the left to frame The myftick flow’rs in fhining gold ; And ftill, obfervant of the dame, Her country’s fons this cuftom.hold. The Earl of Murray. ‘In December 1591, Francis Stewart earl of Bothwell wade-an at= tempt to Jeize on the perjon of James. VI. but being difappointed had yetired towards the worth, The hing gave a commifficn te George: Gordon earl of Huntley, to purfue Bothwell andtis’ fol- lowers with fire and word. Huntley, to revenge a private quar- » rel he. had againft James Stewart, earl of Murray, a relaticn of ‘ Both:vell's, in the night of Feb..1§92, defet Murray's howe, burnt it. to the ground, and flew, Murray bimJelf, / . The prefent ‘lord. Murray hath now in bis poffifion.a pilure of bis anceffor naked and covered-awith wounds, which had been carried about, according tothe cuftont of that.age, in order to inflame the populace to revenge his.death. It is atradition.in the'family, that Gordon of Bucky gave Lim a wound in the face ; Murray half ex- « piring faid, « You hae fpslt a better face than your awin.” Upon thi, Bucky pointing his dagger at Huntley's breaft, fwore, “* You. Jfoall be as decp as 1; and forced kim to fierce the poor defencelejs body, oe rea Ve E Hielands and ye Lawlands Owharhaeye been? . They have flain the earl of Murray And laid him on the green! Now wae be to you. Huntley! O wharfore did ye fae? . I bad you bring him wi you; ‘ But forbad you him to flay.’ i He was a bra galant, : And he rid at the ring ; The bonniz earl of Murray — . He micht ha been a king. He was a bra galant, And he playd‘at the ba; The bonnie earl of Murray aha Was the flower,amang them a. He was a bra galant, And he playd at the gluve; The bonnie earl of Murray He.was the queen’s luve. ‘© lang will his lady | pt ‘Look owr the cafile downe, ai Cam founding throuch the tour! Vane ; z 1 T HL E F MELOD OR Sree VD Ieee Moe erent ow ce kei eo ae ca) RAE | ELT a key oe fF ARNO RL AD RERINCE” WL IE ee ee a _ The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand‘Folio Volume, ail the Songs, ancient and modern, if? the Englith Language worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humgrous, ‘Sea, and Politicat To which will be added, a complete Index. Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Irith, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, Bec, 8c. The Requett. ELL me, babbling Echo, why You return me “figh for figh ? - When I of flighted love complain, You delight to mock my pain. Bold intruder, night and day, Bufy tell-tale hence away: Me and my-cares in filence leaves ~ Come not near me whilft,I grieve. | But if my fw ain, with all his charms, Returns to blefe my coe yi a arms, Vl call thee from thy dark retreat, The joyful tidings to-repeat. | Repeat, repeat, repeat thy ftrain : Tell it o’er and o'er again. From morn to night prolong the tale ‘Let it ring from-vale to vale. ~ “ ds am ‘not Twenty. ‘S thro’ the grove, che other day, I gang’d fo blithe and bonny, ‘Who fhould I meet upon the way, But. my true lover, Jonny : With eager hafie He clafp’d my waift, Rea. gave me kiffes plenty; Ms _. Tho’ Ldeny’d, And thus reply’d, “« Dear lad, I am not twenty.’ « What's that tome’? the: fhepherd-ery’d, You're old enough to.marry ; _ « Then come, {weet girl, and be my bride, “© No longer let us tarry: « But let’s be gone, * O’er yonder lawn, - Where lads and laffes plenty, “« Are fill’d with joy, « And kifs and toy, « Altho’ they are not twenty.” A liften’d to his foothing: tale, | And gang’d wi’ him fo rarely, With fong and pipe he did prevail, He won my withes fairly : Oh! he’s the lad That makes me glad, ‘Wath kiffes fweet m plenty; So I declare, By all that’s: fair, Vil wed, tho’ not aria twentye The Girl of my Heart. SUNG IN THE WOODMAN,’ 1: the world’s crooked path where I’ve been, There to fhare-of life’s gloom my poor part, The bright fun-fhine that foften’d the {cene, Was, a {mile from the girl of my heart. Not a‘fwain, when the lark quits her neft, But to labour with glee will depart, Tf at eve he expects toe bleft, .- With, a fmile from the girl OF his: heart. ‘Come then, croffes and cares, as they may, | Let my mind full this maxim impart, That the comfort of man’s fleeting day, ds, a {mile from the girl of his heart. Bates Dudley, Zepnyr and the Rofe. i j 7 HEN zephyr,who fighsfor thelover’sfoft blife Salutes by furprife the coy rofe ; Averting her head the declines his fond kifs, Her beautiful lips ftrives to clofe : ‘ Though all mildneis the youth of fuch fragrance poffets’d, * T ranfported he feeds on her breath ; Nor, thoughtlefs, refleéts,while he feels himfelf bleft To her who thus Bleffes ’tis death. Wer, thoughtle/s, ie Ls Now clofer he preffes! unable to fpeak, What muft the dear innocent feel ? Alarm him,yedew-drops, that roll down each cheek, Her anguifh entreat him to heal : Ah! bid him beware, left a moment of joy, Of joy, fpite of honor obtain’d, ¢ , The peace of two minds in a moment défiroy, That peace which can ne‘er be regain’d, The peace; ESa.% The rogue hears fagepradence, not fetiming to hear, And feels, tho’ not feeming to feel! His lips check the courfe of each delicate tear, Then dabour her anguifh to heal: The breath juft exhaufted by one ftolen kris, A thoufand chafte kiffes reftore ; + . And crimfon’d with blufhes, her beauty and blifs Grow perfe& and leffen no more. i? And = a, Fe. - \ t , \ PUBLISHED gi N° 10, BEDFORD.-ROW, Buble oem Where complete. Sets, Or. fingle Naeaeeay be had. dei fees. oa o.< * > > ie Ce ae Ne ee ne or OT Oe "=a a 7 M4 wy Rep cua ga SY, : o ; / eh nM | Twas near @)Pufing Rive! Side. ee ~The Night was aitle re TE. AS near a purling riverYide,> 0», _ pH night was ftill, the air ferene, — \\ here bending willows kifs the, tide’; ; Fann’d by a. fouthern breeze ; Young Chloe fat, with head reclin’d, The glimm’ring moon might juit’ ie feen, ‘On flow’ry bank, opprefs'd if mind. thr 5) ‘Rellecting thro’ the trees. Her bofom heav’d with throbbing fighs, The bubbling water’s conftant courfe, “Tho tears ran trickling from hereyes; »» ; From off th’.adjacent hilly — »’ Dig 5 geek Her face reflected with defpaix, 3 Was mournful Echo’s laft refource, #ind.ev’ry groan te-echo’d care. 1% All nature was. fo fill, Till grief at laft gave fuch a ftroke, ; The conftant fhepherd fought this Shade, Het eye-lids clos’d, her heart-flrings broke. _ |< By forrow fore opprefs’d ; Yet, ere fhe dy’d, in folemn tone. . Clofe by a fountain’s margin laid, ‘She fpoke thefe words without. groan: 4, its His painthe thus expreis’d:— : ««. Farewell, ye meads—farewell,:ye bow’rs; _ ; “ Ah, wretched youth! why didf thou love, ‘ Tranflucid fireams, and fragrant flow’ rs.: ‘Or hope:to meet fucceis; «+ ** Colin, and earthly joys, adieu ; >. “Or think the fair would conftant prove, “No longer I can flay with you. “ Thy blooming hopes to: blefs? “Pind me the rofe on barren fands ; “ The lily ’midft the rocks; — és.” . This Day is our own. « ‘The grape in wild. deferted lands; pRay don’t fleep or think, “ A wolf to.guard the flocks. & But give us fome ‘drink, “ Thofe you, alas! will fuoner gain, For faith I’m mot plaguily dry ; “ And will more eafy find, Wine cheers up the foul, * Than-meet with aught bur ee difdain ) Then fill up the bowl, ** In faithleds womankind, . ‘For ere long, you ail know we muftdie. * ie ¥ Riches alone now win the’ iy Yefterday’s | gone, “ Merit they quite defpife$ This day is our own, «The conftant lover, thro’ Alpi, r To-morrow we never may fee; Thought caufes us {mart, Becaufe Soe wealthy, di at And eats-up the heart ; ‘Then let us be ¢ jovial and free. “The Rofe-Bud, The wosld 3 is a cheat, WEET bud! to Laura’ sbofom go, . With a face. bounterteit, Andlive beneath her eye; _ te ae > oe aT < ar 118 ry “The Sheep- Gon a: SUNG IN THE WINTER’S TALE. a, 4 OME, come, my good fhepherds, our Stes we muft fhear ; Tn your holiday fuits with your laffes appear ; ‘The happieft a of folks are the guiitlefs and tree ; And who are fo guiltlefs, fo happy as we? Weharbour nopailionsby luxury taught; We pradtife no arts ‘with hypocrify fraught ; ; ¢ » What we think*in Our hearts, you may read in our eyes? For, knowing no falfhood, we Pe no difguife. ee. > By mote and caprice are the city dames led, But we as the children wf mature arebred— By her- hand alone we.are painted and dreft ; ¥ or the rofes will ie hen there’s peace in the -breatt. Fthias iant, 2 cnbi tiene never ‘can dread, _ Our roofs are too low for fo lofty ‘a head; ~ Content and fweet cheerfulnefs open our door, _ Lhey {mile with: thefimple, and feed-with the poor. When. lave has poffeis'd us, that love we reveal, Vike the flocks that we feed,are the paffions werfeel; So harmlefs and fimple we fport, and we play, And leave to fine folk £5 10 deceive and betray: Me Dien the Burn, Davy, Love. WEN ve did-bud, and fields-were green, And flow'rs were fair,to fees When. Mary.-was. complete, fifteen, And-love: laugh *d.in her eee; |. +h" Blithe Davy’s looks her heart did move. - ‘To fpeak her mind thus free ; “ Gang down the burn, Davy love, « AndT will folloiw thee: - Now Dayy odie each: lad furpafs That.dwelt,on-this burr. fide; And Mary was.a bonny lafs, Juft meet to bea bride.: Her cheeks were rofy red, and white, Her eyes were aatire’Ulue, * Her Idoks were like‘Aurora bright, | “Her li tha like dropping déw. Whit pats’ d, T guefs, was harmlefs play, — And nothing, fure, unmeet! f For, ganging home, ‘I-heard them tay, They -lik’d a walk fo fweet : By His cheek to her’s he fondly laid; _ She cry’d, “ fweet love be true; * And when a wifé, a’ now a maid, * To death I'll follow yen r When Peace here was reigning. wre peace here was reigning, » And love without waining, ; Or care orcomplaing, _ . Bele. Lata difdaining.; Si _ This, this was my way, , With my pipe and my tabor I laugh’d down the day, ~ Norenvy’d the joys of. my Fadler: Now fad transformation: Runs thro’ the whole nation; Peace, love, recreation, All chang’d to vexation; — This, this is my way, | With my Pipe and my tabor /T laugh down the.day, And pity the-cares of my neighbour os While.all are defigning,. SS Their friends undermining, Reviling, repining, To mifchief inclining 3 shai This, this is my way, With my pipe and my tabdor, eI fee down the day, had pie ugsses res of my pen iaak Love ae ie T left my love behind: “me ; 4! Sh tim el tame ae dais 3 LH lat time. I came Oe the muir, a Ye, pow’rs! what pain do I endure; When foft.ideas: mind me? Soon as the ruddy morn difplay’d ‘The beaming day enfuing, » f _ I met betimes my-lovely: a F ho In fit: ‘retreat or wooing. ca % Beneath the ‘osling fhade wetay, Sar _°))- That make the k a ee me ee Lo Tn all my foul-there’s not: one place he, | Gazing and chaftly fporting ; We kifs’d and promis’d time ai 4 Till night fpread her black curtain. I pitied.all beneath the Skies, “Ev’n kings, when fhe was nigh me; ‘In raptures I beheld her eyes, Which could: butll denyner ‘Should d bescalit a where ca c annons. erase, Where-mortal ‘fteel may ‘wound me's" “Or caft-upon fome foreign fhore, Where dangers may furround me : “Yet hopes again to“fee‘my love, ~~ -Tofeaft on. glowing kiffes, 9, thy Om Shall. make my; cares.at ‘diftante’ move, | gi Ln profpeét of fuch bliffes. To let artvalenterdw’ .simrcnitg, yegeorw Sin chvreaeaeel a ince fhe.excels.in ev'zysgracey 6{ . yes oh ae 3 In her my love fhall centre... | 23 Sooner the.feas-thall ceafe to flow, ie :% ‘Their. waves. the Alps to cover; On Greenland’s ice fhall rofes grow, Before I ceafe to love her. ATs : The next time I go o ‘er. the muir, She-thall a lover find me ;,. And that my faith is firm, and pure, Tho’ [left her: behind me: yt Then Hymen’s facred bonds fhall chain a My heart to her fair bofom 373 © “7 There, while my being does remain, . My love more fiefh, fhall bloffom, Etrick Banks. | .N Rc banks, i in a fummex’ S night,” Jay i 4 I met my laffy, braw and tight, Ms Came wading, barefoot, a’her la e2 : My arms about her lily neck, o>) ae And kifs’d and clap’d her ‘there. fou tangs ae, % I faid, my laffy, will ye ‘go. in To the highland. hills, the oe Jearos When ye come to the: brig ‘of Earn. me At Leith auld meal comes in, ne’er fafh, Chear up your heart, my bonny | ie! ae 5 i There’s gear. to win we “never: faw. ier When winter, frofts, anc er pega; Soon as the fun-gaes weft J’li ferew my pipes, and play a {pring © And thus the'weary night we'll end, Our pleafant fummer back again. Syne when the trees are in. their bloom, I’ll meet my lats amang the broom, And lead you to my fummer fhield. ~ adly hearts their fpomy _ f - We'll laugh and kifs, and dance and fing, _ At glowing - when the fheep drave Ashe? 7a My heart grew light, I ran, I flan My words they were na ney feck. I'll baith gi'e thee a cow andewe, . And herrin oS oe the Broomy Law ; All day when we have wrought, nough, At night when you fit doi a {pin, Till the tender kid the lamb-time bring And géwans glent o’er ilka field, “Then fat frac a* “their feornfu’ din, _ “And gar the henge tt day foamy ih He pip’d fo fweet, and danc’d fo gay, : ~Alas! he ftole myheart away.’ ° _ “While rapture {parkléd in his eyes” gt Re Se ‘He might the coldeft' heart enfnare: -I promis’d foon, andfoon comply’d : And foft, when“t tadto-her:pulfe is. ~ Tl kifs her fecu'a feculorum: 0 dies benedidforum: A eee anes 5 ; 2 i) . ida Mere x. : ; O'Keefe. ny (SC ; see tree Hi Re - vis mest as th’ immortal gods ts he, at * “And hears and fees thee, all the while, _, ad fainted, fuok, and dy’d away. (i). + set we oo gis Ae ¥ % 1 eS ii oe nN ; "The Birth: of May, WHEN rural lads’and laffes pay, ! Proclaim’d the birth of rofy May, «¢ ‘When round the may-pole, on the green, Fem ‘The ruitic dancers all are feen; | "Twas there young Jockey met my view, / His like before ] never knew; 1 Alas! he danc’d my heart. away. At eve, when cakes and ale went round, He plac’d him next me on.the ground, With harmlefs mirth, and pleating jeft He fhone more bright than all the ref; He talk’d of love, and prefs’d my hand, Ah! who could fuch @ youth withftand? * Well pleas’d I ‘heard what he could fay ; 2 AEF ' He often heav'd a tender figh,, So winning was his grace‘and air, But when he afk’d me, for his bride, What nymph on earth could fay. him nay? eh + AAlas! he ftole my'heart away. seins rt 1 Amo, Armas. ay et) Aes ~~ Tlove a lafs, AAs a cedar tall and flender, Sweet cowflips grace - “Isher zominative-cafe, And fhe’s' of the feminine gender. Rorum corum, Sunt divorum, | _ Harum fearum.divo: : ‘Tag, rag, merry derry, perriwig and hat-band, Flic, hoc, horum, Peniliyoe vr , Can I decline, A nymphedevine? Her voice as a-flute is dulcis, Her occulus bright, Her manus white, Korum corum, Se. ‘O how bella,» My puella :. If Lve luck, fir, - She’s my uxer, » \Rorum corum, &€ c Bleft as th’ immortal Gods is he. The youth who fondly fits by thee, Softly fpeak, and fweetly {mile. ’Twas this de riv'dymy foul of refi, And rais’d aaa tumultsin my breaft ; For white I gaz’d, in tranfport toft, My breath was gone, my voice was lol. My bofom glow’d, a fubtle flame Ran quick thro’ all my vital frame ; O’er my dim eyes a darknefs hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung. | ‘In dewy damps my limbs were chill’d, My blood with gentle horror thrill’d, ‘My feeble-pulfe forgot to play’; eT z XK _ Sir James the Rofs, AN OLD BAEZLAD. ©OF all the Scottifth Northern. chiefs, % Of his high warlike name, Aes 3 The braveft was Sir James the Rofs, Avknight of meikle fame, ‘His growth was asthe tuftedfir That crowns the mountain’s. brow, And waving o’er his {houlders broad, His locks of vellowen: a * ae The chieftain of the brave clan Rofy, A.firm‘undaunted band; . : Five hundred warriors drew the fword # Beneath his high command. d In bloody fight:thrice had he ftood Againft the Englifh keen, i ‘Ere two-and-twenty opning fprings © This blooming-youth had feen. ‘The fair Matilda dear he lov‘d, A maid of beauty rair, re Even Marg’ret on the Scottifh throne he Was never‘half fo-fair, — ieee Lang had he woo'd, lang the refus’d With feeming {feorn and pride; Yet aft her eyés confefs'd the love Her fearful words deny’d. ‘At laft-the blefs’d his well-try’d faith, Allow’d-his tender claim; | ‘ ‘She vow’d to him her virgin heart, And own'd an equal'flame ~ ‘Her father, Buchan’s cruel lord, Their paffion difapprov’d, ‘And bade her wed Sir John the Graham, ° ~ And leave the youth ‘the lov’d. ao At night they met-as they were wont, ‘Deep in a fhady wood, “Where on the bank befide the burn, A blooming faugh-tree ftood. . Conceai’d among the underwood The crafty Donald lay, . The brother of Sir John the Graham, -. To hear what they would fay. . _ When thus the maid began. :-—* My fire | “Your paffion difapproves, oe And bids me wed Sir John the Graham, “So here muft end our loves! “My father’s will muft be obey’d, “ Nought boots me to withftand ; '* Some fairer maid in beauty’s bloom “© Shall blefs thee with her hand. “ Matilda foon fhall be forgot, “*« And from thy mind defac’d; “ But may that happinefs be thine « Which I can never tafte™. * What do I hear? Is this.thy vow ?”. Sir James the Rofs reply’d, *¢ And will Matilda wed the Graham, “ ‘Pho’ dworn.to.be my bride? « His fword:fhall fooner pierce my heart ‘© Than reave me of thy charms!’ _ Then clafp’d her to his beating breaft, Faft lock’d within her arms. — ‘« T {peak to try thy love,” the faid, « Jl] ne’er wed man but thee ; ‘The grave fhall be my bridal bed, “Ere Graham my hufband be. “ Take then, dear youth, this faithful kif,” “ In witnefs of my troth, “‘ And every plague become my lot, “ That.day I break my oath.” . . aa _ ae They Wels ihe nag i Ss re tas fet, aft’ly Donald flies, - ye turn chee, turn thee, beardlefs y out,” He loud infulting cries, * aie turn’d about the fearlefs chief, And foon his fword he drew, For Donald’s blade before his breatt ' Had pierc’d his‘tartans through. ~ « This for my brother’s flighted love, “ His wrongs fit on my arm: ‘Three paces back the youth retir’d, And fav’d himfelf frae harm. Returing fwift his hand he rear’d Frae Donald’s head above, And thro’ the brains.and crafhing bones His harp edg’d weapon drove. He ftagg’ring reel’d, then tumbled down, A lump ot breathlefs clay ; ** So fall my foes!’* quoth valiant Rofs, ; And ftately ftrode away. Thro’ the green wood he.quickly hy ‘4, / Unto lord Buchan’s hall, And at Matilda’s window ftood, And thus began toicall : “ Art-thou afleep, Matilda dear’. “ Awake, my love, awake; . Thy lucklefs lover calls on thee, “ A long farewell to take. “ For I have flain fierce, Donald Graham, * His blood ison my fword; “ And diftant are my faithful men, “ Nor can affift their lord. To Skye I’ now dire& my way, “ Where my two brothers bide, * And raife the valiant of the ifles - * To combat on my. fide.” * O, do not fo !” the maid replies, With me till morning ftay, For dark and dreary is the night, «« And dangerous is the way : - ¢ n n All night I’ll watch you in the park; “ My faithful page I'll fend, * Torun and raife the Rofs’s clan, * ‘Their mafter to defend.” Beneath a bufh he laid-him down, And wrapt himin his plaid; __, While trembling for her lover's fate, At diftance flood the maid. Swift ran the page o’er hill and dale, Tillin’a lowly glen He met the furious fir John Graham, With twenty of his men. “ Where go’ft thou, little page?” he {aid “So late who did thee fend ?” “ T goto raifethe Rofs’s clan, “ Their mafter.to defend ; For he has flain fierce Donald Graham, * His blood is on his fword, nd far, far diftant are his men, '« That fhould affift their lord.” « And has he flain my mele dear?” The furious Graham replies, “ Difhonour blaft my name! but he ‘« By me, ere morning, dies. « Tellme, where is fir James the Rofs? “ I will thee well reward ;” “ He fleeps within lord Buchan’ s park’; “ Matilda is his guard.” They f{purr’d their fteeds in furious mood, And fcour’d along the lea ; They reach’d lord Buchan’s lofty tow’rs » By dawning of the day. — » ’ a Out {pouting came the purple tide, ele ee, Oe ae Matilda ftood without the gate, 7 a tens To whom thus Graham did fay; “ Saw ye Sir James the. fs, lait night, y “ Or did he pais this way?” ed? * Laft day at noon,” Matilda faid, «« Sir James the Rofs pafs'd by, “ He furious prick’d his fw veaty fteed, 4 . ** And onward faft did hy. “ By this he is at Edinburgh crofs, . “Tf horfe and man hold good”’— — ~ Pye « Your page:then ly’d, who faid he pa r; “* Now fleeping in the wood. ese She wrung her hands and tore her hair, “ Brave Rofs! thou art betray’d,. ** And ruin’d by thofe.very. means. | as “From whence I hop’d thine aid.’ ae By this the valiant knight ayrak’d, ell The virgin’s fhriek he heard; . And up ee rofe, and drew his eek, When the fierce band appear’d.y “Your fword laft night my’ brother flew, ae *« His ‘blood yet dims ‘its fhine } But ere the fetting of the fun, Your blood fhall reek on -mine.” 4 n ‘ ” You word it well,” ithe chief return’d, «* But deeds approve the man, “« Set by your men, and hand to hand \ > “ We'll try what valour can. « Of boafting hides a coward’s heart,’ > «“ My weighty fword you fear, ©». Which fhone in front! of Flodden field, . “« When you kept in the rear.*” . With dauntlefs ftep ‘the forward firode, And dar’d-him to the fight; — . But Graham gave back, and _ fear'd his arm, For well he knew its might. a 4 * Four of his men, the braveft¥four; Sunk down beneath his fword; But ftill he fcorn’d the poor revenge, And fought their haughty dord. Behind him bafely Graham came, iy -And pierc’d himin the fide, sy And all his tartans died. io But yet his fword quit not the grip, me. Nor dropt he to the ground, aN *Till thro’ his en’my’s heart, his fteel or ad forc’d a mortal wound, 1 —" Graham like a tree with wind o' ferthrown, Fell breathlefs on the clay, And down befide him funk the Rf, And faint and dying day, ; The fad Matilda {aw hi fall, ‘“O fpare his life !’’ fhe cried, °° ** Lord Buchan’s daughter begs his life, « Let her not be deny’d. 7 abagel. Her well known voice the hero heard, rel » He raisd’ his half-clos’d eyemy And fix’d them on the weeping maid, And weakly thus replies; — aa a “¢ Jn vain Matilda begs the life ‘ “¢ By Death’s arreft deny’d; , . “ My race‘is run !-Adieu, any wee Then clos’d his eyes and dy’d. The fword, yet warm, from his left fide” e. j With frantic hand fhe drew; hI “ I come, Sir James the Rofs,” the cried, “IT come to follow you. She lean’d the hilt againft the Ea aoe ae And bar’d her fnowy breaf, Then fell upon her lover’s face, Rae od to endlefs reft. 4 -_ - ; uf , - Jocund morn and ev’ning gay, ‘Claim’d the merry Roundelay. “What could I do but buckle too, O ilka bleffing on the laird _ ‘J can’t withitand to give my hand THE . CHARMS OF MELODY, OR SIREN MEDLEY. The Roundelay. ‘i “SUNG IN THE CARNIVAL OF VENICE. * -my_pleafant native plains, Wing’d with’ blifs each moment flew; ‘Nature there infpir’d the ftrains, , Simple as the joys I’knew: Claim’d the merry Roundelay. Bields and flocks and fragrant flow’rs, “All: that health and-eafe impart, “Call’d fer artlefsmufic’s power, — Faithful echoes to the heart. ‘Happy hours for ever, gay, ‘But the breath of genial fpring, Wak’d the-warblers of the grove, Who, {weet birds, have heard you fing, Would not:join: the fong of love? ‘Your fweet notes and chauntings gay © @laim’d the merry Roundelay. Bonny Charley. “DEARLY dollovetorove . Among the’ fields of barley, *Twas there that Charley told his love, ‘The blithe the winfome Charley; Then he fo fu’d, and he fo woo’d, And marriage was the parley, With bonny, bonny Charley. .Q my bonny, bonny boy, My bonny, bonny Charley; .O my bonny, bonny boy, My bonny, bonny Charley. I ken the laffes rue the day I fought the field of barley ; And ftrive to win from me away, The heart of winfome Charley ; ‘But, ah! how “vain, they canna gain His love, by all their parley ; And now they fee he woos but me, bonny, bonny Charley. is i . f : O my Lonny, See That owns thefields of barley ; And ken I him alone regard, For he is winfome.Charley : The gentle youth, with pureit truth, “So woos me:late and early: To bonny, bonny Charley. j i ‘O my banny, Se.. Soe . oe ‘William.and Caroline. tee at the break of day we fpy'd | The fignal to unmoor, Which fleeplefs Caroline défery’d,. Sweet maid,'from Gofport fhore : The freth’ning gale at length arofe, ae nae began to {well, 4 Nor could cold fear the thought oppofe, ‘Of bidding me farewell. idea ‘In open boat, the mine of worth Soon reach’d our veffel’s fide, ‘Soon too'the found her William’s birth, . But fought me not to chide: * Go” fhe exclaim’d “ for Fame’s a caufe “ A female fhould approve ; For, who that’s:true to honour’s laws ** Ts ever falfe to love. 4 - 66 66 My heart is loyal, fcorns to fear, “ Nor will it ever fail, Tho’ war’s unequal wild career “ Should ‘William’s life affail. “ Tho’ death ’gainit:thee exert his fway, “ Oh! truft me, but the dart ‘“ That wounded thee will find its way ‘¢ To Caroline’s true heart. 6é -« Should conqueft, in fair form array'd, ¢ Thy loyal efforts crown, ‘In Gofport will be found a maid “ That lives for thee alone: “ May girls, with hearts fo firm and tru - © To-love and glory’s caufe, ““¢ Meet:the reward they havein view, “« The meed of free applaufe.” Beneath this Green W illow. YD ENEATH ‘this green willow, . , My Phoebé’s retreat, The foft turf her feat, My bofom her pillow, ~ What tranfports:I knew! ‘How bleft-the hours flew ! Ah! willow! ‘Beneath this preen willow. But long tempeft-toit, Now Phoebe is loft On life’s fiormy billow, I fit all alone And make my fad moan, Ah! willow! ‘Beneath this green willews we <) ~ ae : The Village Maiden. ', HEN firfi I faw the village maiden, ] ' Like Cynton, motionlefs I itood, Twas Iphigenia’s felf appearing, So lovely, beautiful and good : Her cheeks outblufh’d the rip’ning rofe, Her fmiles would banifh mortal’s woes, So fweet the village maiden. Clariffa’s eyes all eyes attracting, Her breath Arabian {pices feign, For her, like ore, would av’rice wander, And venture all the prize to gain: I told my love with many fears, Which fhe return’d with fpeaking tears, Then fighed the village maiden. She figh’d becaufe fhe 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, I fhall be rich and envied fure, To gain the village maiden. x Vive la Bagatelle. BY vain the grave and wife, The thoughtful and the fage, Would teach us to defpife The joys that fuit our age : ‘Youth’s the feafon to be gay, Then {mile each beau and belle, ‘To joy we'll give the day, Ah!—vive la Bagatelle. The laughing hours invite To fport while young and gay, With love and foft delight Our minutes pafs away; Old age ‘and care they fay O’ertake each beau and belle; Who'd meet fuch foes half way? * Ah !—vive la Bagatelle. nnn eee en cc eee acer cn ener ccce eee ance acne reece reece ie anc ree re crnceae ne cre ets ea =— — . Je Penfe a Vous. / E penfe a vous—where’er I ‘ftray, F While forrow marks my lonely way; "The fports of fpring unmov’d I view, Alone I figh and think of you. Te penfe a-vous. Ah! why in abfence do I mourn, Why vainly wish for your return; ‘While tranfient-pleafures you purfue, Alone I.figh and think of you. . Fe penfe a vous. Come then to chear our native plain, Return to blefs our conftant {wain ; With love reward a love fo true. O think of him»who thinks on you. Fe penfe a vous. - Patty Clover. V HILE little on the village green, We play’d, I learn’d to love her: She feem’d to me fome fairy queen, So light tripp’d Patty,Clover. ‘With ev’ry fimple childifh art I try each day to move her ; The cherry pluck’d, the bleeding heart, To give to Patty Clover. The faireft flow’rs to deck her breaft -I chofe—an infant lover: I ftole the goldfinch from its net, To give to Patty Clover. e4 % a | 5 ~ Veh Seren delealhalnanenea ee vane WHE CHARMS OF MELODY. ~ t The Fox Chafe. Ant the found of the horn, We rife in the morn, And waken the woods as we thunder along; Yoix, yoix, tally-o, After Reynard we go, While echo on echo redoubles the fong. Not the fteeds of the fun, Our brave courfers outrun, O’er the mound, horfe and hound, fee us bound in. fulliery; ee ; ‘Like Pheebus we rife, ~ A. NeoF To the height of the fkies, And, carelefs of danger, five bars we defy. We waken the woods, Sc. At eve, fir, we ruth, And are clofe at his bruh, Already he dies—fee him panting for breath ; Each feat and defeat, We renew and repeat, Regardlefs of life fo we’re in at the death. We wuken the woods, cs With a bottle at night, We prolong the delight, _ Much Trimbuth we praife, and the deeds that were done: r Cie _ And yoix tally-o, The next morning we go, » With Phoebus to end, as we mount with the fun. We waken the woods, Fc. Lovely Anna. WHEN lovely Anna firft I view’d, Amid’ the num’rous throng: Fearful my heart fhould be fubdu’d, I thus addrefs’d my fong— Sweet Sonof beauty now forbear | Thy bow to bend in vain; : Not once enchain’d to all that’s dear, My freedom IJ’ll maintain. > With feornful look the youth reply’d : Can nought thofe charms infpire ?_ ‘To fuch the gods would be ally’d, ‘Perfection all admire: He ftraight let fly an arrow keen, » j A chafm wide was op’d; # Soft pleafure flow’d, I view’d her mein, — To gain herallIhop’d | |. Guardian Angels. Co angels, now protecét me, Send, ah! fend the youth T love; Deign, O Cupid, to direé&t me, Lead me through the myrtle grove. Bear my fighs, foft-floating air, ‘Say I love him to defpair, Tell him, ’tis for him I grieve, For him alone I with to live. ’Mid fecluded dells I wander, ee Silent as the fhades of night; Near fome bubbling rill’s meander, Where he erft has bleft my fight ? There to weep the night away, There to wafte in fighs the day. Think, fond youth, what vows you fwore, And muft I never fee thee more? Then reclufe fhall be my dwelling, » Deep in fome fequefter’d vale ; There with mournful cadence fwelling, Oft repeat my love-fick tale: e And the lark and Philomel Oft fhall hear a virgin tell What the pain to bid adieu To joy, to happinels, end rou. _ 4 - BALLADS ‘ANCA on T AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, bs i a cena Lenora. A GERMAN BALLAD. Lhe following Ballad is in fuch eftimation at prefent in London, that an Edition of it, adorned with ele- gant Engravings, is now felling at the enormous Price of ‘One Guinea. ‘The Author, Godfrey Auguftus Burger, receiver of the Land-tax at Wollmerfhaufen, in Germany, and Author of the Wild Hunt{man, and many other celebrated Pieces. eee frightful dreams Lenora rofe Before the dawn of day:— ““ Has William broke his plighted vows? «¢ Why this unkind delay ? “* King Frederick’s battles he had fought, “ And in the field of Prague had fought, “« And had not told his faithful bride “ Tf good or ill did him betide.” No more the hoftile pow’rs engage, Nor ftain with blood the field; ‘To peace is huth’d their mighty rages Now reft the {word and fhield. The warlike-drum, the martial fife No more awake the direful ftrife, But now with peaceful laurels crown’d The hero beats the feftive ground. Now ev’ry way and ev’ry ftreet Teems with the mingl’d throng— Eager the coming hoft to greet ' Allas they ‘pafs along. *¢ Thank heaven!” cry’d many a happy bride «« Thank heaven !’’ each happy fpoule reply’d. Lenora, haplefs and forlorn, ; Was left alone to weep,'to mourn. Urg’d by alternate hope and fear, She join’d the virgin train: She fought, fhe call’d her William dear; But fought or call’d in vain. And now in-madneis of defpair “ Wildly fhe tears her raven hair, ’ And flings herielf upon the ground ; Her plaints the rocks and woods refound. Her mother haften’s to her aid— « Heaven guard us from alarms! 4* My deareft child, why thus difmay’d?” ' And lock’d her in her arms. “‘O mother! loft! for ever loft! _ 8 Farewell vain world and ali ye boaft! “© Will heav’n'itfelf no pity take? “ On me, poor me,.its vengeance wreak.! «© All gracious God! thy children fave ! “ To him, Lenora bend! «¢ With humble gratitude receive _ Whateverhe doth fend.” “: O mother! all my prayers are vain «« Heav’n is unkind, I will complain : «“ The bittereft forrows are my fhare, . * What, what avails my flighted prayer?” « Who knows the Father, knows him bent “© His children dear'to aid: «¢ The ever holy facrament «© Will calm the mind difmay’d.” “ No, mother! to this aching heart “« Nio facrament can peace impart ; “ No facrament can life réeflore «“ To him, ah me | who is no more.” “ But what if Wolizam, faithleis now, _ © Tn diftant Ungerland, * _“ Forgets to fou his plighted vow « And eke his promis’d hand? #* The Name of Hungary, Le jae * “ Let him forgete=perfidious man! “ Shew who you are and what youcans ‘* One day, may hap, himfelf may prove “ The pangs that wait on injur’d love.” «O mother! what can bring relief? “ From me he’s ever torn! * Death, death alone, can end my grief! “ QO, had I ne’er been born ! h; “« Shine not to me, ye hated light— ‘* Welcome ye dreary fhades of night ! * Wiil heav’n itfelf no pity take? “On me, poor me, its vengeance wreak.”— All gracious heav’n in pity look ‘© On my poor haplefs child! i ‘“‘ Her fins accord not in thy book! “Heal her diforder—wild ! *‘O child! forget thine earthly love, “« And think on God and blifs above : “‘ Thy only portion he.can be * *“ Through ages of eternity.” “-O mother, what is blifs above ?. “ Or what is hell below? “ Without my all, my deareft love, ‘““ Not Heaven can blifs beftow. «* Shine nat to me, ye hated light ! “* Welcome ye dreary fhades of night! © Will heav’n itfelf no pity take? “« On me, poor me, its vengeance wreak.” Thus mad’ning rage, and wild defpair Boil’d:in:her throbbing veins. ‘Of God’s all providential care, No reverence fhe maintains. She.tears her hair, and beats her breaft, - «© Till weary finks the fun toreft, Until the ftar-be-fpangled fky Hangs out the filver lamps on high. When fudden, hark !—trip ! trap! trip! trap! It feem’d a horfe’s.tread. A rider lights,—rip! rap! rip! rap! In fies fteel y at Die And hark! anon the gateway ring So foft and_gently, kling! ling! ling! | But when to open none appear’d, All through the grate thefe. words were heard: ‘** Hola! hola! arife my love ; * Afleep! or art thou waking? “ To me ftill faithful doft thou prove! “ Art grief or joy partaking?” ’ “ Ah William! thou! fo late by night? * Sleeplefs'I wait the morning light ! “’ Whence com’ft thou—at fo late an hour.2 *“ Ah! didft thou know what I endure.” — “ Midnight’s the hour; I left-but late _ “ Bohemia’s diftant land, FF “« For youl come; I cannot wait; &- “ Up! reach to me your hand.” “ Ah! William, flay! *tis cold; come in; “ The hawthorn whiftles tothe wind ! . * Come,deareft, to my longing arms, «¢ And guard me henceforth from alarms.” “ The thorn may whiftle to the wind, “© And bleak the night may blow, “ I can’t, my deareft, can’t come in, « But with me you muit go. “ Hatte! up! and fet yourfelf behind, “ Tho’ cold the night and bleak the windy « A hundred miles we muft be {ped “ Before we reach the bridal bed.” ; Ah! diftan¢ 1 NO RY Oe Se a's aS : a A) lie ok — . re er oe ee ee ee sagt? BALLADS, ANCIENT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, ee. ¢ “ Ah! diftant far the bridal bed; * ‘This night a hundred miles! _ “ Hark !—ten,—eleven,—the night’s far fled, “ Or me the hour beguiles.” * Come, deareft, come’ the moon fhines bright: “ We and the dead fly fwift as light! sa “ This night I promife thee to wed, “ And bring thee to-the bridal bed.” “ Where is your chamber?” “ Far from hence.” “ And where your marriage bed?” * Cold, dark, and lonefome! far from hence, “ Yer there we muft be wed !”’ “* There’s room for me?—For thee and.me.; *‘ Art ready? foon thyfelf fhalt fee; — “ The marriage guefts already wait, “ And open ftands the narrow gate.” Now in her bride’s apparel dreft, She mounted up behind, © ~ And round her lover’s faithful wazft, Her lily arms-fhe twin’d. And now they fpeed it—hop! hop! hop! And now they fly at great gallop!’ Hurra! the rider !—fnort, the horfe! The fparkling caufeway marks their courfe. As on they pafs.on either hand, Flies village, field, and hedge : Swift they traverfe the open land, And crofs the thund’ring bridge. “« Afraid, my love ?—-The moon fhines bright ; «© We and the dead fiy fwift as light! “« Afraid, my deareft, of the dead ?” An, no!”== but why ?”—* Let reft the dead. « But hark! methinks I heara fong:: “ The ravens croaking.fit, “ The bell,:too, tingles—ding ! ding! dong !” * Duftto the duft commit!” ‘ ” And now the'train approach more near, They bear a coffin on a bier ; And flowly as they move along, Wailing they raife their plaintive fong. * Duft to duft:you may commit * After the midnight hour ; “ My time will no delay admit; « We hafte to bridal bower. “* Come with me, Chorus, come along, “ Come, fing to.me the bridal fong ; “« Come, holy prieft, and fay the pray’r, . ** Ere we for bridal-bed prepare.” Ding! dong! fing! fong! down finks the bier, Obedient. 0, his-call ; And brattling. after runs the choir, The ring withal. Still on they fpeed it—hop! hop! hop! And now they fly at great gallop! PE egra | the rider!—fnort, the horfe! “The fparkling caufeway. cs thei rife. e {par ing caufeway mark their courf All as they pai eft and right, How. flies hed; e. and.mead ! How flies the village! fwift as light! So wond’rous fait they fpeed. “ Afraid, my love? The moon fhines bright, “© Weland the dead fly fwift as light! a * Afraid, my deareft, of the dead ¢”" i x sat . st, my dear, let reft she dea: & Seethere! fee there! an airy band “* Dance round the bloody wheel! * “ Half vifible: aloof they ftand, « And now again they reel.” “ Come, airy elves—come, hafte! agree! _ *« Come quickly—-come, and follow me! “< Come dance to me the wedding ring! “ The chorus follows on to fing.” Faft, faft they follow—hufh! hufh! hufh! The horfe’s heels behind, . se ‘Like ruftling leaves on hazel bufh, " When fhook by winter’s wind. . Still on they {peed it—hop! hop! hop! And now they fly at great gallop! Hurra! the rider!—{nort, the horfe! — The fparkling caufeway marks their courfe. How flew all-underneath the moon! ‘How woods and mountains flew! Rocks, woods, and mountains—diftant foon, | As they.their courfe purfue. “« Afraid, my love ?The moon fhines bright; ““ We and the dead fly fwift as light ; “ Afraid, my deareft, of the dead ?”” | : “ Hufh! hufh! my love; let reft theddead.” . «Ha! hat here comes the morning air; “© T {mell-it in‘the wind ; « And yonder calls friend chanticleer, “ Off! get thee from behind ! “ Well {ped-our journey—loye, we!) spel “ See, ready ftands the marriage bei — “« How {wift we fly !—how vaft the !jace!—- «* Here is, my love, here-is the place |” 4 And:now an iron gate oppos’d; Rap! rap! upon the ground— Wide up,it flew, the path difclos’d, Sudden with cracking found. hs Breaking the folding doors up flew; — Onward o'er grafs-grown grayes they drew; While glimm’ring in the mooni’s pale light, ‘The whit'ned grave-ftones rife to'fight. » But what new wonder now.took place? How horrible.to tell!) °° 7 The rider’s habit, piece by piece, In mould’iing tatters fell! Death's ghaftly form, no more conceal’d, _ In all its terrors ftood reveal’d; A threat’ning feythe his righthand fill’d, The fatal fand the other held. Now wildly rears the fnorting fteed, And ftrikes the op’ning ground : His noftrils flafh ; he bounds with {peed Into the gulf profound. ‘The air is fill’d with difmal founds; With hollow groans the earth refounds; Lenora pale andtrembling flood; Dire horror chill’d herfreezing blood. Pale fhone the moon-—the ghofts arife, And dance their mazy round; Yelling they raife their hideous cries; ‘Lhe mofs-grown vaults refound :— “ With patience bear thy lot fevere ; ** God's providence, all wife, revere ; “ Inuftant prepare, death is thy doom. ” And down,dhe finks into the tomb. , & @ * On whigh-Criminals are placed by the Highway, a CHA ber a STAN P ‘<. ton "W 4) a wt A 4 4 : py (fp One Penny. RMS OF MELODY, Ce STRAN MED T Ey: ee LT eT RENE Tae LD mE LTE re The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth preferving—forming a Univerf@] Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Songss as well as Old Englifh, Irifh, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c.: 8c, in the Englith Languages: Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political ‘To which will be added, a complete Index. The Gondolier. OON asthe bufy day is o’er, And evening comes with pleafant thade, We gondoliers'trom fhore to fhore, ‘Merrily ply our jovial trade. | And while the moon fhines on the ream, And as foft mufic breathes around, The feathering oar-returns the gleam, And dips in‘concert to the found. \ “Down by fome convent’s mould’ring walls ‘Oft? weehear the enamour’d youth— Softly the watchful fair he calls, * Who.whifpers. vows of love.and truth. . ‘ And while the moon, Fc. And oft’ where the Rialto fwells, With happier pairs we'circie round, - Whofe fecret fighs fond echo tells, Whofe murmur’d vows fhe bids refound. ‘ » And while the moon, te: “Then joys the youth, that love conceal dg: That fearful love muft own its fighs; . . / e > ‘Then fmiles the maid to hear reveal’d, How. more than ever fhe complies. And while the moon, Se. @ ~The Village Maid. ! eS village maid, 1 Tf thou wilt be mine, In gold and péarls array’d, All my wealth-is thine. Tf not enjoy’d with thee, ‘ ' B’en nature’s beauties fade: Sweetett, do but love’me— Charming village. maid. » Had I yon fhepherd’s care, Your lambe-to feed and fold, The dog-ftar’s heat I’d‘bear, - And winter’s piercing cold; Well-pleas’d I'd toil for thee, At harrow, flail or fpade :. Sweeteft, do but love me— Charming village maid. This morn at‘early dawn, T hada hedge-rofe wild, Tts fweets perfum'd the lawn, "Twas fportive nature's child, “My lovely fair, for thee Ft Tranfplanted from the glade. Svweeteft, do but love me-— Charming village maid. a PUBLISHED at N° 10, B Where complete Sets, or fingle Numbers, can be had. . Cae by that borrow’d kils, a I ee ~. Left the debt fhould break you EDFORD-ROW, Dublin, , FY! (ss Tey as ‘Ceafe awhile, ye Winds, to blow. Cree? awhile, ye winds, to blow, Ceafe ye roaring ftreams to flow; Huth’d be ev’ry other noife, es I want to hear. my lover’s voice. Ceafe, Se. Here’s the brook, the rock, the tree, Hark! a found! I think ’tis he!. *Tis not he, yet night comes on, Where’s my lovely wand’rer gone. \ Ceafe, Ge Loud I’]] fpeak to make him hear, *'Tis I who calls my true love dear; The time is come, why this delay? Alas ! my wand’rer’s loft his way. MN , ‘Ceafe, CSc, Tho’ late I was plump, round and jolly. HO’ late I was plump, round and jolly, ‘I now am as thin as a rod; Oh! love is the caufe of my folly,’ And foon I'll lie under. the clod. aes Dooctherum, doodle-adgity, nagety, tragedy rum, “Goofetrum, foodle idgity, fidgety, nidgity mun. Dear Kathleen, then why did you flout me, A lad that’s fo’ faithful and warm; saga ‘Oh! ev’ry thing’s handfome about me, ‘My cabin and. fnug little farm. | _ Dootherum, &e. What tho’ I have fcrap’d up no money, | No duns at my chamber attend; =~ r On Sunday I ride on my poney, | “And ftill have a bit.for a friend. ¥ — Dootherum, Fe. The cock courts his hens all around Zz The {parrow, the pidgeon, and dove. i ‘Oh! how-ail this courting confounds me, L, When I look and think of my love. one The Kifs repaidg™ , alas, am quite undone; *T was fo fweet, fo fraught with bl Thoufands will not paythatoné a ‘Roguifh Chloe fmiling, CHES, Come,'a thoufand then in part, es For the prefent fhall. fulfice , py A, — ee ee ela. re THe evans oF MELODY, tae ae wk While Oninta vedic 4 Macs ain Catharine’ Ogie.” ; Ae? I went forth to view the fpring, Which Flora had adorned, qh raiment fair; now ev'ry thing The rage of winter feorned ; TI caft mine eye, and did elpy A youth who made great clamour, And drawing nigh, I hestd him-cry, Ah! omnia vincit amory Upon his Lee he day along, Hard by a murm‘ring river, And mournfully his doleful fong, With fighs he diddeliver. © Ah! Jenny’s face and comely grace, © Her looks that fhin’d like lammer, With burning rays have cut my days 3 ¥F or, omnia vincit amor. ‘Her glancy een like comets Reacts; ihe morning fun out-fhining, Have caught my heart in Cupid’s net, , And make me die with pining. Durft I complain, Nature’s to’ biame, So curioufly to frame her, ‘Whofe beauties zare, make me with care Cry, omnia vincit amor. ‘Ye chryftal ftreams that {wiftly glide, ‘Be partners. of my mourning! Ye fragrant fields, and meadows wide, Condemn her for her {corning : ‘Let é’ery tree a witnefs be, How juitly I may blame her: Ye chanting birds, note thefe my words, Ah! omnia vincit amor: t ‘Had fhe’ been kind as. fie was fair, She long had beeh-admir’d, And: been ador’d for virtues rare, ‘Wh’ of life now makes me tit’d- “Thus faid, his breath bega Ye fail, He cou d not fpeak, but ammers, He figh’d full fore, and faid no.more, But, omnia. aingtt amor. When I obferv a him nearto death, I ran in hafté to fave h But quickly he refign’d his ‘breath; So deep the wound love gave him. Now for his fake, this vow I'll make, My ou fhall : ay defame her: n his hearfe I’ll write this verfe, , a te in my mind le miatter rightly, 10 * Cupid he be blind, esin pith moft mighty. Mars ang thund’ring Jove, f love, > is hammer, ; o . w+ ‘Let the parfon, then, {plice us together. « a. a, aa rae ear woe As Jamie gay, gang >d blithe his way. Along the banks of ‘Tw eed, "_° Jamie gay, gaig’d blithe his way, _ A bonny las, as ever was, Came tripping o’er the Scotts The hearty {wain, unta to-fei The buxom nymph fi vey’d: ; And full of glee, as lad could be, 7 Befpeak the pretty maid. “© Dear laffie tell, why by thine fel * Thou haft’ ly wand’reft here ?” My ewes” fhe cry’d “are ftraying wide; «Can’ft tell me, laddie, where ?” To town ife hie” he made reply, «Some muckle fport to fee; * “« But thou’rt fo fweet, fo trim and neat, “ Ife feek the ewes with thee.” - 4 She gin her hand, nor-made a‘ftand, But lik’d the youth’s intent ; O’er hill and dale, o’er plain and vaie, | Right-merrily they went: ‘The birds fang fweet, the pair to greet, And flowers blooni'd around ; ; And as they walk’d, of love they talk’d, And joys which lovers crown’d. “And now the fun had rote to noon, J (The zenith of his pow’r) When.-to a fhade, their fteps they mace, To pafs the.mid-day hour: The bonny Jad raw’d in his plaid | . The lafs, who{corn’d to frown:3"~ She foon forgot the ewes fhe faught, And he to gang to town. | As the Snow: in 1 allies lying. S the fnowr in vallies ly ing, ; Phoebus his warm beanis applying, “Bose diffolves and runs away; — Sot auties, fo the graces, Of t ‘oft. bewitching faces, | At approaching age decay. Asa tyrant, when degraded; Is defpis’d, and is upbraided by the flaves he once controul’ds, ‘So the nymph, if none could move: her, Is contemn’d by ev’ry lover, ©. , When her. chan $ are growing old. ‘Melancholy looks, sa whining, Grievi ng quarreling and pining, * rar Ad Are th’ effects your rigours fh move; Soft careffes, am’rous glances, ‘® Melting fichs, tranfporting trances ; Are the bleft effefts of love. Fair-ones, while your beauty’ s blooming, — ‘Ute your time, leit age refuming What your youth profutely lends, ' You are robb’d of all your glori ese And condemn’d to tell old fte To your unbelieving friends: ae . “The honeft Tar. rages for landmen to prate, Such trifling I hate, | To wheedle and cajole is their plan: For a licence Jet’s hafte, We have no time to waftey *Tis adtinns that beft {peak the man. I’m a rough, honeft tar, Juft landed from far; i! heart cannot change like the ‘weather # sa a. As the needle ’tis true, And points only to you; hn? 1K. a | eh Ee fe Mey et Tees a oA a a at UR: f Ah “ a an The, Lad is pretty. | ie T* fummer time when.aw.is gay, And looks wi’ fic a grace; "w * d gladly ken the lambkins play, As round the mead I trace: “Then Jockey tunes hig pipe wi’ glee, iAnd fings fo blithe a ditty, ~~ Tane‘he’s pleafing unto me, For-troth the lad is pretty. ““His:face is ruddy as the morn, And gowden is hishair; ‘Good nature does his mind adorn, And canty is hisiair: T.loo him weel I need muft ane, He is fae blithe and witty ; But yet-I.mun.a tell him fane, Although he is fae pretty. “For when lads ken we'laffes like, They'll try an artful tale, _ “To gain their ends is awe belike, Tf once they can.prevail : "To leave us then is their delight, Without one grain of pity; SaeI mun keep my mind outright, Although the lad is pretty. . Na mickle he’s of worldly gear, He did to me confefs ; Af he.is true I dinna care, _ Indeed if it were. lefs : ‘To kirk if he will gang wi’ me, I then will fhew him pity ; And happy I with him fhail be, For troth the.lad is.preity. j Harry is the Lad for me. ARRY is a charming lad, fi tay _ Ne’er too modeft or.teo bold; gage ‘Sure the girls are for him mad, . ee. But his heart fecure T hold; ‘Let me wander where I will, Ever: near he’s fure to be; ‘Tho’ I chide I love him fill; ‘Harry is the lad for me. “Tf we chance to meet alone, How he-fighs and how-hedpeaks ; ‘Love pervades.each magic tone, * Guides his tongue and glows his cheeks:: ‘Ev'ry fenfe partakes of blifs, - _ Allisjoy and extafy; - . “Then he does fo fweetly kifs 5 Harry isthe lad for me. Ere we parted yefter eve, Red ~ What d’ye think the creature faid? ‘“Nought but this, if you’ll believe, Would I, would I, would I, wed ? No, faid I, I won't indeed, © But you thall, indeed” fays-he; ‘Well, it furely is decreed ; Harry is the lad for me. | _ My Plaint in no one Pity moves. ¥. oy VEY plaint in no one, pity-moves, . | Save Echo, who in plaints replies : - Like me, depriv’d of him he loves, i With fympathy fhe counts my fighs. ki a) : /Pleas’d with the ftrain, the haplefs maid, Repeats the unavailing moan : , a tats § 7 Game s Page ° * And while fhe lends her foothing aid, (en ye i Laments my forrows and her own. FINA AT owe, ry _ THE CHARMS OF MELODY. J faddled his fteed, fo fine and four a “Our journey, I fear, will do 1 _ We wander alone like the babe é My maiter is fighting, and I’ take"a p ’ But now I think of it, I'd better go fice OY PUPP CN CTU An a ee) ea arte The charming Fellow. AIR; =" Corn. Riggs arebonny.” JX HL! what care I for mam or dad? © Why let them fcold and bellow ; For while I live I’ll love my lad, _ He's fuch a charming fellow. We The laft fairday on yonder green, _ The youth, he danc’d fo well, oh! So {pruce a lad was never feen, As my {weet charming fellow. ° ‘Lhe fair was over, night was come, The lad was fomewhat mellow, Says he’ my dear, I’ll fee you home,” I thank’d the charming fellow. wists ‘We: trudg’d along, the moon-fhone bright, Says he “ my fweeteft Nell-o, re Tl kifs you’here by this good light,” Ah! what a charming fello vs : j “You rogue,” fays I, “ yow’ve ftop’d my breath, Ye bells ring out-my knell-o; ; Again I’d die fo fweet a death, , With fuch a charming fellow.” “O'Keeffe. - The Sailor’s Return. Ny Be bufy crew their fails unbending, : The flip in harbour fafe arriy’d; Jack Oakum, all his perils ending, Had made the port where Kitty liv’d. Hts rigging—no-one dare attack it, ‘Tight fore and aft, above, below, -Long-quarter’d fhoes, check fhirt, blue jackes, And trowfers like the:driven.fnow. — His honeft heart with pleafure glowing, He flew like light’ning to the fide ; on Scarce had they been a'boat’s length rowing, Before his'Kitty he-efpy’d. A asc A flowing pendant gaily flutter’é From her. neat made hat of ftraw ; ‘Red was her cheek when firft the utter’d It was her failor that the faw. And now the gazing erew furround her, While, fecure from all alarms, ‘Swift as a ball from a nine pounder They dart into each others arins. — - Galloping Dreary Dun. A. MASTER I have,.and T-am‘hisman, | i | Galloping dreary dun, A mafter T have, and I-am his man, ee And he'll get-a wife as faft ashe cance | “With.his haily, gaily, gambo raily, ‘Giggling, niggling, galloping, galloway, Draggle:tail dreary dun. — us , ; Galloping dreary dun, I mounted my.mule, and we both rod With our haily We canter’d along until it grew dark, Galloping reary dun. ‘The nightingale fung inftead of the: ith est ‘We met with a friar, and afk’d h Galloping dreary dun. ‘ By the law,’ fays the friar‘ you “ With y ~~ Galloping dreary dun . With ou Galloping dreary dun. aly, AV Gh my ha Cre ina, SM i a »* oi ee FP i PY Bi LADS ax CIENT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, Se. or a? i Al all al ae (ae se _ Lady Ann Bothwel’s Lament. ‘PRALow, my boy, lye ftill and fleep, , It grieves me fore to hear thee weep ; “Tf thoul’t be filent, I’lt be glad, «« Thy mourning makes me heart full fad. “ Balow, my boy, thy mother’s joy, ‘« Thy father bred. me great annoy. « Balow, my boy, lye ftill and fleep, “ It grieves me fore to hear thee weep. ' « Balow, my darling, ‘leep.a while, “ And when thou wak’ft then fweetly fmile ; } ‘“ But fmile not asthy father did, ; “ To cozen maids,-nay God forbid ; “ For in thine eye, his look I fee, “The tempting look that. rnin‘d me. “ Balow,my boy, Se. «« When he began to court my love, “ And with his fugar’d words to move, «« Hs tempting f d flatt’ring chear,- 78 tempting face and ilatt ring chear, « Tn time tome did not appear ; « But now I fee that cruel he, « Cares neither for-his babe nor-me. “ Balow, my boy, Ee. « Farewell, farewell, thou falfeft youth, » « That ever kift a woman’s mouth, «« Let never any aiter me « Submit unto thy! courtely : « For if they do, O! cruel thou « Wilt her abufe, and care not how. “«“ Balow, my boy, Ge.” « J was too cred’lous at.the firft, | « Po yield thee all a maiden durft, — « Thou fwore’for ever true to prove, _ “ Thy faith unchang’d, unchang’d thy love ; But quick as thought the change is wrought, “ "fhy love’s no more, thy promife nought. “ Balow, my boy; Gow » = ee « T with I were amaid again, © = * « From young men’s flatt’ry I’d refrain, © «© For now unto-my grief I find — « They all.are perjured and unkind: « Bewitching charms bred all my harms, «© Witnefs my babe lies in-my arms. a“ Balow, my boy, SL. . “ T take my fate from bad to worfe, « That I muft needs be now a nurie, «¢ And lull my young fon on my dap ; « From me, fweet orpHan take the pap. “Balow, my child, thy mother mild ~ « Shall wail as fromiall blifs exil’d. “ Balow, my boy, Ee. « Balow, my boy, weep not for me, « 'W. greateft griet’s for wronging thee,’ “* Nor pity. her deferved fmart, se Who can blame none but her fond heart, 7, too foon trirfting lateft ficls _ ith faireft tongues aré. falfeft minds. alow, my boy, Sc. ret Tt. io ~ & Balow, my boy, thy father’s fled, . « When he the thriftlefs fon has play’d, ** Of vows and oaths, forgetful he, ‘ « Prefer'd the wars to thee.and me “« But now rhapsithy curfe and mine im eat acorns with the {wine. my boy, tic. or not hiniy pethaps now he, ith remorfs, is bleffing thee - a agile: for who can tell the the judge of heav’n and hell, « By fome proud foe has ftruck the blow, « And laid.the dear deceiver Jow. “ Bal-w, my hoy, fc. * “sal ann oe ic cae it lt ht carr ves a TOLD NCA LE TCE CAD La ‘JT with I were into.the-bounds, ey “ Where he lies fmother’d in his wounds, “ Repeating as he pants for air, “My name, whom once he call’d his fair. ; “ No woman’s, yet fo fiercely fet, « But fhe’ll forgive, tho’ not forget. “ Balow, my boy, Se. ; “Tf linen lacks, for my love’s fake, “ Then quickly to him would I make “© My fmock once for his body meet, « And wrap him in that winding-fheet. « Ah me! how happy had I been, “ If he had ne’er been warpt therein.” “ Balow, my boy, Se. “-Balow,; my boy, I’ll-weep for thee! “ Too foon, alake, thou’lt weep for me: “ Thy griefs are growing to a fum; _ “© God grant thee patience when they come; Born to fuftain thy mother’s fhame: “A haplefs fate, a baftard’s name. e% “ Balow, my boy, Sc.” { ‘The Cruel Knight. “es knight flands in the ftabledoor © & zn Ashe was bownd to ride; ‘Whan out thair comes his fair lady, And him defires to bide. How can I bide, ‘how dare I bide, : « How can I bide wi thee? Have I not kill’d thy ae brother ? « Thouvhadft nae mair but he.” “Tf thou -haft kill’d’ my ae brother, « Alas and waeisme! ~*~ | But if I fave thee from the paine, —~ «« My luve’s the mair to thee.” ° ~ a “~ ” n ~ n ‘Sh taen him to her fecret bower, Sretk’d wia ee 32 And fhe’s up to the iigheft, tower, To watch that nane come ine. She had nae weil gane up the flair, © ~~ , And enteredin the tower, © = =") * When four and twenty armed knights — Came riding to the door. ~! “ Now God you fave;my fairlady, «“ Declare to me, I pray, ee « Did you not fee a wounded knight « Come riding by this way ¢ ye « Yes, bloody bloody was his fword, — , « And bloody were his hands ; « But, if the fteed he rides be good,, « He’s paft fair Scotkarid’s fttands.” Then fhe’s gane to her darkfome bower, Her hufband dear to meet;. He deem’d he heard his angry faes, And wounded her fou deep. — « What harm my lord provokes thine ire, “ To wreak itfelf on me? ss Have I not fav'd thy life frae faes, «© And fav'd for fica fee ie «© Now live, now live, my fair lady, « © live but half an hour; oo «© There’s neer a leech in all Scotland Oa « But fhall be at thy bower.” prt a ata How can I live, how fhall T'live, « How can I live for thee? Bie While running fait o’er a thegiegts «My heart’s blood thou may’ft fee 1" é ” ~ . CHARMS OF M. 7 ster ‘OR ee SIREN MEDLEY. a Eb é 5 k ~ “The Plan of the Publither is to eribody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Langnage, forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; 4s well as Old Enghith, Irith and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c, &e——To. which will be added, a complete Index. so 16 ~ eS x - The Silver Moon. WOW fweet when the filver-moon is blinking, i Thro”*meads to wander flow and mute, | ‘And of fome abfent lover thinking, © Liften to the tender lute; ; The Ballad Singers. e : Be it known to all thofe whofoe’er it regards, ‘That we fingers of ballads were always call’d bards; ~ And from Ida to Grub: ftreet the Mufes who follow ; d te Are, each: mother’s fon the true {pawn spp pollo: ~Or at the jocund dawn-of day, : : ‘Thus recording great men, or a flea, or: ftar, When feather’d choirs are finging, O! Or the fpheres, or a jew’s-harp, we're allon a par; And fprightly found the iportive lay, Nor in this do I tell you a word of a lie, And village bells are ringing, O: For Homer fung ballads, and fo do-I. Yo the merry,-merry:ftrain to-dance and play, ; : <9 “And over the greenfward trip away. Don’t you know what’ the ancients were ?— great While the love-lorn maid is fondly fighing, things they talk’d, ; . Let mufic foft her ears affail; ‘Tn plaintive murmurs, breezes dying, -Liften to the tender tale., How they rode upon Pegafus—that istofaywalk’d; | ‘That near kindred gods they drovePhoebus’s chariot The Englith ef which is—they liv’din a garret _ And thus they went forward, Diogenes quaff ’d, Heraclitus eried, and: Democritus laugh’d, Menander made multitudes both laugh and cry, ‘But Homer'fung ballads, and fo do I. ‘Or at the yocund, Sc. The Scold. . SOME women take delight in drefs, | in And fome in cards take pleafure ; phe Whilft others place their happinefs -— In heaping hoards of treafure: ee Thus ‘did they ftrange whimfical notions purfue, Some argued on one leg,.and fome upon two: To which laft-my, pretenfions are not hypothetic, ‘For ’tis certainly clear‘ I’m a parapatetic : Lycurgus and Solon *bout laws made a pother, Which went in at one ear, and then out at t’other, Old fongs fuch as mine are wil! nobody buy ? In private fome delight to kifs, ‘Their hidden charms unfolding, But all miftake their dov’reign bhis, _ ‘There’s no fuch joy as teolding. «Come, Homer fung ballads, and fo do I. ‘The inflant that ope my eyes, ‘Adieu all day to filence, “Beforesmy neighbours they can rife, They hear my tongue a-mile hence; When at. the beard I take-my feat, ' -’Tis. one continued riot, ‘Teat and fcold, and fcold and eat, My clack is never quiet. | ‘Hiftoric-was Pliny, and Plato divine, — “Ovid wrote about love, and Anacreon wine : “Great Cicero argued to év’ry man’s palate, And whenvhe was out—’twas.a hole in the ballad; ‘Thus to great-men of old, who have-made fuch 2 ‘rout, “My claim to call coufin I’ve fairly made out; | And if any hereafter my right fhould deny, ‘Tell ’em Homer fung ballads, and fo dof. , ‘Too fat, too lean, too,hot, too cold, Lever am complaining ; Too raw, too roait, too young, too old, Each gueft at table paining ; “Let it be fow], or flefh, or fith, Though of my own providing, “J fill find fault with ev’¥y dith, _ Stillev’ry fervant chiding. The Silver Rain. Ve filver'rain, the pearly dew, ‘ The gale that {weeps along the mead, The foften’d rocks onceforrow knew, . And marbles have found tears to fhed ; The fighing trees in ev'ry grove Have pity, if they have not love. But when to bed I go at-night, I fureciy fall'a weeping, For then [ lofe my great delight, Shall things inanimate be kind, _ How-ean feold when fleeping? PS And ev'ry foft fenfation know ; - But this my pain doth mitigate, . ; The weeping rain, the fighing wind, sha And foon difperfes forrow, All, all but-you fome mercy thew : Fp eae ‘Altho” to night it be too late, , Let pity, then, your bofom abet m _* a Le pay it off tommorrow. _ Have) pity tho’ you have not love. - PUBLISHED -at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublia, e Where the preceding Numbegs may be had. . “ ae Here’sa. health to my levely fweet Nan of the vale. _ ait changid,as in dog days he fat at his eafe, And Re died fullas big as a Dorcheftor butt. “ Swoln quite filky fhe thriv’d, till her fkin gave a a: ae *-t $n % ‘ si _* oP 4 ares 2 he Brown'jJug:? “sa. Imitated from the Igatin of Hieronys:us Amalibeus, BY T EV. MR. FAV KES, THYEAR Tom,thisBrown jug,that now foams with . mild ale, : (In which I will drink to fweet Nan of the vale) Was once“loBy Fillpot, a‘thirfty old foul As e’er drank a bottle, or fathorn’d a bowl; En boozing about ‘twas his praife to excel, And among jolly topers he bore off the bell. ’’r-woven arbour as gay as you pleafe, “xy ; . . . . With a friend and a pipe, puffing forrows avray, Arti with honeft old Ringo was foaking his clay, Fits breath doors of life on a fudden were fhut, His body when long in the ground it had lain, And time into clay had diffolv’d it again, A potter found out-in itsicovert fo thug, And wae of fat Toby he form’d this brown jug; - Now facredito friendfhip, to mirth and mild ale, : onses§ equel to the Brown Jug. MI* os hearted fellows, who fmoke with fuch glee, ye ‘To beg your attention fon once I’ll make free ; And fing of our pipes, while thus merry and fnug, We lighten-our careas we lighten our jug: ‘The jug, which from Toby its origin boatts, Qld'Toby, whofe mem’ry enlivens.our toaft. ‘Toby’s fartie, like his fize, fpread fo great by his ale, ‘That for Agnes no room could be found in the tale; Honeft Agnes, the focial fupport of his life, Both for quaffing and fize was well pair’d as his wife: ‘Therefore finging her praife,we with joy will regale, - Whilft our pipes and our jug give a zeft to our ale. ‘The potter who fhrewdly found Toby’s remains, ‘Thought to vifit again there might anfwer his pains; eal in brief he found Agnes, whofe death, as her ifesi: > ‘Made her qualified duly to lie as his wife : s Her fair fame all the village inceflantly quote, Whole vicar the- following epitaph wrote. ~« Agnes Fillpot, the wife of old Toby, renown’d, -« Who liv’d while on earth, now lies. dead in this (ground ; <¢ Old care of her. grieving for:Toby to-bitk, « She foften’d her forrows with. brandy and milk; crack, «© When death poppingin, laid her here on her back” _At thefe lines our Shrew’d potter a happy thought ftarted, ; . That Toby and Agnes fhould never be parted ; ‘So he took of her clay, which was white as her milk And temper’d with brandy till fofter than filk, And forming thefe pipes, he advis’d fly and fnug, That we kifs her fair clay, and fhake hands with his Jug: The Toaft. "pus, this is the liquor of life, I vow ’tis the beft of all cures, For paffion, or ficknefs, or ftrife— So here is your health, fir, and your’s. Who leave fuch good liquor behind, : Are furely a'parcel of boors ; But I am more gaily inclin’d— So here is your health, fir, and your’. Such fellows, by all that is good, Deferve to be turn’d out of doors; But I am an honefter Jad, So here is your health, fir, and your's. ¢ He CHARMS OF MELODY, | But Laughs at my love, my:tears and pain, : Ss r 2 Fn : 5 co f Jockey is a pretty Lad. é - , ree ‘day; twas inthe mead, Young Jockey came to me, Between us there it was agreed That I his bride fhould be; Sweetly me he did carefs, _ es < And faid I;washis bride 5. Pa : 1 £Pleas’d "I was, yet mult confefs, I thought I fhould have died. Jockey is a pretty lad, 4 There’s none fo blithe as he: When he is-near my heart is glad; .Oh! he’s the lad for me. ‘ Next day Jockey faid to me, “Dear Jenny fhall we wed?” Oh, dear, faid I, I am afraid—._ Poor youth, he hung his head: And all his with was to be wed, He would rot be denied, Pleas’d was I, yet must.confefs ‘I thought.I fhould.have died. Jockey 7. Yefterday to church we went, And there we join’d our hands: We neither fhall, I hope, repent, Tho’ faft in Hymen’s bands: Had you feen us go to-church, He laughing while I cry’d : Had he left me in the lurch, ‘ I’m fure I fhould have died. oo jockey was a pretty lad, Bem | The Coguet. N vain I feek the lonely grove, “Or melancholy fhade; ~ © Opprets’d, alas! with hopelefs love, For one deluding maid: ~~. fee She heard my vows, I thought her kind, So fweet' fhe on me fmil’d— e deceiv’d my artlefs mind, And all my hopes beguil’d. s.aprett ‘y lad, Ee, With Colin now-the eee the plain, Nor heeds my tender fighs } And from my prefence flies : Fair queen of love, relieve my {mart, And make the maid relent, Or ftrike with death my aching heart, And I fhall be content. ee The kind honeft Heart of a Tar. ny Et, though I’ve no fortune to offer, I’ve fomething to put on a par; : Come then, and accep* of my offer, ’Tis the kind honeft heart of a tar. Ne’er let fuch-a trifle as this is, | : 4 Girls, be to your pleafure a bar, . You’il be rich, tho’ ’tis only in kiffes, With the kind honeft heart of a tar. . ‘Befides, Iam none of. your ninnies ; The next time I come from afar, J'll give you a lap. full of guineas, With the kind honeft heart of a tar. Your lords with their fine’ baby ‘faces, That ftrut in a garter and ftar, Have they, under their tambour and lacey, The kind honeft heart ofatar I’ve this here to fay, now, and mind it, If love, that no hazard can mar, You are feeking, you'll certainly find it XIn-the kind honeft heart of a tar. . se Aa ee Vo ee ee ? rf CrK fi mee Da a 3 P The faint Denial. “EF YOW mittaken is the lover, ~ : Who on words builds hopes of blifs, And fondly thinks we love difcover, 2D If perchance we anfwer yes. ‘Prompted often by difcretion, Js the feeming kind expreffion, When the tongue the ‘heart belying, ‘Dares not venture on denying, ‘But in fpite of difcontent, “Gives the femblage of confent. -Ah ! how vain is art’s profeffion, Tho’ the fault’ring tongue comply, What avails the cold confeffion, If th’ averted eyes deny ? Happier far th’ experienc’d fwain, ‘Knows he triumphs muff attain, “When in vain fuccefstul trial, Language gives the faint denial ; _ While the eyes betray’the fiction, ‘dn delightful contradicton, And the cheeks with bluthes glow, -And the tongue. ftill faulters no- r How miflaken, Se. Simplicity. “YT ¥ thou whom love and fancy lead 4. ‘To wander near this woodland hill, If ever mufic footh’d thy quill, | Or pity wak’d thy gentle reed, ‘Repofe beneath my humble tree, If thou court fimplicity. © Stranger, if thy lot has laid, In.toilfome fcenes of bufy. life, . Full forely.may’ft thou rue the ftrife °OF weary paffions ill repaid ; Ina garden live with me, re If thou lov’ fimplicity. | ‘Flow’rs have fprung fer many‘a year O’er the village maiden’s ‘grave, That, one memorial. {pring to fave -Before it from a fifter’s bier, And homeward walking wept o’er me ‘The true tears of fimplicity. ‘And foon, her cottage window:near® With care my flender ftem fhe plac‘d, And fondly thus her grief embrac’d ; And cheriih’d fad remembrance dear, . ‘For love'fincere and friendfhip free, Are children of fimplicity. _ At fetting Day. Ae fetting day and rifing morn, With foul that ftill fhall love thee; I'll afk of heav’n thy fafe return, _ With ali that can improve thee: Til vifit oft the birken buth, Where firft you kindly told me Sweet tales of love, and hid'my bluth, Whilft round thou didh enfold me. To all our haunts thou didft repair, By green-wood, fhaw, or fountain ; ‘Or where the fummer’s day I’d fhare With you upon yon mountain : “There will I tell.the trees and flow’rs, With thoughts unfeign’d and tender. By vows you're mine, my love is yours, My heart, which-cannot wander. THE CHARMS OF MELODY. ‘De fong, de dance be our reward, ‘We-be de merry Savoyard. - The Mad ‘Mary. | yep beats the rain, and bleak blows the:wind, Cold is my heart, oppreft by defpair ; Yet for each blaft I’v a figh you fhall find, And ev'ry drop Vil repay with a tear. ‘Henry has banifh’d content from my breaft, Pitylefs leaves me'to wander.alone: _ Ah !- cruel thepherd, how can'h thow moleft The peace of a maiden whofe heart was thy own “Once on.a'time when love -was-unknown,. i Where was the damfel fo happy as 1? But Henry deceiv’d, and contentment is flown, ‘Sighs fill my bofom and anguifh my eye. a ‘Thad twifted a garland and fent to my love, _ a “Fair were the’ flowers oie bee ate denes , “Mark well the iffue, ye maids of the grove, Lh*flow’rs fill were frefh when the fwain prov’d “untrue. Wreath’d round my brow appears the fad willow, One {prig of cyprefs I wear at my breaft; ‘Some friendly turf I will feek for my pillow, There lay my forrows for-ever to reft. : r Allen Brooke, of Wyndermere. eS Sine have you in the village feen A lovely youth of penfive mien If fuch a one hath paffed' by, a With melancholy in his: eye; Where is he gone, ah! tell me where, “Tis Allen‘Brooke, of Wyndermere. Laft night he fighing took his‘leave, Which caus’d my tender heart to grieve; And many maidsI know therebe = sis Who try to wean my love fromme: — But heaven knows my heart’s fincere, ' To Allen Brooke; of Wyndermere. My throbbing heart is full of woe, To think that he fhould leave. me. fo; But if my-love fhould anger’d be, ~ And try to hide himfelf from me— Then death fhall bear me on a bier, To Allen Brooke, of Wyndermere. — Rural Happinefs, WV ] HEN fummer gay begins to fhine, And fruits and flow’rs together twine, We, happy thepherds, tend our flocks, On vallies low, or fteepy rocks; : In diftant folds our laffes fray, With looks that fay,.come, hafte away When winter with her chilling hand, Spreads’ her black train around our land, We, happy fhepherds, foes to ftrife, In humble cottage {pend our lite: f When the blaft blows and night prevailg, We talk of love and ghoftly tales. s We be de merry Savoyard. SUNG IN THE PICTURE OF PARIS. be de merry Savoyard, tA Born on the alpy mountain head, WE ‘But as we found the living hard, We come to de France to get de bread; We be de merry Savoy child, — By the want and de-hunger led ; ‘Born 1n the alpy mountain wild, Come to de France to get de bread ¢ De fong, the dance be our reward, We be de merry Savoyard. XS 2 & * 152 | -BALLADS, awcrst ant Monsey,’ LEGENDARIES, &e. =" TE ~ Lady Habella’s Tragedy; | QR THE STEP-MOTHER'S CRUELTY, ) wy ERE was a’lord of worthy fame, . “And a hunting He would ride, “Attended by anobletrain Of genery by his fide. And while he didin chace remain, To fee both f{port.and play ; _ .His lady went as fhe did feign, Unto the church to pray. This lord hehad-a:danghter fair, __* Whofe emmy fhone fo bright, _ She was'belov’d, both far-and near, , Of many a lord and knight. — “Fair [abella was thé call’d, gris A creature fairilwas fhe ; She was-her father’s only joy, As you: thal) after fee : ' Therefore her cruel Lep-mother Did envy her fo much ; ‘That day by day fhe fought her life, Her malice it was fuch.. She bargain’d with the mafter-cook To take her life away : And, taking of her dau ghter’s book, _ * She thus to her didifay : “ Go home, fweet daughter, I thee. pray, « Go, haften prefently ; 6 And tell unto the mafter-cook, “ Thefe words that J tell thee. ‘ And bid him drefs'to dinner ftraight, “ That fair and milk-white doe; “ That in the park doth thine fo bright; -“-There’s none fo fair to fhow.”’ This lady fearing of né harm, ‘ Obey’d ker mother’s will : é ‘And prefently fhe hafted heme, Her pleafure to*fulfill. ‘She ftraightinto the kicchem went, Her meffage’for to tell; ' And there fhe fpied the mafter-cook, Who did with:malice fwell. ° * Now, mafter-cook, it-muft be fo, “ Do that which I theetell; . ‘<¢ You needs muft drefs the milk-white doe, “Which you do know full well.” “Then ftraight'his cruel bloody. hands He on the lady laid, “Who, quivering and thaking ftands, While thus to her he faid; ; “< Theu art the doe, that I muft drei; “s See’ here, beh id my knife ; « For it is pointed prefently - To rid thee of thy life. O then, cried out the {cullion-boy, As loud as loud might be : « © fave her life, good mafter-cook, « And make your pies of me! “ai . “ For pity’sfake do-not deftroy “ My lady with your knife, * You know fhe is her father’s joy, “ Vor Chrift’s fake faveher life,” -* J will nor fave her life;”. he faid, \ “ Nor make my pies of thee ; “ Yet if thou doft this deed :betray; “ 'Phy butcher I will be.” Now when this lord he dia come home For to fit down and eat; He calléd for his daughter dear, To. come and catve his meat, a eS xs “ Now fit-you'down,” his lady faid,. «© fit you down to meat : ~« Into fome nunnery fhe is gone; “« Your daughtér dear forget.” ' Then folemnly he made avow, ¢ Before the company : ™ That he would neither.eat-nor Until he did her fee. “© then befpake the fcullion-boy, With aloud voice fohigh: — « If now you will your daughter faa’ . 4 My. lord, cut.up that pie ; «© Wherein*herfleth is minced {mall, “ And parched with the fire; « All caufed by her ftep-mother, -«« Who did her death defire. ** ay «“ And cutfed be the mafter-cook, « Ocurfed may he be! I proffer’d him my own heart’s blood, «“ From death to fet her free.” _ Then all in black this lord did-mourn; And for his daughter's fake, He judg’d her cruel ftep-mother * To be burnt at a ftake. ; ’ Likewife he judg’d the mafter cook In boiling lead to ftand ;_ And made the fimple fcullion-boy The heir of all his land. 3 The Gipfies. ate gipfies came to our good lord’s gate 5 And wow but they fang fweetly : Our lady came down the mufic to hear, por They fang:fae very completely. And fhe came tripping down the ftair, And a her maids before her 5 s ata Asfoon as they faw her weil-fared face, They cooft the glamer our her. « Gae take frae me this. gay mantile, « And bring to-mé a plaidie; « For, if kith and kin anda had fworn, - « J’ll follow the gypfie laddie. ‘ a Yefireen I lay in:a weel-made bed, « And my good lord’befide me; This night I'll ly in a tenant’s bara, “ Whatever fhall betide-me.”’ | % oe ‘© Oh come to your bed,” fays Johnie Fa, “ Oh come to your bed-my dearie 5 “For I vow and {wear by the hilt of my {word, “ Your lord fhall naewnair come near ye.” o “J’ll go to bed-tomy Johnie Fa, « I'll goto bed to my dearie ; « For I vow and fwear by what paft yeftreen, «< My lord fhall nae mair come near me.” And-when our lord came hame at een And fpeird for his fair lady, The tane fhe cry’d, and the itherreply'd, She’s awa wi the gipfie laddie. ~ “ Gae faddle to me the black black fteed, “ Gae faddle and mak him ready; «“ Before that-] either eat or fleep, « T’ll gae and feek my fair lady.” And we were fifteen well-made men, Of courage flout and fleady; And we were a put down, but ane, J'or.a fair young wanton lady. Jumb, ye Res 5 ay a “} Se ane S. 4 i se A : ‘ Vey) ides i ‘ of fhe ES » 2 3 \ 4 f . oo fj % | One Penny. ” CHARMS OF MELODY, STREN MEDLEY. ‘worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, At Evening when my Work is done. At evening, when my work is done, ’ And the breeze at fetting fun Scarcely breathes upon the tide, Then alone I love to glide, ane Unheard, unfeen, my filent.oar, Steals along the fhaded fhore: Allis dark, and all is mute, Save the moon, and lover’s lute: “Tang, ting, tang, it feems to fay, Lovers dread return of day. Toward the abbey-wall I fteer, There the coralhhymn I hear ; While the organ’s lengthened note, Seems in diftant woods to float : Returning then, my filent oar Steals along the fhaded fhore: | New. Roundelay. | Py ete fhow no-more is feen, Bluft’ring Winter paffes by ; Merry Spring comes, clad in green, While wood-larks pour their melody : J hear him—hark ! - The merry lark, | “Calls us to the new-mown hay, Piping to our roundelay. When.the golden fun appears ~ On the mountains furly brow, ~ When his jolly beams he rears, -Darting joy behold them now : “Then, then—Oh! hark, ‘The merry lark, «Calls us to the new-mown hay, Piping to.our roundelay. When the village boy to field, Tramps it with the buxom lafs, ‘Fain fhe would not feem to yield, Yet gets tumbled on the grafs: Then, then—Oh! hark, ‘The merry lark, = _ While they tumble in the hay, Pipes, alone, his roundelay. What are honors, what’s a court ? Calm content is worth them ail; Our honor lies in cudgel fport, Our brighteft court a greenfword ball: But then—Oh! hark, ' ‘The merry iark, Call us to the new-mown hay, _ Piping to our roundelay. _ Pe The Plan-of the Publither is to embody in. one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and ‘ ‘Sentimental, War, Hunting, Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Irith, and Seotch Ballads, Legendaries, All is dark, Cc. PUBLISHED at N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, modern, in the Englith Language, Bacchanatian, Humourous, Sea, and Political Sc. &c.—-To which will be added, a complete-Index, 7 gs al si The parting Kifs, Cy ‘kind kifs before we part, Drop a tear and then adieu; Tho’ we fever, my fond heart *Tull we meet fhall pant for you: Net,yet weep not fo, my love, Let me kifs that falling tear; Tho’ my body muft remove, All my foul will ftill be here. All my foul-and all my heart, ‘Ev'ry with fhall pant ‘for you; One kind kifs then e’er we part, Drop a tear and bid adieu. T-can’t tell what to think on’t. | BS ‘Jockey calls me his delight, © And vows he loo’s me dearly, He fays my ee’n like ftars are. bright, And woos me late and early ; But when he beckons to. the glen, As I ftand on the brink on’t, My heart it beats, and truly then, I can’t tell what to think on’t. Then he is na a filly loon, - But bonny, gay and witty, ‘Yet he may change as doesthe moon, And that would be a pity : For I muft own T-loo‘him well, If falfe I fure muft fink on’t ; — The truth, ye laffes, I muft tell, I don’t know what to think on’¢. I met wi’ Willy t’other day, Who look’d fo {nug and neatly, ‘And foon' began his pipe to play;\ Then’ fang to me: moft fweetly; “Young Jockey chanced to pafs by, © And gloomy feem‘d to blink on’: ‘I ken he had a jealous eye, He knew not what to think on’t, "Yet V’ll na more torment the lad, If honour is his meaning, I'll foon confent to make him glad, , And-¢o his with be leaning: To kirk if he fhould afk to go, ‘I durely kind will blink on’t : For then I certainly fhall know, Right truly what to think on’t. Where the preceding Numbers can be had. Zi } 4 ” © a es ge a: ee ca Pee ee a ae 7 Siaeenotve. | : Fs MELO et} state Eke D . Thus afleep or aw hs. by night or day, Howe’er we labour, or watch, or prays , “Thus afleep or aw En by night or day, - The ruling paffion fways us: x ‘Anda Will-o’-the-wifp now leads the way, By which like fheep we are lur’d aftray, ¢ » And a Will-o’-the- wilp now leads the \ WAY \ ~ ‘© Or a*bugbearnow dtvebagy Vet, though by turns we are highly leas'd, bo Awe a piteous taking, i 2 At leaf may all ‘our pleafing spisetihe realiz’d when vee -_ 7 : ‘ ! ite = ; % . / Le The Frolicks of Queen Mab SUNG BY MR. COZLINS, —" In his celebrated Eurertainment of the © Brath.” ~~~ EN fancy roves in a rambling dream, With the poor and rich it is all the fame, When fancy roves in a rambling dream, ‘And wetfeém t0 fléep like tops, fir 5 | Queen Mab fhe playsus.a plealant game, |. Of the fairy” tfibe the imperial dame, Queen Mab the plays us a pleafant game, ‘As into our pates fhe POpss fir: For there flie drives her gig, asShakefpear_ tells the tale, fir, . With tricks and pranks, a.thoufand ways, our flum- _bers.to.regale, fir. In fize as {mall as anagate-flone, ‘Or the feed i’the foil when tis newly fown, In-fize as fmall as an agate-ftone, ; On a mifer’s little finger ; With a whip: emade out of a opihibet’ $ bone, For fhe never drives like a lazy drone, , . .. ' With aw hip: made out of a crickets bone, a, That her ponies may not lingers In a chariot by.a fquirrel {coop 4, out of a put brown: fhell fir, «+ And.a primrofe pipp’d: ier a eating hood, orvelfe a cowflip’s bell, fire; And in this flate fhe’s night by nighé,, Like a little wicked wanton fpright, ~ And in this ftate fhe night :by night! » Trots over lovers-brains, fir 5: ? Who fancy, if the-fleas but bite, As they tumble and.tofs, in a piteous: ages L Who fancy, if the-fleas‘ but bite, That Cupid gives the pain, fir: And if by chance fhe takes aAcanibss, Over acourtier's ‘Smiling Grog. ERLE grog is the {ailor’s bett hopeyhis theet 3 anchor, ~ ; oi —. His compas, his cable, his aes “That gives him a heart which life’s cares cannot -.canker, ; ‘ Tho’ atpeks a oot him ‘ Unite to confound him, He’ braves them and tips off his Brog : "Tis grog, only grog, ‘Is his rudder, his compafs, his cable, his ibe : The failor’s theet anchor 1 is ei What though he to: a friend, in. ttull, His prize: money COnVEYs: >> orl)’ Who to his bond of faith unjulti; : So Cheats him.and tuns away.z.{ sic) *! What’sto be done? he vents a curfe : ’Gainft all falfe hearts afhore,,° Of the remainder clears his purtey . And then to fea for mofe,’ © “**. f Oy eree here iriing grog, bic. What though his girl, who! often fwore ee To knew a charms, » AIT, lord? He finds, when e returns. athore, dn ossee aapesines ee bows as Porth asatimy lord's _ Clafp’ 44 in Sea aba . What’s tobe done? He vents a cure, And-feeks a kinderfhe, ‘Dances, gets groggy, clears his apuide, And goes again to fea. To croffes born—ftill trufting cexaeh ‘The waves lefs faithlefs that. the fain; There into toils to rufh again, And ftormy. pearls ea there? Hh yegenre § B78 Efe. Then driving over a rady" s tips Asa pifmire over a tuole-hill fips, Then driving ever a lady’s lips, | She ftraight on kiffes dreams, fir: Or alawyer’s nofe, if acrofs fhe fkips,, With his hiftingthuffing, quirks and quips, ~ Or a lawyet’s nofe, if acrofs the tupe; In what a plight he feems, fir! ‘With fhout upturn’d, like rogHpe: fwine, he fnuffs and fotte' to Abort, ir a For, GO! what feentas. fo, divine, as foaene out2 ‘fuit, fir. re Nay, the! parfon:4 Koo, Balues he Leh 2s ainap; As ftranger things ev'ry day. may’ hap, «t? The. Soldier's “B! Garin en : O* all fenfations: pity pitas’ To proudly fwell the am ple ‘heart, a & Nay, the parfon t00, when .he takes a nap After dinner, pipe: and ale, fir; .. She will fometimes give a tickling tap, | On the rofy. cheek of the rev *read chap, _ She will fometimes give : a tickling tap, With a little tythe pig’s tail, fir Then fleeves of lawn, the fairy fpright, prefents the puapie {miter, And, lo! : his ee ina thtite is'turn’d intoa , mitre. tel Hi*T. 95°? Then acrofs the re of s a blade fhe vere ‘Who hoftile plansidike:Cafar’ plots, Then acrofs the neck of a blade the trots, Who dreams of war’s alarms; fir; © Of cutting Frenchmen and Spaniards throats, Of red-hot balls, and of batt’ring ‘boats, Of cutting Frenchmen and Spaniards throats, And quartering legs and arms, fir ; And when at laft in both his ears, the drum fhe founds amain, fir, He ftarts, and wakes, and prays, and: ce and _then to fleep again, fir. rr ” meee tomes ~~ From which the willing forrow {prings,- In others grief-that bears a. ‘patt.: OF all fad tym pathy ‘3: delights, « | ‘The manly dignity of grief, faqmot’ A joy in mourning that: excites, pont gt And gives the anxious mind Felief-:’ Of thefe would yau the feeling know, * Molt gen’rous, noble, greatly brave, That ever taught aheart to glow, ©” ’Tis the tear that bedews a foldier’s iBFave. For hard and painfulas his boty) 97 4 9 5 Let dangers come, he braves them 2 alls : J Valiant perhaps to be forgot, "> ’ {19 rasl Or undiftinguith’d doom'd to fall; °- sind, 4 Yet wrapt in contiiaus worth fon uae é A " The world, that now forgets his toil, He views from a-retreat obicure, L And quits it with a willing file: — Then trav’ler one kind drop beftow, |. ~~ *Twere graceful pity, nobly brave; _ Nought ever taught the heart to-glow, Like. the tear that bedews the foldiex’s grave. Baers —- i nee Pe yt stant re hy a wit) ye Ws is 7 m Mary of the Dale. ee at the cool and fragrant howe, When evening fteals upon the ky, When lovers feck the filent bow’r, Young William taught the grove to figh : His heav’nly form and beauteous air, - Were like the flow’ry vale; Yet did he figh, and all for love , _ Of Mary of the dale. ; . When o’er the mountain peep’d the day, Opprefs’d with grief he’d often ftray, O’er rifing hill and fertile lawn, To figh and weep his cares away: Tho’ he had charms to win each fair . That dwells within the vale, Yet did he figh, and all for love Of Mary of the dale. ' The merry dance, the chearful long, ' Could now no-moré a charm impart; _No more his hours ghde tmooth along, For grief lay heavy at his heart : ‘His cheek, where health with beauty glow’d, Was like the primroie pale, .. Sighing he dy’d, and all for love . Of Mary of the dale. _ Yhe Fields were.gay. eps Felds were gay, ar fweet, the hay, The gypfies fat upon the grafs.; 2 Both lad and lafs by you were fed, - oT was all to cheat } your filly. Lats. “When’er we Bet yeti kiffes {weet, The fpeeches foft you did impart; The hawthorn buth fhould make you blush, _ ’Twas there you did betray: my heart. Maid g the MM. ‘ll, : Jack’s Revenge, yy BEN laf from the Straits we: Shall ee cait anchor, ,. ; T went, bonny Kitty to hail, With quintablesftor’d, for our voyage was afpanker, And‘bran-new was ‘every fail. Bur I-knew well. ai how, with ag fweet as ' thoney, ‘They trick us poor tars of our ae *And when the fly gypiies have finger’d tha money, me Che oes they give peas Jack to hold. : 50 Ichas’d her, dye fee, my Tads, under falfe colours, Swore my wifhes were all at an‘end, Phat: I fported away all my good looking: olla, { ' And borrow’d my ee of a friend : “Oh! then had you feen her, nolonger-my honey, "Twas variet, audacious, and bold, _ Begone from my fight, now you've fpent all yeu Da aLOne ay; For: Kitty the bag you may hold. With that I took out double handfuls of ihiners, Anddfcornfully bid her good bye, *T would have done your heart good had you then feen her fine airs, ‘How the’d leer, and fhe’d fob, and ‘fhe’d figh: Be I Rood well a -broadfide—while hy and ue ea . is eal’ d sca ay up the gold, ie tad ae away,as I fack’d all the money, _ eft the pag for Ma’am Kitty to re iy » UY * ‘ +, ty . Do we purfue the timid’ tre. + ae ies Ee RRL Re RUE ies om 4 ‘ 1 “THE CHARMS oF MELODY, NS ed ie % What Be ei Pride and Ambition. HAT argufies pride Gad ambition? | Soon or late Death muft take usin tow 2. Each bullet -has got its. commiffion, And when our time’s come we muft go ;, ‘Then drink and fing, hang pain and forrow, The halter was made for the neck, ” He that’s now ‘live and lufty—to-morrow \ Perhaps may be ftretch’d on the deck. There was little Tom Linftock, of Dover, Got kill’d, and left Polly in pain, © Poll cry’d, but her grief was foon over, | And then the got married agaimy” Li hen drink, tc, _ Jack Funk was ill us’d by Bet Crocker, " And fo took to guzzling the fuuff, *Till he tumbl’d in old Davy’s locker, And there he got liquor enough. Then drink, 8 es For our ‘prize money then'to the proctor, Take of joy while ’tis going our freak ; “For what argufies calling the doctor, _ When the anchor of life is apeak. | Then drink, fe. \ The Chace. : WES faintly gleams the doubtful day, | Ere yet the dew drops on the thorn — Borrow a luftre from the ray, That tips with gold the dancing corn, Health bids awake and homage pay, 9 61) To him who gaveanother morh; 9 sui4 3 And, well with ftrength his nets to: ae ion Urges the fportfman to the chace. . As trembling o’er the lawn the fees Still of her fafety have we care, + While feeming death her fteps furrounds, | We the defencelefs creature {pare, at And inftant top the well taught hounds. i } For cruelty fhould née’erdifgrace The well-earn’d pleafure of the chace. Do we purfue the tubtle fox, : m howe Still let him brakes and rivers try, | din Through ‘marfhes wade, or climb the rocks, hl The deep mouth’d hounds ‘fhall following fly; And while he ev’ry danger: mocks, -Unpitied let the culprit die. To quell his cruel artful race, Is labour worthy of the chace. Retarn’ d with thaggy fpoils well Ror’, p OE To our convivial joys at night, ms . ~~ We toaft, and firft our country’s lord, Anxious who-moft fhall do him age s The fair next crowns the focial boar Britons fhould love as well as fight. For he who flights the tender race, ' Is held eee of the chacee as GOEL | The Oaks pee fapling oak loft in the dell, Where tangled brakes its beauties fpoil,» and ev'ry infant fhoot repel, Droops hopelefs o’er the *shaufted foils At length the woodman clears around. Where e’er the noxious thickets fpread 5. And high from the reviving ground, The foréft’s monarch lifts his head. = =. ~~ , iy Hen . Pe, a — . | .- 2 ae ; 136 BALLADS ANCIENT AND mMopERN, LEGENDARIES, Sc, The wanton Wife of Bath. Mrw Addifon has pronoune’d this an excellext Ballad. See the Spetater, No. 243. | “Bath a wanton wife did dwell, As Chaucer he did write; Who did in pleafure. fpend her days, ~And many a fond delight. Upon a time fore fick fhe was _ And atthe length did die; And then her foul at heaven’s gate, Did knock mott mightily. Firk Adam cammanio the gate: s¢ Who knocketh there?’ quoth he. # J am the Wite of Hath,” the-faid, “ And fain would come to thee.” ss nae art a finner,” Adam faid, And here no place fhalt have.” we And fo art thou, I trowe,” quoth fhe, “« Now go you doating knave. « T will come in, in fpight,” fhe faid, ‘© Of all iuch churis as thee} * Thou wert the caufer of our woe, * Our pain and mifery: «And firft broke God’s Senet ears. “In pleafure of. thy wife.” When Adamheard her tell this tale, He tan away for life Then down came jacob at the gate, And bids her pack to hell, . * Thou falfe deceiving. knav e,’’quoth: fhe, “ Thouft may’ft be there as, well: « For thou deceiv'dit thy father dear, ‘* And thine own brother, too.” Away flunk Jacob prefently, And made no mere ado. She knocks again with might and main, And Lot he chides her ftraight. + How now,’ * quoih fhe, “thou drunken alg, «“ Who bade thee here to prate ? « With thy two daughters thou didft lye. “ On them.two baftards got.’ And thus moft tauntingly fhe caft Againft poor filly Lot. « Who calleth there,” quoth Judith then, With ‘fuch fhrill founding notes? “ Phis fine minx furely came not here,” Quoth fhe, “ for cutting throats.” Good Lord, how Judith bluth’d for fhame, W hen ‘fhe heard her fay fo! King David hearing of the fame, ~~ He.to thegate would go. Quoth David « who knocks there‘fo loud, “ And maketh all this ftrife ?’ “ You were more kind, good fir,’”\fhe fyid, “ Unto Uriah’s wife. « And when thy fervant thou didi sate - “In battle to be flain; | Thou caufedft far more ftrife he I, -*¢ Who would come here fo fain.” « - “ The woman’s mad,” quoth Solomon, «That thus doth taunt a king.” “ Not half fo mad as you,” fhe faid, “J trow, in many a thing. 4 - Thou hadft fev’n hundred wives at once, * For whom thou didft provide; *« And yet, god wot, three hundred whores “ ‘Thou muft maintain befide : ¢ And they made thee forfake thy God, ‘And worfhip flocks and ftones; ‘ Befides the charge they put thee to “ In breeding of young bones. « Hadft thou not been befide thy wits, .* Thou would not thus have ventur’ "d; “ And therefore I do marvel much, “ How thou this place haft enter’ “T never heard,” quoth Jonas, then, “ So vile a cold as this.’ “ Thou whore-fon run- away, quoe,. fhe, “ Thou dideft more amifs.” “ ‘They fay,” quoth Thomas ‘ womens’ tongues “ Of afpen-leaves are. made.” “ Thou unbelieving wretch,” quoth the, “ All is not true that’s faid.” When Mary Magdalen heard her then, She came unto'the gate. Quoth fhe, “ good-woman, you muf think ‘Upon your former ftate. “ No finner enters in this place” Quoth Mary Magd’len. “’Then “«*Twere ill.for you, fair miftrefs mine, “« She anfwer’d her again ; «« You for your honefty,” quoth fhe, ‘« Had once been fton’d to death; « Had not our Saviour Chrift came by, .. And written on the earth. «It was not by your occupation, -“ You are become divine : I hope my foul in Chrift his paffion, “« Shall be as fate as thine.” - ‘Up rofe the good apoftle Paul, And to this wife he cry’d, “Except thou fhake thy fins away, “Thou here fhalt be denied.” — wee OR eménther! Paul, what thou haft done, * All through:a lewd defire : “« How thou didft perfecute God’s. church, “ With wrath as:hot as fire.” Then up ftarts Peter at the laft, And to the gate he hies: 4° Fond fool,” quoth he, knock: ‘notifo, fat, “¢ Thou wearieft Chri with cries.” 4¢ Peter,” faid fhe, “ content thyfelf, “ For-mercy may-be won; **T never did deny my Chrift, « As thou thyfelf daft done.” When as our Saviour-Ghrift heard this, — With heavenly angels bright, He came unto this finful foul, Who trembled at his fight. Of him for mercy ‘fhe did crave. ‘Quoth‘he, “ thou ‘halt refus’d *« My proffer’d grace, and mercy both, * And much my name abus’d.” « Sore have J finned, Lord, “ the faid, a * And {pent my time in vain, 4 o ~« But bring me like a wand’ring Sicep “ Into thy flock again. O Lord, my God, I will amend «My former wicked vice; \ The thief for one poor filly word, — « Paft into Paradife.”* «“ My laws and my commandiments,” Saith Chrift, “ were known to thee 5 ** But of the fame in any wife, ““ Not yet one word did ye.” « J grant the fame, O Lord,” quoth fhe: ~ © Moft tewdly did Tiive « But yet the loving father did +« His prod’gal fon forgive.” “ So I forgive thy foul,” he faid, “ Through thy repenting cry ; « Come enter then into my JOY. «I will not thee deny” 24 ¢ w € . RE > ra EN URL) ay FS fee) 2 aR ae dl 7 foes ete Dy 1 iN cae gaat ah ey Kae ae ‘worth preferving—forming an‘ Univerlal Magazine of Love, Songs; aswell as Old Eng! Sweet Love, Tl marry thee. ; HEN Donald firft came wooing me, "Twas on’Cromarty Greens “The loon had long' been loving me, ot Tho’ {was but: nineteen. He fung of that, and talk’d of this, And many things faid he; At length he ery’d, and took a kifs, «¢-Sweet love, Vilamarry thee; « My bonny, blithfome, witifome lafs, -s¢ Sweet love, I’llmarry thee.” told him plain, it-munna be, For why I was too young; And was for tripping o’er the lea, _ «In fpite of all he fung: res my heart employ, aps, and beats for joy. “The Donny Scots-man. And pleafe the canny boat-man, Bear me frae-hence, or bring to me My brave,.my bonny Scot-man: © Inhaly bands © “We join’d our hands, Yet may not this difcover,, While parents rate i A large eftate Before a faithful lover. But I loor chufe in highland’ glens To herd the -kid and goat-man, ‘Ere I could for fic little ends Refufe my bonny Scot-man. Wae worth the man » Wha firft began - The bafe ungen’rous fafhion, € ahs rae greedy views ' Love’s art to ufe, » While Strangers. to it’s paffion. y= gales eae wave the fea, _ om ‘Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth, Hafte to thy longing laffie, Wha pants to prefs thy bawmy mouth, And in her. bofom hawfe thee. ‘Love-gi’es the word, ‘Then, hafte on boar ‘Fair winds and tenty boat- -man, Waft o’eb, waft o’ér, ~ Frae yonder fhore, ' My bkithe, my bonny-Scot- man. The Spinning’ Wheel. “O eafe his*heart, and own his flame, Blithe Jockey to young Jenny came 5 But, tho’ the'lik’d him paffing weel, She carelefs tutn’d her {pinning wheel. ‘Her milk- white hand he did.extol, And prais’d her fingers long and fall : Unutual joy her heart did feel ; ‘But full the turn’d.her {pinning- wheel. "Then: reurd about her flender waift, ©. He clafp’d his arms, and her exibiie! d; To kifs her hand he down did: kneel ; But yet fhe turn’d her fpinning- wheel.’ ‘With gentle voice the bid him rife ; ‘He blefs’d her neck, her lips, and eyes; ) Her fondnefs fhe could {earce conceal ; “Yet ftill the turn’d her fpinning-wheél. Till, bolder grown, fo clofe he prefs’d, His wanton thoughts ‘fhe quickly guefs’ d3 Then putb’d him from her rock and reel, And angry tunn’d her fpinning-whecl. And laft, when fhe began to chide, He {wore he meant her for his bride; -? Pwas then her love fhe did reveal, And flung away her fpinnin g-wheel. —# Set your top-gallant fails, my boys, . ~~ « And clofely hug the gale.’ » - Nine knots the nimble Milford ran; 5 WAS up en Finds “hy ree leagues dae, more, We fpy’da lofty: ‘fail; 4 Thus, thus the mafter cry’d-— Buy “« Haul up '# She rais "dfthe chafe in ew, And fogn was fide by Tide. « Dowfe your Dutch enfiga! up | St. George! « To quarters now, all hands.2" With lighted match, befide his gun, Each sritith Shit ‘ands. “ Give fire!” our gallant captain cries; .?Tis done—the cannons roar: ; ~ & Stand clear, monfieurs! digeft thefe pills, ‘ And then we'll fend you: more.” “Your Freach jack fhivers in the wind’ “« Tts lilies all look pale: “ Down it muft‘come—it muft. come , down ; im « For Britons will prevail. . Rak’d ’fore and aft, her fhatter’d hull 7 * Lets in the briny flood ; bad Her decks are carnag’d with the flain; ¥ Her fcuppers 4 ftream with blood. *¢ Our chain-fhot ahiftles i in the wind; . « Our grape defcends like hail: Huzzay2y fouls! three cheering east ! “ French hearts begin to-fail. fe And fee, ’tis done—the ftrikes, fhe yiek dig! * Down, haughty*flag of France! Now board her, boys! and on her ftatf, “ The Englith crofs advance. . © There let it ever fly, my hearts, « To awe thefe Galiic flayes;' * So freely tofs the can aboun; — «>For Britons ruleche wae? There. let it ae Ba Se - ~ - ‘Cumberland. The Lafs of Beatps' Mil Bs pee lafs of Peaty’s mild,’ So bonny,‘ blithe, and gay pedal In fpight of all my fkill’ : Hath ftole my heart’ away. When tedding of the hay, » .Bare-headed on the green, Love’midft her locks did play, And wanton’d.in her een. Her arms, white, round, and fmooth, Breatfts rifing in’ their dawn; - To age it would give youth, To prefs ’em.with his hand + Thro’ all my fpiritsran An extafy of blifs, ~ When I fuch fweetnefe fan'd” Wrapt ina balmy kifs. o. Without the help of art, Like flow’rs which grace the wild, She did her fweets impart, » — Whene’er fhe {poke or fmil’d. sk. Her looks they were fo mild, a penal. Free from affeéted pride, . ° Spies nel She me to love beguil’d, rao eae I with’d her for my bride, tte ) O had I all that wealth “ot ¥ Hoptoun’s high mountains fill, . a Infur’d long life and health, t seg And pleafures at my will; I'd promife and fulfil, That none but bonny the, (The lafs of Peaty’s mill)» Should share the fame with me. Larry O'Shanghnetfy's soit thro’ Dublin, ‘WRITTEN BY Da. Jes. DoDD, And funy by ‘ New Rehearfel,” ¢ Comedy written byDr. Dodd, and performed. at the T, pele Read Crow "fees May, MITT Tue Balli na mona.” INCE Larry O’Shaughneffy firft came to town, On foot, coach, and horfe-back he walk’d up and down; To fee what was fightly he ne’er gruds’d his-crown, And his obfervations in words he'll fet’ Then hear-my petition, and let the. play live, of And his and my thanks we'll ad give. "The Braes.of Norrans USK ‘ye, bufk ye, my bonie, bonie bride, And dry your eyes wi’ anguifh ftreaming ; : For our approach, -all‘eyes on Clyde . Are now wi’ expectation beaming; ‘There we'll enjoy:the merry day—= . -« (But here.your days aredimm’d wi foreoy/) * There-pafs in love the night away, Pa And.think naé mair on gloomy Yarrowe | ee ‘How' can. I. buff a -bonie, bonie bride, ; ie ‘ye Or how’can I reftzain fraé weeping—= 7” When he is tofs’d on ocean wide, ; Who has my waefu’ heart in Leepingh Ah! lang, lang, maun‘I view, wi eer ; fag ig The ftreamn made bitter wi’ my orrow ” a3 And, for his coming, lang i in vain, Look.frae the flow’ry. banks of Yarrowe tik? By Yarrow’s'tonély waves to* ieigeits f° a The graye fhall bury a’ my anguifh: Thro’ apprehenfion’ s fhadows gloom ai Dark o’er the night of deep’ning: forrow, Yet, true to love, I il prefs the tomb, . ', And him aot won my heart on. Yarrow. ee, ae” BALLADS anctext anv MODERN, eS ne > ; » ales ‘ watiggs a : r is -« Their.parentsy friends, with glad accord — William and Fanny. “ Did on their paffion fmile i aoe By 7 Robertfon. “ Bur fate with cruelty high rais’d . _ RIGHT -was the morn, the landfeape gay, ; Onward young William rode; he Joyful the villageto behold, — — His Fanny’s lov’d abode. Unlike his former felf he came, In fure difguife array’"d; , With unlook’d joy, hoping to blefs ‘His dear, his conitant maid.. {n warblings fweet from every ipray, The feather’d choir cembine ; While love and hope in W illizm’s breaft, The happy concert join. No magpye, no harfh raveni’s note, Sinifter boding found, But thro’ the air, mufic and love, Bleft oinens! float around. “The village opening to-his view, . His flutt’ring pulfé ‘beat high)” Whilft tears, ‘from Joy’s rich fountdin drawn, Beam'd {parkling in-his eye. “ Soon fhall thefe eyes-again, thank: heaven, “ Her angel-form behold; “* Soon fhall thefe withing arms again, My lovely; maid.enfold,” He faid ; ‘when lo, in fable guife, _ From forth the church-yard way, A filent train with downecaft eyes, Death’s banners. wide difplay. The flow-tongu’d bell, with folemn toll, A fad adieu expreft; On ev’ry face a genhine. grief *. Full deeply was impreft. Fierce as the eagle William dar'd, _ When pride its creftuprear'd ; Yet..melung, William, as the dove, _ | Whene’er diftrefs appear'd. “To what kind foul are thefe fad rites, ‘“ Wath mournful rev’rence paid?” Avgrey-haif’d. peafane rais’d his eyes, And, fighing, thus he faid ; “TF e’er you’ye known, love’s wondrous pow'r, “ The pitying tear prepare; -“ Yon graye contains the fweeteitifiow’r “ E’er aiptiby, cold defpair. “ Not {portivelambkin on the down - “More lively was than fhe; “ Not lambkin ever cropt the green,’ “ From guilefal. tho ughts more free: “ Not apple-bloffoms in the {pring, _ “ Cou’d with her beauties vie ; “ More graceful than the doe her fhiape ; “ Sente fparkled in her eye.’ “hin “ Soft tho} her bofom yet unteuch’d * By love’s all-pow’rful-flame, “ Tilla young fwain of peerlefs worth, “ From yon blye.Uplands came. mm “ The pride of fwainsfweet William was, ** Thus fhepherds all agree ; “A youth fo manly, gentle, brave, “ Ine’eragain fhall fee. * Each nymph beheld him with delight, “ Each fwain with envious €yes; “ Ev’n envy’s felt might ftand excus’d, “ When Fanny was the prize. “ They faw, they lov’d; fo fweeta pair “ Ne’er grac’d our wond’ring plain; _ * He deem’d by heav’n for her defign’d; _ She for her Upland fwain. ~ 4 Giant Rebellion came ~ o . a ro a o a“ - a . “Weeping, the village faw ’em laid 4 Their hopes———but Lo beguile. ‘ “ Ah, whatis happinefs!——a fly “ Vith tinfel’d wingsfo gay: 9: > “Sure of the prize, we ftretch our hands; “?Tis gone; “tis loft-for aye. ‘“« Heading the needy Highland clans, “ Onward in.threat’ning mogd, to drench “« Our peaceful fields in blood. “ To fave their-country, Freedoni’s fons “ With gen’rous ardour flew ; “« Never again, oh, may thele eyes _“ Such feenes of horror view. «Young William’s:lord, to whom both love 4 And gratitude were bound, With William, foremoft in his train, 46 In Freedom’s ranks were found. & o “4 Conqueft with laurels William crowns, *« His worth ev’n foes approve ; “ But ah!4—tho’ conqueft crowns his arms, “« Defpair awaits his love. 6 a A ’fquire, for large poffeflions fam’d, “-Saw Fanny, andador’d; © > For charms like her’s might. captivate “ The heartaweeev'n of alord. — He faw,-and vows of. ardent love Tmpatiently he preit$ Poor Fanny had no heart to give ; “ *T was lodg’d in Williani’s breatt. o ry ~ “ But curfed av’rice,.age’s bane, “ Had froze her father’s mind ; She wept, fhe pray’d; nor pray’ss nor tears « Alas! could pity find. ste To feeling deaf, by riches lur’d, “ He laid his ftri& command; He dragg’d her. to the church ; heforc’d “Her cold, her heartlefs hand. Wealth! .what is wealth, of, peace depriv'ht ” “ A glitt’ring pois’nous toy 5 The night-thades jetty fhining fruit ‘ Allures but to deftroy. Scarce feven days gone, fince Fanny wore “ The hated marriage-chain; | And but yeft’reen a broken heart ‘“ Freed Fanny from-her, pain. But, firanger; fure thofe looks of your's “ Unufual feelings {peak ;. . The bridle quits your trembiing hands, “* The blood forfakes your cheek,” Down dropt poor William, like a corfe, Upon the green+fward laid ; By pitying peafants known, he’s ftraight To friendly roof convey’d. Reviv'd, heart-rending fighs and groans, — A fix’d defpair confels ; But Madnefs, fad relief !—arrives To lighten his diftrefs. When midnight came, from bed efcap’d, To Fanny’s grave he flew; 1 o ry - > “ a ~ = ~*~ . “ Om nw There ftretch’d,—he Fanny call’d—~and foon ‘To mis’ry bade adieu. Cold as the lovely fair within, ‘Next morn was William found; In the fame hallow'd ground. __ There nymphs and fhepherds often mee¢,* To plight their vows fo true, . And froma fympathy of foul, ; 4 ® ‘ “ 4 * oo pee rp a tew a Their grave.with tears bedew- . One Penny. StTREN ME DLE Y. Phe Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; .as well as Old Englith, Inf -and Scotch'Ballads, Legendaries, &c, &c——To which will be added,.a. complete Index. : ancient.and modern, in the Englifh Language, ‘The Highland Laffie. oT Re Lawland maids gang trig and fine, © But:aft they’re four, and: unco faucy, | 'Sae proud, they never can be kind, ‘Like my good humour’d: Highland laffie. O, my bonny, bonny Highland laffie, My lovely {fmiling Highland laffie, ‘May never care > Make thee lefsfair, , . Ae But bloom of youth ftill blefs my laffie. — “Than ony lafs in Burrough’s town, _. Wha make their cheeks with patches motie; » Pdtak my Katie wi’ a gown, ‘Bare footed in her little cotie. . “O my bonny, Se. O’er higheft heathery hills I'll ftenn, Wi" cockit gun, and ratches tenty, ‘To drive the deer out of their den, To feaft my lafs on difhes dainty. O my bonny, %&e. “There’s nane fhall dare, by deed or word, *Gainft her to. wag a tongue or finger, “While I can wield-my truity fword, Or frae my fide whifk, out.a whinger. . O my bonny, Se. “The mountains clad wi’ purple bloom, And berries ripe invite my. tréafure “To range,wi* me; let great-fowk gloom, While wealth and pride confound their pleafure. 3 O my Lonny, ec. | ‘Yeiterday. | eee ye fludious grave and old, Tell me, all ye fair-and gay, . Tell me where, I may behold The fleeting forms of yefterday. “Where’s autumnal plenty fped, Winter, where’s thy boilt’rous fway; _“Where’s the vernal flow’ret fled, ‘Summer, where’s thy Yefterday, _Jocund fprites’ of focial joy, __ Round our fmiling goblet play,; lit, ye pow’rs of rude annoy, - uike the ghoft of yefterday. -Brim the bowl, and pafs it round, Lightly tune the fportive lay ; Let the feftal hour be crown’d, - | :E’er "tis loft, like yefterday. PUBLISHED ‘at N10, BEDFORD-ROW, ‘Dublin: Jasco ace ements i ‘He waves his hat, and cries «é adieu, “Her hair fae fair, -her-een fae clear, “To. me fhe ever will be dear, ‘But O, fhe was the canty quean, wee! HY. is love fo. pafk defining? , svi Golden Skies, “Ao night when fpent in golden fee If whiten’d cliffs the failor fpies, * The failor {pies completely bleft, The fight:each tender thought: infpires His love on fhore, and. fancy fires And fancy fires his faithful breaft. The dancing waves falute ‘his oar, ‘He pulls and fings “ my love’s on fhore,” ‘He pulls and fings’ “ my love’s on fhore.”” ‘Farewell good fhip and- loving crew, . . in>. “Farewell good thip; for lové I fteer.” And as areund he turns“bis: face, ‘To view the happy well-known place, ! Fhe-happy place that holds his dear, » The dancing waves falute his oar, B14 fle pulls and ings, Se r ac Sah ex Roy’s Wife of Aldivalloch, |, a Wp OY’s, wife of Aldivalloch, Roy’s wife of Aldivalloch, ey sig ‘Wat ye how fhe cheated me, As I came o’erthe Braesiof Balloch? 22:08 7 Roy's wife, Be: She vow'd, fhe fworefhe would be mine; . = ‘She faid the loo’d me bef of ony, ‘But ah, the-faufe, the fickle quean 3 gq , “She’s ta’en the Carle and left her Jonnie. — _ Roy's wife, ee, Her wee bit mou’s fae {weet and bonny, ‘Tho’ fhe’s for ever'left her Jonnie. . . oy : 3 Roy’s wife, Fe. And weel could dance the Highland walloch : : How happy I, had fhe been mine, are Or I’d been Roy of Aldivallock! 9 = Roy's wife, es ‘Why. is Love fo paft defining. ~~ _‘* Tell me, reafon,” Chloe cry’d2, Cupid, on his bow reclining, . Heard the nymph, and thus’reply’d; |" oa “« ?Tis not reafon can-inform. thee; * Learn from me”’—and fhot a dart! s¢ Does not fecret paffion warm thee ?? oo. 9%) « Yes,” -the.cry’d;” /tis-iw Gny-hearts iam a ee es ' \Where the preceding Numbers may be had. é 1 fhe Big Belly’ i Bottle ~~ Tas women’ all tell me I’m Yalfe to my lafs, That I quit my poor Chloe and Rick to.my.glaisy But to you, men of reafon, my reaions [’ll own, And if you do’nt like them, why let them alone. Prat I Have left her, the truth I’ll declare, believe fhe was good, and I’m fure fhe was'fair; t goodnefs, and charmsin.a bumper I fee, at makes it-as good and as charming, as/fbe. My Chloe had diniples and finilés, I mat own, But tho’ fhe could fmile, yet in truth the coul ifrown; But tell me, ye lovers of liquor divine, Did you e’er fee a frown. ina bumper. of wine? Her lilies and rofes wete daft } in their prime, Yet lilies and rofes are. conquer'd by time ; . Burin wine, from its age fuch a benctiv flows, ’ Thaeweilike it the better the older it grows. * “They” tellme-my lové would in time have been ~ - cloy#’d, And that peatees ‘tipi when once *tis e joy. a “But in wine] both time and enjoyment teh . For'the longer I drink the nore thirty, am I, > Let-murdere; and bat fies and hiftory prove The mikchiel s that waitiuponirivals in love 5 But in drinking, thank heaven,ino rivahcontends, ’ For the more we love liquor, themore we are friends She too Epa haga poifon’d,the joy of my, Lifes sf ‘With nurfes, and babies, and {qualling and ftrife ; Buemy wine neither nurtes nor babies cah’bring, | And a big-bellied bortle’s a mighty good 1 thing. “Perhaps, like her fex, ewer’ falfe ta their wierd, She had left. meito get an eftate or a lord: R _ But my bumper (regarding nor title nor pelf) Will ftand by mewwhen I can’t ftand by myfelf. We fortes our day when with love we engage, Tt brings on difeafes and-haftens old age ; But wise ftom grim death can its votaries fave, _And keep out t ‘othet Jeg. ahen there’s one in the grave. ‘Then let-mmy dedr Chice:no lade! complain ’ She’s srid-ofther lover, and [ of my pain ; For in wine, mighty wine, many comforts I {py ; Should you ‘doube. what I fay, take a bumper and t ry. ss AE Fill. your Glaffes. es Slee your glaffes, toaft your laffes, Now enliv’ ning joys abound ; Wine delights us, love unites us, _ Let the {parkling wine go round. Strife and forrow, bath good morrow, With our quar are ye drown’d! Banifh thinking ‘ {pirits finking! Let the {parkling wine go-round. Every fellow, doétors tell you, Fa!l like flowers to the ground; ‘This twill nourith, make them flourifh, Then long life to all around. ‘Room here! room-here! fons of humour! I.muft give a toaft I’ve found; ‘Then be ready, true and fleady, Let the fentiment go round. - May fincere ones, with, their fair ones, And their wifhes too, be crownd; Pleafure giving, joy receiving, Laughing while the world goes round. ; het oo T 7 +. > . 40, a Ys ; 7 Os ° a _. THE Tf MV s ty DS their parents faw, and blefs’d their love, CHEE 4 ? “You Lubin. el OUNG Lubin jas a thepherd bere = Fai Rofalie a ruftic maid; . ’ "They met, they Tlov’d.—each other’s oye Together. o’er the hills they ftray’d. Nor would their happinefs delay; To-morrow’s dawn their blifs fhould prove, To-morrow be their wedding 5 a When. ‘as at eve, béfide the bréok, is Where ftray’d their flocks, they fat sar “tmil’d, One lucklefs lamb the current took ; "Twas Rofalie’s—-fhe ftarted wild. “Run, Lubin; tun,‘my fav’rite fave ;” Too fatally the youth obey’d ; _He ran, he plung’d into the WBYEs 2m Se ENS Yo give the little wand’rer aid. it 'F TAR. tonnes aie guides: him to the Bibi When, faint and funk, poor bee dies Ah! Rofalie, for evermore, - b In this cold grave thy lover lies. ~ On that lone’ bank, 6h! fill be feény Faithful to grief; thou haplefs maid ; And with fad wreaths.of cyprefs green, For ever footh’ chy Lubin’s: thade. ” “3 f% Seauiat ee Tabi : N that lone bank where! Lubin: dy’d, | »Fair-Rofalie,aswretched maid, ~ -Sat.weeping o’er the cruel tide, Faithful to -her Lubin’ s Shade. “ Oh! may fome kind, fome gentle wave, « Waft him ‘to this mournful fhore: >’ -« Thefe tender hands fhould make his grave, -« And deck,his-grave- with flow7rs‘0’er. - « T’d ever-wateh his: mould’ ring clay, “And pray for his-eternal rel; - «* When time his form has worh away, “ His duft ‘{’d place within my breaft.” | While thus fhe moan’d her Lubin lof, -And Echo t6-her grief reply’ ds Lo! at her feet his corpfe was tof, She fhriek’d; fhe clafp’d him, and fhe aya “Hark! he joy baling Hira ARK! hark! the joy infpiring horn Salutes the rofy, rifing morn, — . And echoes thro’ the dale; . With clam’rous-peals-the hills refound,-- ‘The hounds quick fcented feow’r the ground And {nuff the fragrant gale. noha te Nor gates nor hedges can impede -The brifk high-mettl'd ftarting fteed, The jovial. pack parfue ; ; . ‘Like lightning darting o’er the plains, ‘The diftant hills with ‘fpeed he gains, — And fees the game in view. “Her path the timid hare forfakes, ze _And to the copfe for fhelter makes, There pants awhile for breath, When.now the noife alarms her Les, | “Her haunt’s defcried, her fate is near, She fees approaching death. — “Dire&ed by the well-known breeze, si. The hounds their trembling victim Mitre She faints, fhe falls, fhe dies: © The diftant courfers now come in, _ And join the loud triumphant dia, ° Tall echo rends the fies. alee neee ” br Row, dow, dow. rp eo I am'now a very little lad... - If fighting men cannot be had, For want of better I may do, © 9 To follow the boys with a rat tat too; I may feem tender, yet I’m tough, And tho’ not too much of me, tight good full: . _ Of this Vl boafi—fay more who.can,_. IT never was afham’d to face my man. i. ‘I’m a chick=a-Biddy, fee, ‘Take me now, now, flow, A merry little he | ‘For your row, dow, dow; Brown Befsi knock about, oh there*s-my joy, ‘With my knapfack at my back like a ‘roving boy. . In ‘my tartan plaida young foldier view, _ My. phillebeg and dirk, and bonnet blue, — Give the ward and I'll march where you command, Noble ferjeant with a fhilling then ftrike my hand; _ My captain when he takes his glafs, | _ May like to toy with.a pretty lafs, | For fuch a one I’ve a roguith eye, He'll ne’er.want.a girl-when I am by. | ay . Lm a chick-a-Biddy, €c. ‘Tho’ a barber never yet has mow’d my chin, With my great broad-fword I long to begin, »Cut, flafh, ram, dam, oh! glorious fun, For a gun, pip pop, change my little pop-gun: - ‘The foes fhail fly, like geefe in flocks, ‘E’n Turks Id drive like : urkey-cocke ; * Wherever cuarter’d I thall be, *Oh! zounds how. I'll kifs my landlady. Lm a chick-a-Biddy, tc. ‘Blow, Boreas, blow. WDLO'W, Boreas, blow, and let the furly winds : Make thebillows foam and roar; “Thou caii’fi no terrors breed in valiant minds, But fpight of thee we’ll live and find the fhore. Then cheer my hearts, and be not aw’d, But keep the gun-room clear; ‘Tho’ helits broke loofe, and deemons roar abroad, Whilft we have fea room here, boys; never fear. Hey! how the toffes up, how far! ‘The mounting top-maft touch’d a ftar: The meteors blaz’d,as thro’ the clouds we came, And, falamander like, we liv’d in flame. But now we fink! now we go down To the deepeft fhades below : Alas! where are we now !-who, who can tell? “Sure ‘tis the deepeft room in hell, * Or where the tea-gods dwell : With them we’li live, we'll live and reign, _ With them we’lllaugh, and fing and drink amain; Butiee: we mount! fee, fee, we rife again. Tho? flafhes of lightning, and tempefts of rain, “Do fiercely contend which fhall conquer the main; Tho’ the captain does fwear inftead of a pray’r, _. And the fea is all fir’d by the daemons of th’ air, We'll drink and defy The mad fpirits that:fly From the deep to the fky, “And fing whilft the thunder does bellow ; For Fate ftill will have A kind chance for the brave, - And ne’er make his grave Of a falt-water wave, ‘To drown, no never to drown a good fellow. AR. Bradley. ae )9-CEEE CHARMS .OF MELODY). > at ts The affe&ionate Soldier, “Twas in the evening of a wint’ry day, When fafe returning froma long campaigny Allen o’ertoil’d and weary with the way, 3 Came home to fee his Sally once agalne “His batter’d arms he carelefsly threw down, And view'd his Sally with enraptur’d eyes 3 But the receiv’d him with a modeft frown— ‘She knew not Allen in his rough difguife. -His hair was knotted and his beard unfhorn, His tatter’d ’coutrements about him hung; A tear of pleafure did his cheeks adorn, And bleffings fell in torrents from his tongue. “ Am I fovalter’d by this cruel trade, “/That you your faithful ‘Allen have forgot '.“ Or has your heart unto fame other ftray’d ?. “Ah! why did I eleape the murd’ring thot.” “When this hé fpake, her wented colour. fled, -: ‘She ran and funk upon her Allen’s breaft: All pale awhile, fhe look’d like one that’s dead; He kifs’d, the breath’d, and all her love confefs’d. “Yes, my delight, tho’ alter’d as thou art, ‘“* Reduc’d by honeft courage to this ftrait; “ Thou art the golden treafure of my heart, “* My long loft hufband, and my with’d for mate. O lovely Maid. CQ) LOVELY maid, beftow one fmile : On him who fighs for thee ; And you thall find him conftant prove, | When he returns from fea. ; : a Remembrance of a kind adieu, pi te ‘From you, my charming fair, Shall weather me through every ftorm, And keep me from defpair.. “And tho’ the waves around me foam, And death appears at hand ; The hope of feeing thee again, “Shall be to me as land. ‘And if I fhould be {par’d once more, My deftin’d port to make, I'll there felect whate’er is {carce, And keep: them: for. your fake. And when my bark is laiden deep, And fails loos’d to the*wind . i ‘Then homeward bound «my courfe Til fteer, You, only:you to-find. And if T find-you then. prove true, My conftant care thal] be © To live and love but only you, And bid-adieu to fea... SM. Coutye ‘BALLAD. ome — The Lady’s Fall, IVIARAE well my heavy-doleful tale, : You loyal lovers.all, And heedfully’ bear in your breaft, A. gallant lady’s fall. Long was fhe woo’d, e’er the was won, To lead a wedded life, But folly wrought her overthrow, _ Before fhe was.a wife. - , , eat *) “I * ~ 4 Convey me to fome fecret place f Paya 14 Lees Too foon alas! fhe gave confent And yielded to his will, Though he protefted to be true, And faithful to her ftill. She felt her body alter’d quite, Her bright hue waxed pale, Her lovely cheeks chang’d colour.white, Her firength began.to fail. ‘So thatowith many a forrowful -figh, This beauteous lady mild, With grieved heart, perceiv’d herfelf To have conceived with-child. She'kept it‘from her parent’s fight ‘As'clofe as clofe could be, dAnd fo put on her filken gown None might her fwelling fee. Unto: her lover feoretly’ Her grief fhe did-bewray, vs And.walking with him hand in hand, .. Thefe words to him did ‘fay: ee « Behold,” -queth fhe,“ a maid’s diftrefs, — ¥ kel love brought to thy bow, ehold I go with-child by thee, ag . 4 But none thereof-doth know. 16 The little babe fprings in my womb « To hear its father’s voice, Let it not be a bastard call’d, «« Since I made thee my choice: * Come,.come, my love, perform thy vow, “ And wed mevout of hand; O leave me not.in this extreme, “ In grief always to ftand. 6 ce se Think on thy former promifes, « Thy-oaths and vows each one; ® Remember with what bitter tears - & To me thou mad’ft'thy moan. « And marry we'with fpeed’; Or with thy rapier-end my life, « Ere further fhame proceed.” - -@ “ Alack! my deareft love,” -quoth he, «My greateft joy on.earth, Which way can I convey thee: hence, «“ Without a fudden death? Thy friends:are-all-of high degree, «“ And I of mean eftate ; Full hard it is.to get thee forth “ Out of thy father’s gate.” ° 4 n 6é 6 Dread not thy life'to fave thy fame, “ For if thou taken be, Myfelf will ftep between the {words, « And take the harm on,me: So fhall I *feape difhonor quite; « And if I fhould be flain, What could they fay, but that true love “ Had wrought adady’s bane. « ¢ ac And fear not any other harm; «“ Myfelf will fo advife, That I will ride away with thee * Unknown to mortal eyes: Difguifed like fome pretty page, «“ J’j] meet thee in the dark, And all alone I’ll come to thee, “ Hard’by thy father’s park.” And there,” quoth he, “ I'll meet my dear «“ If God fo lend me life, « On this day month without all fail « T will make thee my wife.” “Then with a fweet and loving kifs, They parted prefently, And at their parting, ’brinifh tears Stood in each others eye. ? t 4 as n 4 y - 'The mother with her new-born babe, | BALLADS ANCIENT AND MopERN, LEGENDARIES, ese, “At length the wifhed day was-come, On which this beauteous maid, With longing eyes, and flrange attire, For her true lover ftay’d : ae When any perfon, fhe efpy’d ‘Come riding o’er the plain,’ She hop’d it washer qwn true love: ‘But all her‘hopes were vain. Then did fhe weep.and fore’bewail’. . Her moft unhappy fate; m Then did-the fpeak thefe woefull words, - As fuccourlefs fhe fate : O falfe, forfworn, and faithlefs.man, Difloyalin thy love, . — « Haft thou forgot thy promife paft, « And wilt thou perjur'd prove? » ‘ . ¢ And haft thou now forfaken. me _ _ © In this my great diftrefs, «To end my days in open fhame, « Which thou might’ft well redrefs? Woe worth the time I e’er believ'd -« That flattering tongue of thine; Would God that I had never feen © “ The tears of thy falfe een.” n” ’ - ec &e “And thus with many forrowful fighs, Homewards fhe went again; No-reft came to her watery eyes, She felt fuch privy pain. In travail ftrong fhe fell that night, With many a bitter throw ; ; What woeful pangs fhe then did feel, Doth each good woman“know. She called.up her waiting maid, That lay at her bed’s feet, * Who, mufing'at her, mifixels’ woe,’ Began full faft to weep. - « And windows round about, | Let none bewray my wretched fiate, « But keep all perfons out.” t - O miftrefs call thy mother dear, «“ Of women you-have need, 9 -* | “ And of fome fkilful widwite's help, “ That better you may fpeed.” Call not my mother, for thy life, “ Nor fetth no wemen here, The midwife’s help comes all too late, “ My death I do not fear.” ¢ ” 46 ~ With that the babe fprang:from her womh, No creature being nigh, Fe And with one figh, which broke her heart, This gallant dame did die. The lovely little infant young, The motherbeing dead, Refign’d its new received breath Tovhim that hadit made. © Next morning came her own true love, Affrighted at the news, | And he for forrow flew himfelf, . .. Whom each one did aceufe. Were both laid in-one grave, Their parents overcame with woe, No joy henceforth could have. Take heed, ye dainty damfels all, Of flattering words beware, , And of the honour of your name Have an efpecial care. Too true, alas! this ftory is, As many one can tell. ia By others harms learn to be wife, _And you fhall do full well. “ Weep not,” faid'fhe, “ but fhut the doors, + ae. a ee a Fy Ty eat , a a ae , hue ' 4, é . . cg a % ! : 4 * i Af ie J " ¥ Ks ; j yi i Ao’ i he pee Per b> hy A f ¥ t x : ‘ : a ff ts é 4 : ee . ti 9 “o "i : 8 ‘S : : i . | One Pen | Ye Ty 5 Ay ge i 2 Soa af ee : , —~ a —— j — —————— gatG ai fo — Tie aay Mes eo Seo iol sig _ The'Plan of the Publisher is to, erhbody in oné Grand Foleo Volume, all the Songs, aticierit and-médérn, in’ the Englifh’ Language; ’) worth preferving—forming an Univerlal Magazine of Love, Sentimental; War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Politicfl] of Songss.as-welkas Old'Engtith, Inith cand Seoteh Ballads ‘Légendariés, &c. &c- Fo which will be added, @ Complete Indes, FTE London ‘Ladies. i. ONDOGON ladies walk the ftreets - £8 Im gaudy filks and fattias) “The country girl has no fuch-fweets, She.clacks along: in pattens ; 5 But what-care'l? my ruffer gown Will-bring me: lovers; plenty; - ae ‘Fyve-fun-enough,.tho’ out-of town, Me hice ' And notyet turn’d of twenty, “When at Chriftmas in the hall, The men and maids are‘ hopping, -If by chance T hear ’ém Bawl, : Amongit"em-qaick-T pop ine) 2° When,all the men, Jem, John, and Joe, Cry, “ what good luck has fent ye?” And kifs beneath the mMetoe, | The girl not turn’d of twenty. One winter’s-night, at blindman’s buff, Ht A game'that’s moft bewitching, — : : As Jack (aiid Jack was blind enough) — - Was poking round the’ kitchen, AB LAS -A {pat I gave hitn on the'back, Spe Says I,“ will that content you?” BY eS He {natch’d, and cateh’d me ah,” cries Jacke, “My girl not tuth'd-of twenty?" ooo of © Love, what:-the deuce. : ‘ LOVE, what the deucé-do you want in my pole a ate, ee ban Get out of my fight and my heart let alone® For had'I a fcore I fhould certainly lofe “em, ‘As that I poffefs is no longer. my, own,; What means all this thum ping, this flutt’ring.and 7 beating, ieee. *O good mafter Cupid pray be’ eafy now, - Al long: ev’ry-morn for the next village meeting, “Dho’ it adds to my pain, but. cannot.tell how... Sing lira la, lira ta,. lira:Ja;.lirala,-lira la, live la, lara la 14,.», bia on: af waistiiibosett _I can’t‘ for the life of. me make out the reafon, ‘Why love is the only. thing ne’er out of feafon. ‘Och! when on the green we were all of us dancing, Twas there I firft caught the effect-of het eyes, ‘Each moment fhe’d feize to be privately: glancing ‘Fond looks at a heartfhe had: caught: bydurprife ;| > ‘She fhot thro’ and thro” like a loud:clapof thunder, “My heart a large hole in my bofom didburn, And fledto her arms,then pray whereis the wonder, “That her own, the dear creature, fhould fend in re- turn? 4 1 Sing lira la, Se. *O Cupid, you’re furely of Irith extraétion, "Oh help your poor countryman now at.a pinch, ©, Tf you'll ftand my friend in the heat of the aGtion, 'May I ne’er fee Kilkenny againif F flitich ! Tm not one of thofe that are given té lying; TJ promife no.more than I’m able to-gitie, c iT hate ail your nonfenfé, your Enceling and'dying, Dut I'll fovecher as long as fhe chufes to live. oh, ) wal oj le sneSeagtlina-da, Fe As in the danced trip along, Like me no female {kipper, ; No game.can-ever’heappen wrotiy; ee Hot coctkles, hunt the flipper. 5s i i, Can ye, town ladies, tho’ fo fir,” And.coxcombs compliment ye, “For joy and {port swith me compare, The-gitl not tupn’d of twenty? « st eS Se ger her neers opeeennie enema - . Jamey come try me. . “y AMIE, cometty me, “ Jamie, come'try me ~ Jf thou would# win my love Jamie come*tty’ mé: If thou fouldhatt my Tove, Could-I deny thee ? d If thou wouldft win my love, Jamie,come try me, - - Ofcar’s Ghoft.. O ! fee that form that faintly gleams! __ -’ Tis Ofcar come to cheat my idreamsy—= ‘On wings of wind! he flies awayy" hf A flay, my lovely Ofcar, flay: « Wake, Offian!:laft of Fin gal’s line, — | And mix thy tears and fighs with mine; Awake the harp to doleful lays; SS Ce OTE SE EE SE And footh my toul with Ofcar's praife. 9. “Tf thou fiogla't Lie me, love, The fhell is ceas’d in Ofcar’s hall, oe Who-could efpy thee? Since gloomy Cairbar wrought his fall ; a If thou wilt/be my love, . j The roe on’ Morven lightly bounds, Jamie, come try mite “ee ee Nor hears the cry of Ofcar’s hounds. T ‘ial ae | aS NG COMES Co PUBLISJLED;at N°-10, BEDFORD-KOW, Dublin, ~~ CRILE CPOE tens oY Where! thecptezeding Wumbers ‘Can be hadi. Bu aT 5 ie ghana teNy FAT go oT yt SIRE @EARMS. 7. a x oT, Wiis Sra ge One Bottle more.» % » SSIST meye lads,who have hea ts void oF guile, s~oporn VV. -And-fitis the world withdoud-alarms, . Pleas’d to the field the foldier hies, While terror flafhes from his eyes; To fing in the praifes of old Tréeland’sifle, Where true hofpitality opens the door, And friendfhip detains us for one bottle more. One bottle ‘more, arrah, one bottle more, oe AAnd friendfhip.detains.us for.one bottle more. Old England, our taunts op our country, forbear ; With our bulls, and-Gur*brogues, we are“true and fincere, For if but one bottle remain’d in-our ftore, ‘We have generous hearts to give that bottle more, At Candy’s, in Greek-ftreet, I’ll fing.of-a fa. Of fix Lrifh blades who together had met : Four bottles a piece.made us call for.onr feore, And-nothing remained but'one bottle. more. ‘Our bill being paid,.we were loth.to depart, sl For friendfliip had-grappl’d-each-man by the-heart, Where the leaft touch you know makes an Irifhman roar, Pcs 0 bf Bae SCR ' . And the whack of fhilella brought fix-bottles-more. Slow Phoebus had*fhone ‘thro’ ‘our window »fo bright, pow bg ri i TIO D od b Quite happy:to view his ’beft children of light, So we parted, with hearts neither forry nor fore, Refolving next night to.drink twelve batttles' more. Second Thoughts are beft! Y | OUNG Colin was.as blithe a lad, ‘As ever trod the daify’d: plain, 9 _ Each blooming virgin’s heartywas glad)... W hene’er-he tun’d his fylvan ftrain + « Ah! when,” he cry d, ‘ will. Kate comply, « And make her lover truly bleft 7 or a: « You’ye promis’d long”—-O,-yes fays Ti sd ’Tis true—but fecond thoughts are beft. Now Lubin was afightly Iwain, Well form’d to win ajmaiden’s mind, ) | And all the laffes.of the plain, ..*. ee cea Did vie to make the fhepherd kind: But, vain of conqueft, female pride Looks. Irghtly on.the,prize poffelts 5... So, when he woo’d, I ftill reply dy. fate via No, Lubin, fecond thoughts are belt. 3, * J found my vain coquetifh art ae Eclips’d the hope of future joys. a rl For, O! it ftung me to the hearts tte... To fee him with my rivals toy: vagy I therefore, blufhing, fmil’d contents. i a. And yielding.to,his fond requeft, Ms ‘Well pleas’d, to church with Lubin went, —Convine’d that—fecond thoughts are beft. Donald, the-young Highland Lad. { KEN that Will’s a bonny youth, And often drives the laffies mad; But canna woo with muckle:truth, Like Donald, the young Highland fade i. Then Donald is a foldier too, And jooks fae braw in tartan ‘plaid’s° O ne’er a laddy e’er can woo,” | Like Donald, the young Highland lad. And e’er wi fic a lover part, T’ll gang to war—lik Donald clad, And kill the man that aims a*dart, ~~ At Donald, the young Highland lad. : -J-dinna-care what fowks may fay, T’ll hafte to kirk wi’ fpirit glad, Then o’er the grafly mountains ftray; Wi’ Donald, the young Highland lad. ¥ ae & Then glory Hog\each mifid €mpléy, ~° ) | %, % For glory is the foldier’s joy NE | ; ary I _ na =~ 2 a A Fou ey , ie ae » i) iv OF MELODY...» -> ia * ‘ th o The Soldier’s Joy. HEN dread Bellona founds to arms, ~The foes in glittering ranks appear, The trumpets found, the battle’s near; a i ee ee But let the rage of battle ceafe, . © And the fhrill trumpet found for peace ; Then tir’d, beneath the fpreading fhade The folditr andthis arms are laid ; No foe finds-plate-within his mind, To all alike he now is kind; He-is a-triend-where None anNOYy pee oe io” For friendfhip is a foldier’s joy. |» “1... When. crown’d with Jaurels home; he comes, ———The trumpet mute, ard mute the drums: When virgins touch the trembling lyre, And fongs of tendernefs infpire; ’ 9 i) When V.enus,leads, er blooming tzalassy 4 7 ye And love and beauty grace the plain, -,,, Fe i) No thoughts offwar.lis mind.employs... 9.5. .9 For beautyrisjafoldier’s Joy.) 1 voi | bel co ~ When Bacchiis'erowns the rofy Bowlpog fap 12h And nfirth makes ‘happy. every {oul {le cans al The fportive tale, the fong, the jeft, .car20 Alternate vibrate i his breaft; 1" Ti fhasibaeg He joins with Bacchts, Momus too,” THs Rag: The bow] or’béttle to’purfuey CT nt eee. , What can his happinefs deftroy,” . Since drinking is the foldier’s joy?: ©) 37 os ataat yA Pig wleey ae tO StELads 704 UO TS LN! Yigdaeds @ Svel \ See a Cee: of Lovers. Veen ithe mena coutting,came, VV | Platt’ring with their prittleprattle, Of: their fool’ties Limade gameyno | pt 2 40 ro0h sdi wo wd had Pleafing’of me, Offers peli ie eae AREERTA elf 2) clenit 91 bor Came cooing; wooing, and bowing to me. — ot DR SPO TRS Searsteertr bk The divine, with looks demure: 3. Talk’d of tythes and eating plenty 3. Shewd the.profits OF HIS CUTE she fo coy eae af aa .. And:vow’d to treat. me with each, dainty. _ | . ty oc) ca prayt 1QQINg FO me, c pho) P2509 Si al @ The learned ferjeant of the law, _ Shew’d his parchments, briefs, and papers; In his deeds, I found a flaw, : So difmiis’d himan the vapours. =» (eae Cooing to me, Ge ii ek -B. Ji mot} ry ie Phyfic now difplays his oyeakth; its iat) NS With his nofiryms—but the fact 183 aed eons I refolved to keep my health) .)0) 18 Nor die a mariyr,to his practice. & 5 4 Ped Cooing to me, © “But at lafta fwain bowtdilow, ., Se ee i 4 q adt s4gy f Candid, handfonte, tall and,cleve a > Ty. fjaot te ~ Squeez’d my hand—lI can’t tell how, ‘But he won-my heart for evers 9 aj -Cooing tome, oly 21am ‘Wooing to me, oot sil Teasing Of me,» 7 ‘9 32 947 cee soy Pleafing of me, ; _ Offering pelf, NC Teee | é ¥ Si oT \ Bach filly-elfs: 3° -' Jefent all-other wooers from mee ee. 4 * Chevy Chafe,” in ve | The fine heroic fong of Chevy Chafe has.ever been ad* mired by competent gudges. Thofe genuine rokes of nature and arile/s paffion, which have endeared. it to the moft fimple readers, have recommended it,to the moft refined; and it. has equally | been the amufe-_ ‘ment of our childhood, and the Boe tee Of 9% our riper yearss | Sige profper long our noble king, Our lives and fateties all; , A woeful hunting once there did” 2 “In’Chevy Chafe befaky iis om biuow » To drive the deer with hound and = Earl Percy took:his way 5. Shereh it 20 The child may rue that is unborn . |) - Pit te The hunting of that daye 0 204 Divo» weed The ftout: earl of. Northumbétdand.- A vow to God did make, ae His pleafure in the Scottith abba Three fummers days to take ; ZI 4 So The chiefeft harts in Chevy. Chate To kill and bear‘away , Thefe tidings to earl Douglas ¢: came, In Scotland, where he Tay; Who fent earl ‘Percy prefent ee a He would prevent hisfport': 9» 1A9y ‘The Englifh earl, not fearing. ots RS, Did tothe woods'refort, "Our 1083 4: With fifteen hundred bow men bold ; All chofen men.of might, ij Who knew fall well.in.time,of need, To aim their fhatts aright. "The gallant grey- hounds fwiftly ae : To chafe the fallow deer 3: On Monday they began-to hunt, When day-light did appear.. And long before high-noon they had” . An hundred fat: bucks flain : “Then having din’d, the drovers went’ ‘To rouze them up again. “The bowmen mufter’d on the hills, ane - Well able-to endure ; wt ‘Their back-fides all with fpecial ‘care, _. That day. were guarded ‘fure.” ‘The hounds ran {wiftly through the woods, .. The nimble deer to take, — And withwheir cries the hills and dales An echo fhrill did make id ‘Lord Percy to the quarty went,’ To view the flaughter’d deer: ‘Quoth he, earl Douglas promifed - This day to meet me here, . But if 1 thought he would not come, No longer would I ‘flay; \¢* Pie that a brave.young gentleman - Thus to the earl did fay: “Lo! yonder dothiearl Douglas come “ His men in armour bright, « Full ewenty hundred Scottifh fpears, « All marching ii" ourfight. >. gt Ty Dos. All men of pleafant Tividale, ‘us : _ « Faft by the river Tweed.” | “* Then ceafe your fport,” earl Bercy i, «« And takeiyour-bows with {peed : od w & wt “ And now with, me, my countrymen,” ~~ . * Your cotirage forth advance ; ; For never was there champion yet | “Tn Scotland or in France, 4 SP dek ag BALLADS ancient Any MovEaN, LEGENDARIES, €¢, * Until their blood, like drops of rain, | “That ever did on horfeback come, “¢ But if my hap it were, ‘ T durft encounter man fos man, “ With him to break a fpear. re ve Earl Douglas on a milk-white se th Mott like a baron bold, | Rode foremoit of the company, Whofe armour fhone like gold. “ Show me,” .faid he, ** whofe.men you-be, | “"Lhat hunt fo boldly -here, « That, without my confentdo shale, . ‘And kill my fallow deer.” The.man that firft did anfwer make, Was noble Percy, he; , ¥ Who faid, “ we dift not to declare, “ Nor fhew whofe men we, be.; “Vet we will {pend our deareft blood, “« The chiefeit harts to faye mcithek Then Douglas {wore a folemn: oath, Pas oul And thus in rage did fay: ° iW OH 6 a E’er thus I will out-braved be, “ One of us twoofhall die : “I know thee well, an a nee art, . “ Lord Piercy, fo am 1.” c¢ But truftme, Piercy, pity twere, ““ And great offence to kill _. Any of thefe, our harmlefs men, ““ Kor they have done no ill; a a “ Tet thou and I the battle fp ; ‘& And fet our men afide ;”’ “¢ Accurit be hie,” lord: Perey faid9 3g. - te é “ By whom it is denied.” Then ftept a gallant {quire forth, Whitherington was his name, Who faid, I would not have it told ~ To Henry our‘king, for fhame; “«“ That ¢’er my captain fought on foot, «© And I ftood looking on: «You be two earls,” faid ere “ And Ia {quire alone: 19 T’]l do the beft that do Lmay, « While I have ftrength to ftand ; “« While I have pow’r.to wield my fword . “ T’llefight with heart and hand.”’., Our Englith archers bent their bows, Their hearts were good and true ; ‘At the firft flight of arrows fent, . Full three-fcore Scots they Ilew. To drive the deer-with hound and horn Earl Douglas had the bent; 6 9 A captain mov’d with mickle pride, The fpears:to fhivers‘ ‘Tent. They clos’d full faft-on-ev'ry fide, No flacknefs there was found, And many a gallant gentleman Lay gafping on the ground, ‘O, Chrift! it was great grief to fee, And likewife for to hear, The cries of men lying in their gore, And featter’d here and there. Pine» At laft thefe two flout earls did meet, Soe dhe Like captains df-great might; Like lions :mov’d, they laid-on load,’ And made a cruel fight. They fought until they ‘both did fweat, With i ords of temper’d fteel, », ane trickling down, did feel. =. | 2 ' a . 3 ' 152, BALLADS ANCIENT anv MopERN, LEGENDARIES, eo, 1 —— & Yield thee, lord Perey,” Douglas faid, In faith I will thee bring, “« Where thou fhalt high advanced be, “ By James our Scottish king. « Thy ranfom [yall Seah bi give, « And thus report of thee; © -« Thou art the moft eourageous knights «“ That ever I did fee.” “ No, Douglas,” :quoth earl Perey then, «“ Thy proffer I do feorn’s « I will not yield-to any'Seot « That ever yet was born.” With that, there came-an arrow keen — ‘Out of an Englifh bow, Which ftruck earl Douglas to the heart A.deep:and.deadly: blow. y “Who never ihoxe more words than theta, % Fight on, my merry.men alls “ For why, my life is at an anid; “ Lord Percy fees. me fall.” Then leaving Life, eark Percy took The dead-man by.the hand, ‘And faid, “ earl Douglas, for “ life: Would. had lofty. ; land, _ « O Chrift! -my very heare‘doth bled | « With forrowferthy fake ; ‘ i} 4 oes CHARMS SIREN MEDLEY. —$ $+ “The Plan of the Publifher is to rare in one Grand’ ad Folio valune, “ail the Songs, »ancient and modern, in, the Englith Language, “worth prefetving—forming: an Univerfal’Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Huntisg, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political BODES: as well.as Old Enghifh, Irith, anw Scotch’ Ballads, Legendaries, ‘Bc. Bec. The Knife: ender NIVES, penknives to grind, my good mater; Sweet miftreffes, {ciffors to grind; ‘See, fafier, arid fafter, aid fafter, “Whurr, whurr, fpins’ the wheel ; Fitz, fitz, fparkles the fteel ; And I fet them to your mind. a “Maids, pretty. maids, come to the brace Say, who:to.the girls. can be kinder—— ‘i han‘he, who can grind, and can fing? ? “Your carving,. andimincing,. and eee: knives Ohare f. 22 t ae ‘Seep esr. ‘Come, ide car lee My areheis for chipping; : J fet. tailors’ thears for nice {nipping ; ‘ ‘Likewife, fhoemakers heels, cutlers:knives, r As fharp and as keen.as the tengnes of their wives. siseey Jiper ag Pretty Poll Bete honeft bee VV PES whiftling windsate heard to: blow, i ‘In tempefts.o’ er the earth, “The feaman’s oft dafh’d to and fro, “Vet chearly aakes:hissbiruly y fri} sAnd as he fearletssmounts the dhirouds : : -Awhile the véffel: {wings ; rue mth "Tho’ fkies are mantled-o’er with clouds; ‘The gallant failor fings ; “Tis pretty Poll and honeft Jack, * i My girland friend-on-fhore, 8 9 © OW kh: bail meat returmng back, So let. the: billows rear: 222" Now bending o’et the rocking yard, - While feas'in mountains TES He takes a Ipeil, ‘however hard, . _ And ‘danger e’er defies: tise hs x! “The ftorm- once o’er, the gallant tabs 5, Lets fancyfreely roam, And though from‘many a a friend. afar, | : hus fings of friends at home: oer ay be is brett Poll, tee On burning eee a or’ frozen feas, tp ' Alike in each extreme, PADRE 69 “The gallant {ailor’s e’erat eafe, And floats with fortune’s fireams ‘Lo love andfriendfhip ever true, ‘He fteers life’s courfe along; rAnd wherefoever failing to, ‘Fond hope elates his tong. ie as pray: RP Pett; ish oe Swift the buck with vigour! bounding ne To which will be.added,.a. ee Index. Pray ee : (4, We é'Séldiers Drink. Sem E. foldiers drink, we foldiers' fing, We fight our foes: we love our Pe Are eyer: britk and jolly; We know nocare-in peace-or war, We afk no wealth but fame.and health, A knapiack and a Dolly. When mirth invites, we feldom think, “When honor calls, we never fhrink, — -But {corning melancholy,. Alert and gay, we march away, ie ees To foreign parts; with cheerful hearts—= a A knapfack and a° Dolly. ‘If doom’d-to:fail, the good: ad brave. Will dew with tears the foldier’ $ graves .- Thus fadnefs is a folly 5 . ; His dauntlefs fword, fame. will Scar: eh aN ‘His comrade dear, will prize and cheer, . ere a His knapfack and, his. ‘Dolly. Then come, my noble HL hie bine ‘With fprightly. fife, and echoing drumy suc With minds elate and jolly, og Ts Let’s take the field, nor-ever yield ‘To fortune’s frowns, tidh eanquett crowns, | Lede Our knapfack. and our, Dolly, eit ‘Hark! the’ hollow w oods."” He ARK ! the hollow. wands ‘refounding, Echo to the: bugle? ‘hom; phork iy ‘Leaps the. brake. and: cleats Loe thorn.” LAY ‘Ev'ry art he now is trying, ' aif a i big Sok Shaf ts await his eager, flight, in High he leaps, the hounds, full, ‘csying, ‘Now he’s vanithed: trem jour, ghee 4 sd dex ‘Hark, theleafy:woods: refounding, 7 ’ rq eed Echo: to the bugle hornjyebo) 98) smo Sia A £ “Swift the buck with vigour hoeading 2? (OD DOE ‘Leaps the brake and clears. the a ie god Gk ‘Fwanging: bows.with death poring, ae | | See, he rears, he. turns: his head, | ive wkd % eS Bays the dogs, but nought’from iain son ot TL Nought.can fave, he Jalls, he’s dead. ea ‘Sound the) horny huge in choras, We are- “Free from car epmy Moye, ton) (2hW a ‘Rural pleafures lie'beforessj20 (oF Yayo A Health gives length and firens 2 ch to a joy? ‘uae a at area et gee re ae oe? , Where the preceding Numbers:can be had. e. eee. N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, ‘Dublin, | | es. ““R-New Cidiaagnteed ep ARK, hark to the found of. the diveet Winding horn, ven anol _ It invites to the chace, and aw aieis he) morn ; Hark, hark, ec. Dints leads forward o’er mountain and plain, \ While Echo enraptur’d, repeats 1 the blithe firain. - Diana. leads Sorward, Se. Ks while Bacchus deprives-us: “of bea¥on-aacl Avéelth, The {ports of the field give both pleafure and health; - Such annocent paflimes endure us all joys, + Where no hafenefs difturbs, no malice deftroys. “Poor Nan of Wapping. ANS ye thoughtlefs, young and gay, . Nor-fcorn my tale of forrow ; The woes which. others feel to-day, » .May be your own to-motrow: ' Then {pare the famewof her I name, - Seduc’d by falfe perfuafion ; MN _ Perhaps you might have done-the fame, Had you the fame temptation. : Poor Nan of ‘Wapping long was fain’d For {weetnefs and’for beauty ; jer parents love-fhe juftly, claim’ ‘d, -Her foul was fraught with others } Her gentle mind to fraud was blind, By eafy faith excited ; ‘ She thought to find in. all mankind The heart and. tongue united. Twas hardther-unfpfpe¢ting heart, ee prey to guile fhould leave her; - But ev'ry fraud and fpecious art - ‘Were prattis’d to.deceive her: . . ; YWith folemn oaths a perjur’ ‘youth, ‘To his embraces won her ; . And judging by her own, his truth, She loft her peace and honor. ‘For fome thant petiodthe: enjoy'd All luxury couldirendes? 92° > No fingle check to curb her pride, She fhone-in guilty: fplendor : are : Surrounded by 'the-vain' aid/gay,? 9" .Noferious-friend appearing, - ‘*Till confcience came inidread-array},,. “And ‘claim’ d an awful hearing! ! -*Twas then’ the helplefs: fair bewail’d: <1! >The breach of, moral. duties; 0... 20: ‘ She-daw: hey dover'ssheart affail’dy): << By more fuccefsful beauties : . At length appal’d, he fpoke:her fate, And inftant claimn’d dubmiffion ; "Then left poo’ Nan -to-mourn, too: late, Her haplefs loft condition, Wie “Thus Pas whofe-faithlefs-heart) From virtue-had- fedug’d.her ; / And who, to crown the bein! s part, To begg’ry now ‘reduc’d her. ’ Her former friends their aid deny’d, To footh het-boforn’s throbbing’; ’ E’en pity view’d with tearlefs eye, ‘The woes of Nan of Wapping: + Her parents next fhe fought for aid, But thev had.long departed; For with their child their comforts fled— They dy’d, both broken-hearted : ’ Tranfix’d the.ftood, bewail’d. her birth, Her feeble-arms extended ; ‘ She heav’d 4 figh, then Petes to th’ earth, Where ailher woes were ended. (CREEPER 5 mde i Diandjeads forward, Go. Wit “a 2OF MELODY. 7 " % 4 ' id Prre rian + Hthe-Faighful Td pee fails unfurl’d, the thi “Her courfe to flcer-—al Propitious ev'ry gale ; unmoor’d, ands on board, ‘(Fair Betfey on the beach deplores *Her failor bound to difiant fhores, ° : : Bute pyr her ‘Cir"k ¥ a, oe Jo! cruel adel pojuitmss bokEA: EMS «Why thus bereft of him Tlove! | «“ Who on the reitlefs deep, “ The boift’rous tide muft ceafelefs brave, ' « And meet, perchance, awat’ry graye, ~ * Wihilft I but-live to weep. ~ /Ewelve-months elaps'd, when-he-return’d, |, oder conftant heart, with rapture. burn’d, *T.was freed from eviry.care: ; ‘And Henry’s-love,- his heart, bis foul, Legis’ “In Rates blifs ‘they afte. delight, Were true, as needle to the,pale, per - When ‘abfent from itis fair ae ote ae No winds difturb, nor r forms affripht, . ‘The lovely. Betfey’ s breaft. ne For now heanakes:a firm decree, Pee ’ ‘No more to truft the 1 ragingyfea— , ..) |b. With we eee blett. r Gana ast * No ‘nymph that trips the verdant plain, | With Sally can compare ; She awins the hearts of all the fwains, oe “And rivals all Rae array \O° o ene” one The beams of: ‘Sol'delight and chee, ’ OF a While fummerfeafons'roll ; DHS TIRES S } But Sally’ 3" fmiles. can, all the ys Give pleafure-t to io foul. - bits teiimennorsatey i ‘When from he! Fatt; hal morning ray Tlusmes:the world: hades eailitidie: VOTE ’ Her pretence bids the god of day, With emulation glow : “Fréth beauties deck. the atic bab froutiy! ‘And birds fweetinotes prepare slice 6 ‘The playful lambkins fleip: ae. $4.9 { war | And hail! their fitter fax. ‘4 hie 18 ai SRL : i The lark but ftrains; Bis: Liquid throat, To bid the. anaid rejoice, te And mimicks, while he fw veils his: ote, if The fweetnefs-ofsher voice’, |. 19! 0% ~The fanning zephyrs round: her play, fh ‘No:more fhall Slicers lafs. or, Swain : 2 + “Nor ever May- morn on.the plain. ue ‘ie And ev’ry flow’ret’ feems to. fay,” ve “While Flora theds perfume, Lay & $ 2H5t ate I bad for Sally’s' ‘bloom, Aula ke cite: , on ifs The am’rous youths: her charms. proclaim, i aT -Frommorn to eve theif tale; ”’ ee ee tou Her. beauty and ‘unfpotted fame, acter ax \ Make vocal evry vales “°°? 6 a" ‘The ftream-meandring thro’ the’ mead, Her écho'd name: canreyssio alisos palatud oO And ev’ry voice, and evry reed, doe5 * >i § Is tun’d to Sallys 8 praiies a 10K ‘an obe To. mirthful wake refort, ‘Advance in-rural f{port; - * Segue ' No wore fhall gufh the purling rill, Nor flocks look fnow-like on the hill, a Nor mufic wake the grove, ~ When I forget to love. | | | 5 1 ‘Tom Clueline. SHE wind was hit i'd; thé“Heecy wave, Searcely: the weffel’s fides ‘could-lave, _ When in'the inizen-top, his‘ftand, Tom Clueline taking, {piéd'the land’: “Oh! what reward for all his toil ! 4 Once moreihe views his native foils > ‘Once more he thanks indulgent Bee alg - That brings him toshis.bonny Kate. alate, _ Boft as the fighs of: zephyr flow, ., “Tender and plaintive ‘asther woe, “Serene was'the attentive eve, on : “That heard T oth’s bonny ‘Kitty grieve Bri “Oh! what avdile” cried “the "my pain,” | of He’s {wallow'din the greedy mains . “Ah! never thall I welcome home, . > ~® With tender. joysrmy honeft Tom;”” , ; Now high uponithe faithful'firoud) -- "The land awhile that feem’d a cloud, . ‘While ‘objedts from the mitt carife, ) A feat prefents' Tom’s longing eyes : A ribbon nearvhis heart which lay, / Now fee. him on his:hat dtiplay ” ‘The given fign, to dhew ‘that fate Had brought him:to his bonny Kate. Near to a cliff whofeheights command A profpe®t of the thelly ftrand): _) While Kitty fate and fortun¢ blamed, | | ‘Sudden-with rapture the exclaimed— _“ Butfee; Oh) heaven; a fhip'in-view, | “* My Tom appears amongsthe:ctew; : * The pledge he fwore to:bring fafe home, ~*« Streams on his hat—/tis,ho neftTom.’’ | * What now remains were eafy''told) ’: Tom comes—his. pockets lin’d ‘with’ gold + » Now vich enowgh no more té'rodm, i | To ferve his king—he ftays at home: ay Recounts each:toil, and thewseachfear, — WhileKitty and her conftant tar» _ With rev’rence teach, to’ blefs‘their fates, “Young honeft Toms ard bonny Kates. | ORL OG nh ge Hae a yey BS “New: Friend:and Pitcher. A fortune’s arms the rich are poor, . Uneafy, ftriving fille hitch her;-..) . 5.1 “Give me but health, J afk no, more, Y 9g { ‘With my tweet girl, my friend, and pitcher... “A friend fo rate—a girl'fo fair, | Withduch, what.mortal oaa be richer ? Give me but thefe, a fig for <2 RE Ne a With my {weet girl, my friend and pitcher. Let fortune’s infeéts:fly my! door, > 92d And in her-fun-fhine fportive niteh her; ° _ May thofe be rich who think me poor, With my {weer girl, a friend and pitcher.*'* erie: A friend fo rare, Se. “The Heart which Love has wounded, © “THE heart which love has wounded, ) 4 By fear and death confounded, One only thought alarms; ; és! * It mocks the raging-.ocean, is ‘The ftormy wind’s commotion, + Or din-of shoftile arms. It’s wonted cares are banifh’d, . Tt's early terrors vanif’d, It pants with fear unknown; Throbs with too fierce pulfatios, To warm the dull vibration, ‘That trembles with its own. ° 0 SISHE CHARMS .OF, MELODY. t eR “For what, alas! have ‘gricts liké mine, 9066-77 “aLet hearts at cafe fuch ‘pleafitre’s proves ee - Behold around my ftrageling fheep, or OR -tendernefs fathion’d in life’s early day, ee A parent’s foft dorrowstowmine led the,wayy “y ET others praife the lofty mai | Whofe lips, untaught in falfehood’s wiles, f Love and Defpair. “KT O- more the feltive train T'll join, Adieu, ye rural {ports, adieu ! With paftittes or delights rode? But I am all defpairand ‘love. Ah, well-aiday ! how chine'd aumrEt | -When late I feiz’d' the rural eed, | “So foft my ftrains, theherdsthardsby-? bo “Stood gazing, and forgot to feed: — . But now my ftrains no longéermove; >! ‘They’re difcord all, defpair and loves The faireft.once upon'the lea; ge - No {wain to guide; no dog to keep,.... - Unthorn they ftray, nor mark’d by mes The fhepherds-mourn to fee thém-rove, s'Dhey afk the caufe, I anfwer-love. * Neglected love firft taught hy eyes ’ With tears of anguith to o’érflow 3” “!Tis that which fill’d my brealt with figs, /!° And tun’d my pipe to notes of woe: | ~ Love has occafion’d all my Tiare,’ Difpers’d my flock, and broke my heart. tp saree \ The leffon of pity was-caught from:her,eye, .. ‘And ¢’er-werds were my-own, I dpoke in a figh. | ‘The nightingale plundér'd the mate-widow’d doves The warbled complaint: of the fuffering grove, To youth asit ripen’d gave fentiment néw, ‘The objeft fill changing, the fympathy true. eee har aw eas aw Soft embers of paffiomftill reft'ina glowosis/ A warmth of more pain may this breaftinever' know! » Or, if tooindulgent the bleffing I claim, « Letthe {park drop from reafon' that wakensthe flame Pek oh 4 pak eee enter neem his The Shep a 1 ortecint sO herd’s With’: qd, a 4 Lr r Or paint the'titled fair ; «Give.me, ye gods! the rural lafs, Who tends her fleecy care ; “Whofte auburn treffes fweetly flow! Around her lovely iwaift 5. “Whofe cheeks, like blufhing rofe-buds glow, iO In fome lone defart plac’ds Ae —Difdain not-to impart,” ea vi With artlefs modefty and truth, The language of the heart” Whofe native plains herswithes bound; Whofe flock-is all-her ftore: x Give me, ye gods!:a nymph like this— , My foul. defires no more: ‘How fweet to Love. “ TOW fweet atorment’tistolovet , And‘ah ! ‘how pleafént is the pain! . | oI wouldnot, if I could, remove, etal ' And:new put off the am’tous chain. Tho’ Chloris’. eyes do.give me laws, And me-of liberty beguile, ' I, like a martyr; love my caufe, ee _ And.on my fair tormentor fmile! » ial, v ~~ ae 5426 «BALLADS andtent akv'MovkRy LEGENDARIES, &e. . 2 The Fairies welt ‘PAREWELL ete and fairies! _ Good houfewives now, may fay ; ‘For now foul fluts.i in dairies, , Do fare'as well asthey: “And though they fweep their hearths no lefe Than maids were went to do, Yet who of late for cleanlinefs’ Finds fix-pence in her fhoe a ‘Lament, lament old abbies, : : The fairies laft command; sioahtb.ar’y ‘They did: but change priefts babies, But fome have chang’d your land : “And all your children ‘ftol’n from thence, ws Are now grown Puritans, f ‘Who live as changlings ever uate For loveof your domains. ° At morning and at evening both, | You merry were and glad, So little.care of fleep and floth, Thefe pretty ladies had. ‘When Tom came home from labour, Or Cifs to milking’ *rofe,. ‘Then merrily went their tabour, “And nimbly went. erin toes. “Witnefs thofe tings na Bese Of theirs, which: yet remain ; Wre-footed in queen ‘Mary’s days — On many a graffy plain. But fince Of date(Elizabethi: And later. James came in, They 1 never dané’d on any heath, AS When the dime hath bin. ‘By which ¥ note the fies ‘ Were-of.tlie old proféffion: dine tteB Thetr foags. were Ave-Marizs, Their dances, were proceffion: Bus how; -alest;they all are dead, Or gone beyond the feas, Or further for religion fled, Or elfe they take. shitineesi? > , A tell-tale in uae company. They -never .coukd eres And whofo kept not fecretly Their mirth, was punifh’d fure: It was a juft and*chtiftian deed To pinch fuch black and»blue: -O how, the common-wealth doth need Such juflices, as yout “Now they have left our quarters ; A regifter they have, ‘Who can preferve their charters ; A man both wife and grave. An hundred of their: merry pranks By one that ],could'name * Are kept it “tore, con twenty thanks tLe Wi illiam for the fame {To William Ghurne,of Staffordthire Give laud and praifes due, = “Who every meal can ménd -your.cheer ‘With tales both old. and.true: | To William all give audiencey = ) ° 5... And pray you for hisnoddie: * Forsgll the fairies evidence : Were loft, if it were addle. : ~ “Many a brave and noble captain ‘Clofe behinds A, yenegado -« Seven years Iwas thy captive, _ Gentle Riyer. ....,, » @RANSLATED FROM THE eranisi Ig Oyu aoc 3 “BY DR: PERCY, somes baie > Sua! ENTLE river, gentle river, - Lo, thy ftreams are Raina with: gore, ‘Floats along thy willow’d thor¢™ g aes B® ey 7) @& - se” All befide thy limpid waters, | i et All befide thy fands fo wasie “Moorifh chiefs.and chriftian ‘warriors ; se : _Join’d in fierce and mortal fight... ‘Lords and dukes and noble princes. On thy fatal’ banks were flain: Fatal banks, that gave to flaughter: All-the pride and’ flower. of eae There the hero, ace Alonzo » a full of wounds and glory dy ds; There the fearles Urdiales ‘Fell a viGim by his fide. aes ‘Lo! where yonder’ Don’ ‘Saavedra Thro’ the fyuadrens flow * retires ght ‘Proud Seville, his native city,” | | Proud renee shis: worth. admires. » : \ “Loudly:fhouts with taunting cry ; a Yield thee, yield thee, Don Saavedra, _ “. Doett thou. from the battle fly oan «Well I know’ thee} haughty ew « Long I liv’d, haneath thy 3 roof 5 inf I « Oft I’ve in, the lifts of glory... diniinie tay) ~« Seen thee win, the prize, of, oe fate Ae - ““Well'T know ihy aged parents, f rive BE « Well thy” blooming | bride” I know, Oe 233 Tm’ f St i « Seven years: “of. pain and woe. BAR,» Be “ May our prophet: grant my wifhes, « Haughty chief, thou fhalt be’ mine: « Thou fhaitidriok thatscup of forrom y! “Which I drank wheal was thing. ea Like a lioncturns the: watrior, 97"! curoal Back he fends an‘angry elare of ud’ ain 97% W hizeingseame the Mooriftijaveliny | ; ay Vainly whizzing thro’ (he. airs ah hee 13 Back the hero Fall-of fury’ ® 204 oe 1 Sent a,deep and mortal aban Ynftant-funk the’Renegado, OWE “i Asi VY Mute.and lifcleds.on the ground, 2 sis? Vith a thowfand® Moors bce Mae Saayedra ftands at OO Ry taka! a ne “4 Wearied out, but never ‘daunted, Seo ne Cold.at Jength the warrior lay. Neat him fighting great ‘Alonzo, o 4 Stout refifis the Paynim bards; { °'89-* 99 - From his flaughter’d fteed difmounted, 4 or ‘Firm intrench’d behind him itands. . uA Furious préfs the hoftile fquadron, ~ Furious he repels their rage, 4 wee -Lofs of blood at length infeébles : San ; Who can-war with thoufands wage: 0 Where yon rock the'plain @ ‘erthadows,. Clofe beneath it’s foot retir’d, Fainting funk the bleeding hoe ies ode ‘And without.a groan expi'd. 2 a worth preferving—formin Songs; as-well as Old Enghth, Trith, and Scotch Ballads, Legendari¢s, 8rc, &c, ¢ “ The Plan of the Publifher isto embod : Brown Befs. Lay One Penny, SLREN ME DLE y- ste embody in one‘Grand Pélio Volune, all the Song’, ducient and mioderh, inthe Englith Language, g an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, Wat, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Mamourous, Sea, and ‘Political —Te which will be added, a: complete ‘Index: You Shan’t, Sir, TT HEN farewell thofe days of glory, JONNY met nié other day, | At my grief you well may guefs-; Blithe young foldier Johnny 3 Oft have I declar’d my fféry, “ Whither going,” he did fay, How I lov’d my poor Brown Béfs. «Pretty lafs, fo bonny ? | ‘Thirty-eight long. yéars in’ clover, i Teas ined ee us A ‘me My fond arms ‘fhe us’d to blefs; segs Nace te ae can: t,{dit, Z | ¥ then,” fays he, “ with you I“ll-walkacs ‘Ten long years and more are over, BERR ES Toe Dante Race Since I’ve hugg’d my poor Brown Beds. Oy Bays 1," you than't, fir. Her fkin, tho’ not f Foft' anid’ faiy, as Joheny dropp'd his hand with fpeed, ame e Sa astat Canc ceases nd‘he kiis’d me fweetly ; Some nice damed; emuft confefs, Wea! He enily a ease _ Yet as much good time and‘catl, tas’ Ch eu aR ei Been employ’d onpoéor Brown Beis. Sei ha cide cee as, By ee) Techie) ay 3 UW 00, —= Faithful fill 'to ev'ry duty, “Nos fays I, « I can’t, fir,” | For parade whene’er I’d drefs, “ Then,” fays he, I'l] gang with you" — -Neat-and clean, a polith’d beauty; ““ No,” ‘fays I, you than’t, fir,” | Ever came my poor Dia Hels « Cowie, thy deay, be Riad £38 ie But, alas! thofe times‘ave'paft, now “ Soothe a lover’s forrow ; Age and wounds:my frame poffefs; “ And.to-church repair with me, Death I find approaching faft now, _ “© Bonny lafs; to-niorréw + |. So farewell; my poor Brown ‘Befs. “* Say you will, and ae my Woe — ine | “ No,” days I, “ Tean’t, fir.” - i) ’ ; ’ 9 9 Dit lin ut _ In one requeft, ah! don’t oppofe me, “Then,” fays he, @ to war Tl gov" Ere the turf my'corps fhall prefs; 4 MBH fas Fw phi awe fee Ere the coffin quite enclofe me, _. a FAYS ty | YOU shan. t, fir. By my fide, place poor Brown Bets. pi , gall , Within this Breaft. The Séaman’s Home. W oral che venga vena toate —-Y YOU, whofe lives on land dre pafs’d, His lips, bur rvore his telltale eyes, We And keep from dang’rous {eas aloof; His inmoft foul betray’d's ; | Who carelefs liften to the blatt, How could I thun the pleating pain, ___ Or beating rains upon the roof’: Whenall my doubts wéte flown? You little heed how feamen:fare== Befides, my bluthes told’the fwain,. ’ | Condemn’d the angry ftormi to bear.’ My heart was not my-own. | Sometimes, while breakexs vex, the tide, : Lawl 5 an ae ope COR: | The Recruiting Party. And now la o'er the’ veffel’s fide, - eee ee sis Cee eM ve ae He clears away the’ cumb’ring wreck: ;, Vi phy tpinalstlounds of an are fife. Yet, while the billows o’er him foam, ‘AS davon talib teat as Phe ocean is his only’ home. ‘ a Make girls admire,and bumpkine flare. ‘Still frether blows the -midnisht gale, ; Hacer at : : | ** All hands, reef top-fails,”” —are-the-cries;: With butspets fully So ” oo ere, m rr ee Tee “ Or elfe produce the well-tiin’d’ crown ; And, while the clouds the Heav’ns conceal, Saar s iil Arar. .tlve £43: ihe Alike And lifting firft the flurdy elves, re ony? ee TPR SAT Rees _ We gain their fweet-hearts for ourfelves. In ftorms fo rending, doom’d to roam, ea ees AER ty 139) Sra de ‘The ocean.is-the' feaman’s hore. aoe _ Dibdin. fe ft oh pe Ly eure ey PS sei Ah yt c.f “3 ' “PUBLISHED aN 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin. my “yf (it Res e ‘ s : Fy Where the preceding. Numbers canbe had: ~ \ 4 THE CHARMS OF MELODY. : int ; s * : . | : __ Whitkey. Soar ae Caftle Manor. -- - ) r Arn— Ona Bottle more.” | 8) ARTNERS of my toils and pleafures, | To this happy fpot repair, See how juitly Fortune meatures Favours to the true and fair. With choruffes gay, Proclaim holiday, , R arse your heartsand your voices, affifl me to fing; ‘While W hifkey’s the word, let the elements ring! F The foother of forrow, the folace of care, Is Whifkey; for what can with Whifkey compare? ~ — However diftinguifh’d, fill Whifkey for me, In praife of the lord of the manor; 4» | % Ye itNative, Sraulrinky, Raw-chaw, or. Sweet-pea. And happy the'tong j oe 7. te The Goh-warming fyrup, the, Liquor of Life, he If it trams old and:young, a 3 “Or Creter;to comfort mah, maiden or wile. ‘In the leffons of Caitle Manor. ., Adieu to Frenth braridy, French treaties, and France, ‘And-happy the fong, R May their threaten’d invafion be a-la-diftance, s . fit trains old and Poung May they ftill wonder why when in fight we're fo In the sans oeiiiies: ‘Hrd! , ed ~ And happy the tong, : “Nor tafte of the /pirit with which we’re infpir’d. Inthe sic ut ee eee YOungs ) ; i ns 0 le Manox. | Hotland’s, gin, like.itsmakers, of tafe is devoid, 3 rie Pap agan bi a'e aut * Infipid.as big-breech’d,, mynheer Jan-van-Zloy'd. ae Sa RE cr idy i Britifh Paper asi meblithe, French liqueurs make | When a mutual nthe | me fick, O \vaaedl Vy I’m devoted to Whitkey, toWhifkey I'll fick. Try ne plows eae ata f 1 ale To ladies, to coxcombs, Padi creatures at-coutt, W hich fhail firft excite the blaze...» > I refign Calcavella, Madeira,.and Ports.) ft plighted my truth botem eect Jy 4 O give me butWhifkey, contented Ili fing, ' TE ‘Tova generous youth, »../.), tO Hibernia for ever, and Cod fave. the King ! ... ound him at Caitle Manor, wot pwer I = a ae To oneonly bekind, == Hail! Malt, thou great mother of whifkey and ale, : And leave fafhion behind; > *¢ > * Wichout thee, how dull, and*/how pooreach regale; ‘Tis the leflon of Caftle Manor. .*° bet Have I nought in my houle, fave potatoes,and falt, 197 : ‘pas And a gob-warming draught, OT’lbne'er be at fault iavG never REECE ys ees . f Britk and free, but true. yo. For punch and potatoes what Jard can compare ‘Sure Live pan eee ba Ne With Hibernia? or where find ye maidens move fair? ‘Would: you purchafe ns serine “a What land where you’ve eating and fheeting fo rare: ms Be the prise eats a ee , priee a faithful heart. How are you, Jack Bull, can yourfelf beat us there? Should a knave full of gold, — ‘Then join me, convivials! Sir Bacchus refign, ‘Let hi pies Peg’s to be fold, ‘ ; Your paft of prime Prince over pipes of Port wine: ee Caftle Manor; Henceforth let the grape to thé barley-corn bow ; a os emer epee ads atherh ec “4 o evol his defire, “eo e’s fuccefs tothe prengrand rreccsogac plqaeas Is the leffon of Caftle Manor. . 5... ‘ | ki? | TRUEMORE. ‘ decat? Come, Volunteer 6, Come.” Gallants learn from Irnemore’s ftory, “fXOME, volunteers, come . Ge To affociate in the breaft, To the head of the drum, Truth and honour, love and glory, ‘And all you'can mufter along with you bring; : -And.to fortune’leave the reft. ; Leave mafters and mothers, : My ambition was fame, . And fathers and brothers ; 1 From beauty it came, | “Nor think of a-dutyrbut that to your king. : ‘From beauty at Caftle Manor; Thou’rt ative, young neighbour ‘Tis Re honour LO ATER AD: Then, throw off thy labour, |” [fa Wo Like th (oldies 7 Pye ee i And fwop thy bafe pillow for bed of:renown; © , pee 6 Pipe Catt e Manor i ‘Dick, Harry, and Hugh, . “'y ' ® one: ’ HOV A Ee CT CS Won't you do fo too? . . De SRA Te 19 Hh Ten guineas I’ll give you, d’y fee, and aicrown.: If I trip in my expreffion, . : ¢ Critics lend a patient ear, ~ Good linen, and cloaths, If coqueting be tranfgreffion st ' With hats, fhoes; and hofe, ; Sifterhood be not fevere wie e For a gentleman foldier fit every thing; To love while tre live, | : ‘To my quarters then come, _ And ail faults ta f ait _ Beer, brandy, and rum, Ts the leffon of Caftle Mico giat ; Swig your bellies full, and fing God fave the king. _ As friends to our caufe Fe ry, Beftow your applaufe, f . a n 7 ie : ; » The happy Bhepherttets. welcome to Caftle ig in , ‘ y fail ere So £ ‘O way pon forrow, who never knew fin! et {miles of content fhew our rapture within: 2 S14 NT Aho G9 othe This love has fo rais’d me, I oman air! . ee Tae thrill Note. i bop He’s fure fent from Heav’n to lighten my care! HE lark’s fhrill note awakes'the\mtril Each fhepherdefs views me with feorn and difdain ? The breezes wave the ripen’d corny > ‘Each fhepherd purfues me, but all is in vain: er Soak ic ane as from fpoil, . ‘No more will I forrow, no longer defpair ; The flowiag eer ' ed ae te ‘He’s fure fent f, ? : 2 ie ‘ ucceeds the Hall, pg) > ee ure fent from Heav’n to lighten my care! “Ger which he tells the jocund tale. Ming a # c SS ae : ke ne att i WEET is the fhip that under fail Spreads her white bofom to the gale; Bet oh {weet’s the flowing can ; esse to poife the lab’ring oar ~ hat tugs us to ournative fhore, When the Boatfwain pipes—the bérge to-man: Sweet failing with'a fav’ ring breeze ;. | But oh, much fweeter than all thefe, Is Jack's delight—-his lovely Nan ! ; The needle, faithful to: the north, Po: thew. uf: conftancy: the werth, A curious leffon. teaches man, The needle; trme may ruf, a fquall.. ‘ apfize the binacle and ue et feamanifhip do all it can 1 My love: in worth, fhall ieee Tite. Nor time-fhall rule nor fqualls capfize My: faith and truth to lovely’ Nan: : When in the bilboas I was penn’d, For ferving of a worthlefs friend, And ev'ry creature from me ran : No fhip performing quarantine, Was ever fo deferted feen : None hail’d me,-woman, child, nor man: But though falfe friendfhip’s fails we're furl’d, Though cut adrift by all the world, Vd all the world in lovely Nan. I love my duty, love my friend, Love truth and merit.to défend, To moan their lofs, who hazard. Tas Llove to take an Honeft parc, Love beauty, and a fpotlefs heart, By manners love to fhew the man : To fail through life, by honour’s breeze, *Twas all along of loving thefe, . Hirft. made me dote on lovely. Naa. wae: ’ , hue er aa Jot | Dibdin emerge ener: = es ‘Edward.and Emma. From Thomplon's Celadon and Amelia. PT(HE dreadful ftorm was over ; The moon led on the night 5 And on each tree and tow’r, > ' Pour’d wide her-filver light s. I faw 2 mourner ftand, With fix’d and weeping eye ; He prefs’d my trembling hand, / And heav’d a heartfelt figh — er ‘ “Oh, ftranger ‘we lov’d true,— | « But all thofe days are o'er; “ The forked lightning flew ;, _* My true love isno more— ‘ To yon fequefter’d glade, * Ah! turn thy melting eye! Se there; my lovely maid, be My Emma, breathlefs lie:! * ‘I lov’d my Emma dear, “Nor did 1 plead in ‘vain! a “She heard my vows ‘fincere, _ © And deign’d to love againe * To-morrow fhe had nam’d, _ ~ To eafe me ofimy:pain.: Bach foft delay I blam’d: ne Ah! wretched, wretched fwain | “ Eternal, powers above, _ “ Acceptia lover true! hy * Great God, that kill’dft my love, — “Ohl killher Edwin tool ‘ No: more, alas! he-{poke : : a, ‘No more he. mate his moan; ERE CHARMS ‘OF pee FN Carlifle dwelt king Arthur, 159 ‘The Boy and the Mantle, A prince of pafling might ; And there maintain’d his table round, Befet with many a knight. ‘And there he kept his Chriftmas ; With mirth and princely chear, “When, lo!-a ftrange and cunning boy Before him did appear. ‘A kirtle,‘and a mantle ‘This boy had him upon, “With broaches, rings, owches “Full daintily bedone. ‘He had a farke of filk About his middle meet ; And thus with feemly courtefy, He did king Arthur greet: *“‘ God fpeed thee; brave king Arthur, Thus feafting in thy bower, - —°* And Guenever, thy goodly queen, “¢ That fair ae peerlefs flower. ‘¢ Ye gallant lords, and lordlings, ** T wifh you all take heed, -* Left, what you deem a blooming rofe, “Should prove a canker’d weed.” ‘Then firaitway from his bofom A little wand he drew > And with it eke a mantle f wondrous fhape and hue. Arthur, | me, *¢ Now have thou here, kip “ Now have thou here oF. « And give unto thy comely queen, ~« All fhapen as you‘fee. * No wife it fhall become, ‘“* That once has been to blame.” Then every knight in Arthur's court ‘ Sly: glanced at his dame. And fitft-came lady Guenever, ~ {DBR PEON ‘The mantle fhe muft try. “This dame, fhe was new fangleds And of a roving eye. When’ fhe had ta’en the mantle; - And.all was with it clad, ‘From top to toe it fhiver’d down, » As tho’ with fheers befhred. One while it was too‘long, Another while too fhort, wi et “Tae ie ‘And wrinkled on her fhoulders In moft-unfeemly fort. ”' Now green, now red, it feemed, © betvedD Then all of fable hue.” ( - Befhrew. me;”: quoth king: Arthur, | dies A “JT think thou beeft not true.” “Down fhe threw the mantle, saa FAK? No longer would fhe flay; sme Bay, ‘But ftorming like a fury,/?° S29! 30 mono? Thod f To her chamber flew:away. wOT She curs’d the whore-fon weaver, That had the mantle wrought : And doubly curs’d the froward imp, ‘Who thither had it brought. ‘ss. J had rather live in defarts sant e Beneath the green- -wood'tree : “ Than here, bafe king, among thy grooms “ The iport of. them and'thee.” © © Say si ‘Sir Kay-call’d forth: chis lady, © And bade her to come near’: “ Yet dame, if thou be ue se pay thee now forbear.” or; “eS a =: 7. ° aoe : a7 we : E : a ¥ -s . . This lady, pertly gigling, With forward ftep came on, And boldly to, the lidle Boy With fearlefs’ face is gone, When fhe had ta’en the: mantle, With purpofe for to wear, ¢ Tt fhrunk up to lef fhoulder, And left behind Ner bare. ‘Then every merry knight, That was in Arthur’s court, Gib’d, and laugh’d, and floured, To fee that pleafant fpott. Down fhe threw the mantle, | No lenger bold-or gay, . Lut with a face all pale and wah, To her chamber flunk away. ( ‘Lhen forward came an, old knight, A pattering o’er his creed, And proffer’d to the little boy _ Five nobles t6 his meed:: « And all the time of Chriftmas « Plum-porridge’ thall be thine; « Tf thou will let.my. eo Hk Within the. mantle f ine.” A Tint this lady feeni Sl, With ftep demure, and flow,, And gravely to the mantle With mincing pace does; go. When fhe the fame had. taken, That was fo fine and‘thin, It fhrivell’d-all about her, And fhew’d her dainty. fkin. 1! little did-her mincing, ae his long prayers, beftead ; ‘She had no more, hung on. her, Than a taffel and.a thread, Down dhe threw the mantle, With terror and difmay,, And, with a face of fearlet, To-her chamber hied awaye Sir Cradock call’d his lady, And bade. her to.come ear: , * @eme, win this mantle, lady, « And do me credit: there. 4¢ Come, win this mantle, lady,, “ For now it fhall be bine, “ Tf thou haft never done: amifs, “ Since firft ILmade thee mine.’ The lady gently bluthing, x With modeft grace came.on, _ Courageoully is gone. ‘When the had ta’en the mantle, And put-it on her back, - About the ‘hem it feemed To wrinkle and to erack.. « Lye till,” the cry’d, “.O mantle } “« And fhame me not for nought, | & 7/1 freely own, whate’er amils,. , « Or blameful, I have, wrought, . “ Once I kifs’d fir Cradock,. « Beneath the green-woa ‘tree : Vs Once I leife’do fiz, Cradock’s. mah “ Before he married: me. be , “When thus fhe had her. aca And her worft fault. bad told, Mae The mantle foon became Ae Aha /' od _ Right comely as it fhould . Jace ew , ee nn? - e690, BALLADS ANCIENT AND wend ae; LEGENDARIES 4 | Moft rich and faix of colour, And now to try,thé wond’rous charm, ~“ Chaftize thy wife, king: Arthur, Wsten o 5 4 _ And given thee for a kingly Sain ey . ' B4 ah ~s Like gold it glittering fhone: — ; And much the knights of Arthur’s court | Admir’d_ her, every one.- ans | 4 Then towards king Arthur’s tabled awe The boy -hecurn’d hiseye: 90000 Where flood a bear’s head garnithed With bayes.and'rofemary. 5 41 When thrice she oe’ the boar’s. head ‘His little wand, had drawn, faigie ‘Quoth he, “ there’s ne’er a cuckold’s kiife, “ Can carve this head of brawn.” Then fome their whittlées rubbed On whetilone, and on hone : Some threw them under the table, And fwore that they had none, Sir'Cradock had = litthe knife. « 6 Of fteel and iron made; . opt en And in an inftatit thro’ the fkull at elas He thruft the fhining blade, - ;. He thruft the thining lattes, Full eafily and fait: < ae%t tf And ev’ry knight in itis court, A morfelhad:to tafte. i | ‘The boy brought forth a horn, A All golden was the rim: ' Said he, “ no cuckold ever'can © ‘¢ Set. mouth unto the brim. “ No cuckold cat this little. horn, cid . “Lift fairly to his heads | “ But or on this, or that. fide, . Ms “ He fhall che: liquor thed.’ ‘Some thelagos their Mokdes)| Some hed it on their thigh; - And he that could not hit his’ mouth, _ Was fure.to hit his eye. . er Thus he that was erchcieald, Was known. F every. man’: But Cradock lifted eafily, And won the golden can. “Thus boar’s head, horn, Sed eteniles ree Were this fair couple’s'meed’: |» | . And all fuch conftant lovers, © God fend them well'to fpeeds . Then down in rage came Guenever, And thus did fpightful fay, “Sir Cradock’s wite-moft wron giully ‘*« Hath borne the prize away. a. See yonder fhalaetens woman, . a eo) AY ‘© That makes herfelf fo clean; | | * Yet from her pillow taken: DF al et ye ae “ Thrice five gallants have been. ie eae « Priefts, clerks, and Needle tiered : « Have her lewd pillow prefs'd: | ‘weer “ Yet fhe the wond’rous prize. Seip oma a “« Muft bear from all the eft.” ark “Then befpeak ‘the little boy, ; ob’ wid as 4 Who had the fame in hold? — “ Of Ipeech the is tooboldis) © “ Of {peech | fhe is too bold, sal “ Of carriage all too frees... ? “ Sir king, fhe hath within thy hall aki “ A cuckold made! ofthees. — ey Bon « All frolic, light and votbit: is SLisel, “ She hath her carriage bor iegk “ To wear a cuckold’ bona ried ‘f 791 én t SiLREN MEDL EM) STs “The Plan of the Publither is to embody in-one Grand Folio Velume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Languages % ne Penny. ae \ }o worth, preferving—form ing a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political Songs;-as well as Old Englith, frith, and Scotch.Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c.——To which will be added, a complete Index. The Jolly Toper. . ‘bide a hearty good fellow, a ruby nos’d fot, \ Who never yet thought of atreafon or plots: _ A-bottle that’s mellow’s the chief of my cares, _And I guzzle each night, till I’m carried up ftairs, On the tombs of the brave ones, the wealthy, and : wile, . ~ We are only informed, that “ under he lies ;” _’Tis a hint that I like not, a trumpery tale, _ SoI now drown the thoughts on’t in flaggons of ale. PY heetimay name -me for, ‘blockhead, or een what Be. ‘they will ; ~ But if wealth, nor if riches, nor wifdam, nor fkill, Can their owners preferve from a church-yard, or prieft, . ; _ Why, T’ll live asf like it—-for method’s a jeft. 4On the leffon of Nature it is that I think, For fhe taught me to love, and fhe taught me to oe. drink ; _ ‘To my pleafures full power fhe taught me to give ; s And [ll ftick.to her. maxims asong as I live. ‘I’ve money, good-fiore on’t, and fpend it I muft; Be roaring and merry, but honeft and juft, “That, cold in my coffin, my landlord may fay, _ He’s gone, and he’s welcome—there’s nothing to pay. ‘Poor Orra think of Yanko dear. ef Sung by Mrs. Kennedy, in © rue IstanDERs.” -HOOR Orra think of Yanko dear, 4 Do he be gone for ever ; ' #or he no dead, he fill live here, _. And he from here go never’: “Like on a fand me mark him face, ‘The wave come ro!l him over; “De mark he go, but ftill de place ty Te difcover. : ee forenow de tree, de flow’r,, ') He droop like Orra, furely ; _ And den by’m bye dere come a fhow’r, “+ He hold him head up purely : And fo fome time me think me die, My he: rt fo fick, he grieve me5 it in a lillie time me cry ood deal, and dat relieve me. © . ty 2 mis: Ay al ‘ar ma re ‘ Shia os + ri “Which drove him far, amid.the fage of wa ? The hoftile country over "Scorning every threat’ning fear 3 PUBLISHED at N10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dubli m ” Where the preceding Numbers can be hadi) as ‘The God of Love. eS Ho fweet the rofy bluth of morn, How charming ts the {pring ! When dews befpangle ev’ry thorn, And fky-larks fweetly fing : 7 Comme, then, Florella, let us hafte, Each happy hour to proye ; The fragrance of the morn to tafte, And hail the god of love. The lambs are fporting on the plain, The kids their gambols try : And.ev’ry nymph, and ev’ry {wain, With mirth old care defy : With chaplets crown’d they dance along, Each moment to improve; . te ~ And raife the foft enchanting fong, fie} LSU To pleafure and to love. Ah! let not fear thy breaft invade, That feat of downy peace ; a For all I with, my charming maid, i , Ehy joys. to mcréaie:s oe The pow’rs above my vows fhall hear, Which time cannot remove ; | That I will conftant be, my dear, Be To honour and to love. . en ‘When War’s Alarms. _ Sung by Mrs. Crouch, in“ THE Caur® , HEN war’s alarms entic’d my Willy from me, My poor heart with grief did figh a ea Fach fond remembrance brought frefh forrowon mg, *Woke e’r yet the morn was nigh : No other could delight him ; Ah! why did I e’er dlight him ; ; | ‘Coldly anfw’ring his fond tale ; as i. And left filly me, thus to bewail. But Ino longer, tho’ a maid forfaken,: zi Thus will mourn like yonder dove, 7 A For e’re the lark to-morrow fhall awakens I will feek my abfent love: I'll fly to feek my lover, Nor diftant fhore, | Nor cannon roar, i Shall longer keep me from my dears * a p ~~ i a - bs ts a6 ; Dds me x ‘ : . a : ; ee me s yd 4 e aia a ac Pane tn - . —_—- Ss 8 The old Woman -of Sexenty-two., “Wy HEN T was young, tho’ now am old, The men were kind and true; But now they’re grown fo falfe and bold, What cana woman do? Now what can a woman da? .For men are, truly, So unruly, I tremble at feventy-two? “When I was fair—tho’ now fo fo, No hearts were giv n to tove, “Our pulfes beat nor faft, nor flow, But all was faith and love; Now what can a woman ‘do? /For men are, truly, So unruly, iI tremble at feventy-two. The Silver Ton’d Trumpet. 7 HEN rous’d by the trumpet’s loud clangor to arms, Reluctant I quitted Eliza’s bright charms; -Tho’ honour commanded, yet love fill’d my.mind ; For how could I leave the dear creature behind? Yet the rage of the battle with courage I try‘d, + Surviv’d, while the heroes fell fait by my fide; Love ftood my protector im all the alarms, While the filver-ton’d trumpet {till founded to arms. Now olive-rob’d peace kind advances again, And her bleflings difpenfes wide over the plain ; {Return’d to Eliza, we join’d in the throng, Where is heard the foft pipe, or the heart-lifting | dong; “Each rural amufement with rapture we try, Whilethe beams of contentment are form’d in the eye: id Love fiood.my protedor, Se. “What mortal like me fo tranfcendently blef, Whenclafp’d by the charmer with joy to her breaft? ‘The laurel of conquefi I give to the wind— ‘Tis nought without true love and honor combin‘d; ut when thus united, how noble the name! ‘What envy muft wait on fo happy a fame? Love ftood my protector, °c. Ever Welcome. ; oe ye party jangling fwains, Leave your flocks, and quit the plains; ‘Friends to country, friends to court, — Nothing here thal! fpoil our fport. ‘Ever welcome to our feaft, Welcome ev'ry friendly gueft. ‘Little gaudy fluttering miffes, Smiling hopes of future bliffes ; Laughing dames, and virgins gay, Sprightly widows, come away ! ‘ Bver weleome, ec. All that rip’ning fun can bring, -Beauteous fummer, beauteous {pring ; In one varying fcene we fhow, ‘The green, the ripe, the bud, the blow. Ever weicome, 8c. *Comus jefting, mufic charming, “Mirth infpiring, beauty warming ; Rage and party malice flies, Peace returns and difcord dies. I. fhver welcome, Fb. MNS * “eT CHARMS OF M. One ee And my doublet is not very new, well-a-day “Then fay how may that come to pafs? well-a-day ‘Nor fear my mammy’s threats, I trow, | ‘Loud I’ {peak to make him ‘hear, } ‘Gaffer Grey... I a O! why doft thou fhiver and fhake, Gaffer ' Grey, And why doft thou nofe look fo blue? “ ?Tis the weather is cold, «© And.I’m very. old, ree . Then line thy worn doublet with ale, Gaffer Grey! And warm thy cld heart with a glafs ; “ Nay, but money I’ve none, “« And my credit’s all gone, Pg Hie away to the houfe on the brow, Gaffer Grey, And knock at the jolly, prieft’s door, “« He has often fupplied me, .* And never denied me, ‘€ But—I dare not go there any more, wel]-a-day?’ ‘The lawyer lives usider the hill, Gaffer Grey, - -For candour and juftice rever’d ; «“ He will faften his locks, « And.hint that the ftocks ‘For vagrants and rogues are prepar’d, well-a-day!” 4 ‘The {quire has fat beeves and brown ale, Gaffer rey, _ And the feafon will open his ftore; “ His fat beeves and his beer, - * And his merryhew year, “ Are all for the honeft, tho’ poor, well-a+day |” The wicked and idle in youth, Gaffer Grey ! Mutt expect to be poor when they’re old; « Alas, the hard fate, “ To féel when too late, - © The truth I have ever been told, well-a-day > « “Pp? 4 a Jockey of Aberdeen. Wits tuneful pipe, and merry glee, Young Jockey won my Heart; A bonnier lad you ne’er could fee, _AJl beauty without art. ‘In Aberdeen there ne’er was feen, A lad fo blithe and gay; « ‘His glancing eyn, and comely mein, Has ftole my heart away. } “Young Jemmy-courts with artful fong, . on But vain is a’-his love; ~ : : My Jockey blithe has lov’d me long, 4 To him I'll conftant prove. < Tn Aberdeen, Fe No more fhall I of forrow know, ’ Nor ever more complain, —— Now Jockey is mine ain. In Aberdeen, €§c. Ceafe a while ye Winds to. blow. ees awhile ye winds to blow, Ceafe ye roaring flreams to flow; Huth’d be every other noife, I want to hear my lover’s voice. Ceafe, Seo Here’s the brook, the rock, the tree, Hark! a found! I think ’tis he! *Tis not he, yet night comes on, Where’s my lovely, wand’rer gone. t Ceafe, Foe. ‘Tis I who calls my true love déar ; The time is come, why this.delay? Alas! amy wand’rer’s loft his way. . my E’LL Mink: and we'll never hare done, boys, ‘dag the glafs haan around with the fun, boys. et Apollo’s example i invite us, | ae ‘For he’s drunk ev’ry night, oe , That makes him fo bright, , ‘That he’s able next morning to light us, Boikings a chriftian’s diverfion, Unknown both to Turk and to Perfian, Let Mahometan fools rg y Live by heathenith rules, \ "And dream o’er their tea-pots and coffee, i _ While the brave Britons fing, . e And drink health to their king, ond afig for th eir Sultan and Sophy: i Aig “The dying Thruth. a DYING thrush young Edwy found, : As flutt’ring in.a field of fnow; Its little wings with ice were bound, A while its heart forgot to glow: In eager hafte he homeward ran, | The quiv’ring charge to me refign’d— ™ Oh! fave it, Celia, if'you can, “ Protect 1 it fiom the wintry wind.” “My bofom preft the trembling iy. “And bade i its little pris’ner live ; But, ah! that bofom felt a fling, The panting warbler ne‘er coud give: ” With {weet concern, young Edwy ery’d, pte | * Gan Celia fave the dying thrufh ? id aa Perhaps” I iaid—and fondly figh’ d, " Which shame tran{ported. to. a blufh. | ne cry’dy “ my Celia, why that fieh oye And why that bluth,. the bird is free? uae But pity beams in Celia’s eyes, | Piet Achy E ‘let i it, fair one, beam.on me :” My heart approv'd his pleafing claim, Tho’ fain-to hide the rebel ftrove ; ; 4 For pity bore a dearer name, Sere “Twas now converted i into love. . “Young Phillis. -OUNG? Phillis was the brighteft lf, Ah! who fo fprightly-fair as fhe? None tripp d fo light the verdant grafs; ‘None caroll’d with fo fweet a glee. ut mark the dire reverfe of fate, Each rural nymph and fhepherd gay, i ty oane Colin came, a youth complete, ct “Like April. fmilings frefhas May. yae* His cheek diffus’d the peach’s bloom, His lip the ripen *d ftrawb’rries ’glow3 A ae when his ruftic voice he’d tne. Now Phillis feels a lambent: aie Encreafe with every ardent gazes She fighs, ihe breathes, young Colin’s name, — And fans a affion to, a blaze. And now full they a roops. her head; at Sue chang’ d,h ow pale; ah, well-a- FG ry yo thful charm is fled, ‘And like the {prin ring all pafs’d away. ee e. lef en Worn plain, tity With grief rit Bie let eft the willow grove, a foon eas’d ea, d her love ae ¢ ell 1 i nd we never have done, Boys. a | ‘4 See the wood-nymphs all around her, ‘| Hailing Elia, beauty’s queen. . The parfon’s daughter once was good, High o’er the hamlet, from the hill, ‘Whether he met the dawning day, ; . ~The words’he whifper’d, ‘iy Edwit ui : ae Edwin. ania: Ss henesth yon bower of rofes, Sweetly fleeps the heav’nly cat - -*Tis my gentle love repofes, iX i) Softly tread the facred fhade. ret a “Mark the loves that play around her, ‘Mark my Ella’s graceful mien, -Flutt’ring Cupids round defending, ee Soft expand their filken wings; ~ pa ee ‘From the zephyr’s breath defcending, aN Ev’ry {weet that round-her fpringss Swift obedient to thy duty, oy: ieee ae * Fancy from thy airy thrones .\ 9) 9! 7s ai Whifper to the fleeping beauty, = = PS - Edwin lives for heralone. _ ot Gi, > a The Lafs of fair Wone. Ag A BALLAD. 5 4" FROM THE GERMAN OF BURGERe ae the parfon’s bower of yew Why -ftr ays a troubled fpright, ‘That peaks and pines, and dimly fhi mes Thro’ curtains ofthe night? ‘as Why fteals along thé pond of toads} A gliding fire fo blue, _ is That lights a {pot where’ grows no ih ‘Where falls no rain nor dew? : And gentle as the dove, ‘And young and fair, _——and many came. To win the damfel’s love. Beyond the winding fiream, The windows of a ftately houfe In fheen of evening gleam, “There dwelt, in riot, rout, and roar, A lord fo frank and free; That oft, with inward joy of heart, The maid beheld his glee. Tn hunting trim fo fine ? Or tapers, fparkling from his hall, * Befhone the midnight wine. ~ He fent the maid his picture, girt With diamond, pearl, and gold; And filken-paper, fweet with mufk, This gentle meflage told : “ Let go thy fweethearts, one and alls i hee ae Shalt thou be bafely woo'd, That worthy art to gain the hearts — Of youths of noble blood ? ‘The tale I would to thée bewray, In fecret muft be faid: At midnight hour I'll feek thy, bower 5 Fair lafs, be not afraid. — . And- when the am’rous -nightingal ale Sings fweetly to his mate, die T’ll pipe my-quail-call from the as r | Bekind, nor make me wait.” * : f In cap and mantle clad he came, At night, with lonely tread ; aa a, bh rl Unieen, and filent as a mitt, At he fC And hufh’d the dogs with beeads gt. Oy pe ‘And when the am’rous nightingale _ Sung fweetly to his mate, . she heard his quail- -call-in the field, And, ah! ne’er made ay wait. oo ee ae won her e | no ne a ard, ohne fhame ; : ly God above, Oct. to oi flame. clafp’d her’ to his *breaft, and {wore n° be for ever true: ), yield thee to my wifhful arms, z Thy choice thou: fhalt not rue.’ “And while fhe ftrove, he drew her on, And led her.to the bow’r ie fu, fo dim—and round about » © Sweet fmelt the beans in flow’r. Ser here beat her heart, and heav’d her breaft 44 And pleaded every fenfe hg And there the glowing breath of luft “Sul atid blaft her innocence. ae Bg en the fragrant beans began oe eir fallow biooms to fhed, x Her fparkling eyes their -luftre lof ; Her cheek, its rofes fled : ” . ® And when fhe faw the pods increafe, ee The ruddi’r cherries fain, pre felt her filken robe grow tight, ss Her wailt new weight fuftain. vt vy en when the mowers went afield, 4 ~ . The yellow corn to ted, "ke She felt her burden ftir within, » And: fhook with tender dread. - And Sela the winds of autumn hift By Along the ftubble field; “Then could the damfel’s piteous plight No longer be conceal’d. | Her firé, a harfh and angry man, 4: Wéith furious voice revil’d: | Hence from my fight ! V’ll none of thee— ~ T harbour not thy child.” And faft}amid her flutt’ring hair, oe Wit ched filt-he gripes, And feiz’d a leathern thong, and lafh’d Her fide with founding ftripes. eS Her lily fkin, fo foft and white, Sy He ribb’d ‘with bloody whales; oo thruft her out, tho’ black the night, , Tho’ fleet and fiorm affails. ; Up the harfh rock,.on flinty paths, ‘The damfel had to roam ; ‘On tott’ring feet fhe grop’d her way, _ And fought her lover's home., * A mother thou haft made of me, Before thou mad’ft a wife: For this, upon my tender breaft, Thefe livid ftripes are rife; ae _ Bebole And then, with bitter fobs, She fank upon the floor— “Make good the evil thou haft wrought 5 My injur’d name reftore.” a Pius foul ; F’ll ‘have thee-hous’d and nurs "dis Thy terrors I lament. Stay here ; we'll have fome further talkeu. The old one fhall repent—” we I have no time to reft and wait 3 ¥ een That faves not my good name : i ; If thou with, honeft foul haft fworn,. rane . _— O leave me not to fhame; : . ¥ But at the holy altar be ___ Our union fanétified ; ; et e and the pried ats ve I me for thy bride.” f . Base, when the ravens come, x aie , [ = ~ . Pe >. eee te W ee o ae -~ men et ae “ Pnecusl athe muft not blot is “a The honours of my line : | Art thou of wealth or tank for me, To harbour thee as mine? What's fit and fair Pll do for thee; Shalt yet retainmy love— ~ Shalt wed my ‘huntfman—and we'll then Our former tran{ports prove.’ “ Thy wicked foul, hard- hearted.man, + s May pangs in hell await ! ™ Sure, if not fuited for thy bride— . 4 I was not-for thy mate. Go, feek a fpoufe of nobler blood, Nor God's juft judgments dreadjem So fhall, e’re long, fome bafe-born wretch Defile thy marriage-bed.— Then, traitor, feel how wretched they In hopelefs fhame immertt ; Then {mite thy forehead on the wall, While horrid curfes burft. _ Roll thy dry eyes in-wild defpair— Unteoth’d thy grinning woe ; Thro’ thy pale temples fire the ball, And fink to fiends below.” Collected then, the ftarted up, And, thro’ he hiffing fleet, Thro’ cidin and bri’r, thro’ flood and mire, She dled with bleeding feet. « Where now,” fhe cry’d, “ my gracious God What refuge: have I left ?” And reach’d the garden of her home, Of hope in. man bereft. Oi hand andioaiethe: feebly crawl’d . Beneath the bow’r unblett ; Where with’ring Lerapee ge ting fhow, Prepar'd her’ only : There rend’ring pains, and darting throes Affail’d her fhudd’ring frame ; And from her womb, a lovely boy With wail and weeping came. Forth from her hair a filver BP With hafty hand fhe drew, And preft againft its tender And the fweet babe fhe flew." Soon as the aét of blood was done, Her foul its guilt abhorr’d : *« My Jefus! what.has been my deed? * Have mercy on me, Lord! Cait i a With bl ce nails, befide the pond, ? 0 Its fhallow grave fhe tore: — «There reft in God; there fhame and want ~ Thou can "ft not {afer more: Me vergeance-waits. “My. havent child, Thy w fhall bleed afreth, When ravens from the gallows tear ri gee > Thy mother’s mould’ring flefh.”—— Pa Hard by the bow’r her gibbet ftands: Her’ ftill ow; | ‘$a +: It feems to eye the barren grave, Three {pans in Hea ae That is the fpot where sno stale, W here falls no rain ee . bot Whence fteals along the pond of to A hov’ring fire fo blue . 3 te — erghoftisfeento glide; fue and try to.quench the flame, i. ; Keine poolbefide = © vere" eg ee a ie een ; = so ’ wt ; Se ‘ ’ > © as ; Toy: ~ i ves [Numb. 4, Tay eS , ty TR aa ie ay fa a ©) | One Penny, | THE CHARMS OF MELODY, OR STREN MEDLEY. _ \ _ The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one’Grand Folio Volume, ‘forming an Univerfal Magazing f.Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, _ and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. To:-which will be added, a complete Index. all the Songs, ancient and modern, Z int ol ye Drinking, Sea, and in the Englith Language; Political Songs; as well as Old@nglith, Erith *Twas neither Shape nor Feature. "4 Sung by Mr. Johniton in the Opera of “ Te. Flitch of Bacen.” ee O, *twas neither ‘thape nor feature, % Made me own your fov’reign {way : _ Even thefe proudeft gifts of Nature, Could have triumph’d but a day! ‘Could. have:triumph’d but a day! Beauty’s graces, tho’ inviting, Scarce the ravifh’d fenfe will bind ; But, with virtue, charms uniting _ Steal lovets fetters o’er the mind. ' Steal love’s fetters.o’er the mind. Sequel to “ No, twas neither Shape nor Fea- | H °Twas that facred:bond of peace; | Heav’n decreed ’fhould:ftill delight us, | When love’s paffion did decreafe. W hen love’s ,paflion did decreate. | Love delights, when youth 1s blooming:; But when age has drawn the veil ; |"Then ’tis friendfhip, power afluming | ..Gives a charm can never fail. 5 aure.” | E'S, ‘twas friendfhip did unite us ; | Gives a-charm.can never fail. Fulia Weftray, | | | } O es & - Lovely Virgins. Oye virgins, in your prime, | 5 Mark the filent flight of time; | Fortune’s gifts fhould fhe difclofe, Quickly chufe what fhe beftows: / Youth and beauty foon decay, ILove and youth ily iwift away. | Let not age thy bloom eninare, I You can find no pleafure there ; iPleeting joys you'll feek in vain, ‘Joys that né’er return again; _ ‘Tranfient joys you'll feek in vain, Joys that ne’er return again. Ev'ry minute thus improve, Fleeting thofe of joy and loves Wifely think the young and gay, jButthe tenants of aday; )Wifely think the young and gay, (But the tenants ofa day. °Midft Silent Shades. “WJ LDST filent fhades and purling ftreams, The god of love fupinely dreams In rofy and’fantaftic chains, He leads deluded nymphs and fwains ; But if the trumpet’s loud alarms, Excite to deeds of manly arms ; As thé tremendous founds arife, The coward boy in terror flies; ‘On filken wings he cuts the ait, Scar’d at the thunder of the war. =- Dear Mary, adieu. : ee to Old England, thy white cliffs adieu ! Can the gale be aufpicious that bears me from you? Tho’ oceans divide me as wide as the pole, No diftance.can-change the true love of my foul! As well might my mefimates determine to bale | All the waters that fill up old Neptune’s great pail, As divert my firm mind from its fond thought of you ; Farewell to-Qld England, dear Mary, adieu ! . Farewell, °F. ‘Dear Mary, adieu ! can that love go to wreck, Where ev’ry plank bears your fweet name on the deck? ‘Nay, ‘many love knots on the tops I have made, While guilelefs my fhipmates at chequers have wplay’d: Their {ports are no paftime, but forrow to me, My mind is more happy im fighing to thee; ‘More happy, by.far, when I’m thinking of yous For the hope of return takes the fling from adieu‘ For the hope, Sc. Yes, the hope of return’s all the joy ofatar; "Tis his compafs, his helm ; “tis his guide and his dtari; *Tisimprefs’d on his bofom the moment he fails; it fhortens long nights, and it quickens light gales: The dull midnight watch it fends limping away, And dawns a new hope on his mind with the day; With rapture it makes his affections to burn, And changes:adien | into--welcome Teturn. And changes, &e. or PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, | ‘Where the preceding Numbers can.be had. Pts ae ‘* oe = ees ee x The Roaft Beef of Old England. RECITATIVE. By ae at the gate of Calais, Hogarth tells, Where fad defpair with famine ever dwells, A meagre Frenchman, Madame Grandfire’s cook, As home he fteer’d his carcafs, that way took: Bending beneath the weight of-fam’d Sir-loin, On whom he often: with’d,in vain, to dine: Good father Dominick by chance came by, With rofy gills, round paunch, and greedy eye, Who, whenvhe firft beheld the greafy load, - His benediftion on it he beftow’d; . And as the folid-fat his fingers prefs‘, He lick’d his chaps, and.thus the knight addrefs’d. Aatr— A lovely Lafs to a Friar came.” ‘Oh rare roaft beef! lov’d by-mankind, ‘ If I wa’ doom’d to have thee, When drefs’d and garnifh’d to my mind, And fwimming in thy gravy, Not all thy country’s ferce combin’d Should from my fury fave thee. Renown’d Sir-loin, oft times.decreed The theme of Englifh ballad; On thee ev’n kings have deign’d to feed, Unknown to Frenchmens’ palates: Then how much doth thy tafle exceed Soup-maigre, frogs, and fallad! i RECITATIVEs : A half-ftarv’d foldier, fhirtlefs, pale and lean, Who fuch a fight before had never feen, Vike Garrick’s frighted Hamlet, gaping ftood, And gaz’d with wonder on the Britifh food ;_ His morning’s-mefs‘forfook the friendly bowl, And indmall fireams along the pavement ftole. He heav’d a figh, which gave his heart relief, And then, in plaintive tones, declar’d his grief. AIR Foote’s Minuet.” Ah, facre Dieu, vat do I fee yonder, Dat look fo tempting red and vite ; Begar, it is de roaft beef from Londre ; Oh! granta me von letel bite. But to my guts.if you give no heeding, _ And cruel fate dis boon denies ; In kind compaffion unto my pleading, Return and let me-feaft my eyes. RECITATIVE- His fellow guard, of true Hibernian clay, Whofe brazen front his country did betray, From Tyburn’s fatal tree had hither fled, By honeft means to gain his daily bread. Soon as the well-known profpedct he defery’d, In blubb’ring accents dolefully he cry’d: AtR—= * Hilen-a-Roon.” Sweet beef, that now caufes my ftomach to rife, Sweet beef, that now caufes my flomach to rife, So taking thy fight is, My joy, that fo light ts, To view thee, by pailfuls runs out at my eyes. While here I remain, my life’s not worth a farthing. Ah, hard-hearted Louis, Why did I come to you? The gallows, more kind, would have kept me from dtarving. RECITATIVEs Upon the ground, hard by, poor Sawney fate, Who fed his nofe, and icratched his ruddy pate; But when old England’s bulwark he efpy’d, His dear lov’d mull, alas! was thrown afide ; _ With lifted:hand he blefs’d his native place, ‘Then ferabb’d himfelf, and thus bewaii’d his cafe: 4 Pa * J - ¢ } 1 Ha 7S cua, ‘ 7 Road. * ‘ ey ~~ ‘ - 7 29% 4 arr—* The Broom of Cowdenknows.”” How hard, oh! Sawney is thy lot, - Who-wes fo-blithe of late, - To fee fuch meat as can’t be got, ‘When hunger is fo great ! : -O the beef! the bonny, bonny beef, When roafied nice and brown; I with I had a flice of thee, i How {weet it would gang down! ‘ } Ah! Charley had’ft thou not'been feen, ‘ - This ne'er had happ’d to me; f I would the de’el had pick’d thine ey’n Fre I had gang’d wi’ thee. ‘0 the beef, Se. RECITATIVE: , But, fee! my Mufe, to England takes her flight, Where health and pl sty focially unite ; . Where fmilingFreedom guards greatGeorge’s throne And whips, and chains, and tortures are not known. Tho’ Britain’s fame in lofti’it ftrains fhould ring, In ruftic fable give me leave to:fing. — , Ain—“ The Roaft Beef of Old England.” ~ . As once:on a time, a young frog.pert and vain, — Beheld a large ox grazing o’er the wide plain, He boafted the‘fize he could quickly attain. -O the roa beef of Old England, And O the Old Englifh roaft beef. Then eagerly ftretching his weak little frame, Mamma, who ftood by, like a knowing-old dame, Cry’d, “ fon to.attempt it you’re furel+ to blame.” O the roaft beef, Be. But. deaf to advice, and for glory a thirft, ‘An effort he ventur’d more ftrong than the firft, * Lill {welling and ftraining too hard, made him burft Ae =. O the roaft:beef AG oe Then Britons,'be valiant, the mora! is clear, p. The Ox is Old England, the Froe is Moafienr; © Who’s puffs and bravadoes we nee) never fear. 0 the raah beaf, © cs For while’by our commerce and arts we are able To fee the Sir-loin {moaking hot on our table, The¥F rench may e’en burfi, like the frog in the fable. "SS Othe roa beef, Fes )4)'s z rs + = = ee “The Ba Chlieltea Hate, BiACceUs: jolly god of glaffes, Having:goblets, bumpers, bowls, By whom the night fo joyous paffes, With true Bacchanalian fouls; Grant me all the ardent withes, That true Bacchanals e’er crave, ‘Whilft alive to drink like fithes, And when dead a winy grave. Bind my brows with juicy bunches, In each hand ordain a flafk, . Free from dull infipid dunces, Let me only love my cafk; From Cupid’s fecret pow’r defend me, Let no fopptfh arts be mine, With good fellows but defend me, And a caf of mellow wine. With a belly like a barrel Blefs me, and a ruby nofe, ’ Make me ne’er to fwear or quarrel, * | - But preferve myfelf from blows, . Let me {wim my days in fherry, Ever free from care or pain, And when dead, my carcafs bury @ ina river of champaign. ie ahh Mi a ‘ ' oi Mites sg af ‘ Pe Renee eRe ey es Cee ke Or YS | Ye SDT 0 eR ee ee ee a ae A a ow s Zz Pr a iyi Oe ae eae Lid r a ge rr SA OME ROT net i ney See ee AY ee et ow i : a d oe ; Z ‘ f * 4 t > ~ é AR i | i ‘ : ‘ F ‘ eo _ THE CHARMS OF MELODY. The bonny Lafs in yon Town. | Lazy Jonny. 4 a ete, we in wine gin . V y ex my teal fo blithe and clever, Sei ae ia 9 you leave me all in forrow? ac wee pie By oe ; Three whole days are gone for ever, = ‘ ! i ; : 3 Now haply down yon gay green fhaw, ie ea ae tee re eee She wanders by yon fpreading tree ; How bleft ye flow’rs that round her blaw, . Ye catch thesglances 0” her ee; How bleft ye birds that near her fing, You'd been here with looks fo bonny, Love has flying wings, I well know, Not for ling’ring lazy Jonny. ‘And welcome in the blooming year ; What can he b i \ Dar 5 e now a doing? And doubly welcome be the {pring, | Is he with the laffes ieee "The feafon to my Jamie dear. He had better here be wooing, Than with others fondly playing. — ‘Tell me truely where he’s roving, That I may no longer forrow ; If he’s weary grown of loving, Let him tell me fo to-morrow. The fun blinks blythe on yon town, _Amang the broomy braes fae green ; But my delight in yon town, And reareft pleafure is my }ean : ‘ Without my fair not a’ the charms, O° Paradife could yield me joy ; But gie me Jeanie in my arms, And welcome Lapland’s dreary ky ; ‘My cave wad be a lover's bow’r, Tho’ raging winter rent the air; And the a lovely little flow’r, ''Lhac I wad tent and fhelter there. Vs = Does fome fav’rite rival hide thee? © 9 us Let her be the happy creature; . ear I'll not plague myfelf to chide thee; Nor difpute with her a feature. But I can no longer tarry, 3 Ner will kill mydfelf with forrow; rio, I may lofe the time to marry, © {weet is fhe in yon town, If I flay beyond to-morrow. «# The finging fun’s gane down upon; . . A fairer than’s in yon town, _ His fetting beam near fhone upon. | Think not, fhepherd, thus to brave me, | If I’m yours, away no longer, | If you won’t, fome one will have me, ‘Topers’ Leffons. | I may cool, but not grow fonder. ~FDACCHUS one day gaily ftriding If ene lovers, ees ene peed na . : { as /hine not to defpair and forrow ; On his never failing tun, Bleft another lad ne make ye, " Sneaking empty pots deriding, Thus addrefs'd each toping fon: Btay tonnons heypen Cy moire ‘Praife the joys that never vary, And adore the liquid fhrine ; - All things noble, gay, and airy, Are perform’d by gen’rous wine. ‘O, Lhae feen the Rofes blaw. QO ! I hae feen the rofes blaw, The heather bloom, the broom and a’, The lily {pring as white as fnaw, With a’ their native {plendor: Yet Mary’s {fweeter on the green, As frefh an’ fair as Flora queen, va Mair ftaitly than the branching bean, And like the ivy flender. | In nature like a fummer day, Tranfcendent as a funny ray, Her fhape and air is frank and gay, Wi’ a’ that’s {weet an’ tender. Antient heroes, crown’d with glory, ‘Owe their noble rife to me; Poets write the flaming ftory, Fir’d by my divinity. If my influence is wanting, i Mufic’s charms but flowly move; Beauty too, in vain is panting, ‘Till I fill the fwains with love. If you crave a lafting pleafure, Mortals this way bend your eyes From my ever flowing treafure, _ Charming feenes of blifs arife, “Here’s'the foothing balmy bieffing, _ Sole difpeller of your pain; Gloomy fouls from care releafing, He who drinks not, lives in vain. fey | seni tne A While lavrocks fing their chearfu’ lays, An’ thepherds brufh the dewy breas, To meet wi’ Mary’s bonny face, Amang the fhades I wander. My captive breaft, (by fancy led) Adores the fweet, the lovely maid, We ilka {mile and charm array’d, To make a heart furrender. I love her mair than bees do flow’rs, Or birds the {preading leafy bow’rs ; Her prefence yields me what the fhow’rs ‘ fo hills and vallies render. f Ah fure a Pair. a fure a pair was never feen 4 So jaftly form’d to meet by nature g The youth excelling fo in mien, The maid in every graceful feature. -O bow happy are.fuch lovers, When kindred beauties each difcovers ! Cou’d I obtain my charmer’s love, For furely the was made for thee, Mair ftable than a rock I’d prove; _ , And thou to blefs this charming creature. Wi’ a’ the.meeknefs of a dove, Totilka pleafure hand her: If the wad like a fhepherd lad, I'd change my cane for crook an’ plaid, Upon the hill tune up the reed, An’ wi’ a fang commend her. So mild your looks, your children thence f Will early learn the tafk of duty, The boys with all their father’s fenfe, | The girls with ail their mother’s beauty. O how charming to inherit ae Ce At once fuch graces and fuch merit ! a ne Ly ie eee oie ee ek’, eas There blefs kind fortune for my lot; AGG Dae ona i J st ee Se Merk _ And ilka comfort lend her. Be 7 My ‘Cupid’s Revenge. . SUPPOSED FO BE WRITTEN UPON THE MARRIAGE OF KING HENRY VI. es once reign’d beyond the feas, As we in ancient ftories find, Whom no fair face could ever pleafe.; «He cared not-for womankind : He defpis’d the {weeteft beauty, And the greateft fortune too ; At length he married to a beggar ; See what Cupid’s dart can do! The blinded boy that. fhoots fo:trim, Did to his clofet-window fteal ; And drew a dart, and’fhot at him, And made him foon his pow’r to feel. He that never cared for women, But did females ever hate, At length was {mitten, wounded, fwooned, ‘For a beggar at his gate. For mark what happen’d on a day ; As he look’d from his window, high, He fpy’d a beggar all in grey, With two more in her company : ‘She his fancy foon enflamed, And his heart was grieved-fore 5 What ! muft I have her, court her, craye*her? I, that never lov’d before? : This noble, prince of high renown, Did to his chamber. ftrait repair, And on his couch he laid him down, Opprefs’d with love-fick grief and care. ? * Ne’er-was.a monarch fo furpriz’d ; Here I lye her captive flave ! But I'll to-her, court-her, woo her; ‘She. muft heal the wound fhe gave. “Then to his palace-gate he goes ; The beggars crave his charity ; A, purfe of gold to them he throws ; With thankful hearts away they hie. But the king he-call’d her to him, Tho’ fhe was but poor and mean: His hand did hold her, while he told her, She fhould be his ftately. queen. At this fhe blufhed fearlet red, And on this mighty king did gaze! Then ftrait again as pale as lead ; Alas, fhe was.in-fuch amaze ! Hand in hand they walk’d together ; And the king did‘kindly fay, That he’d refpect her : ftrait they deck’d-her An. moft fumptuous rich array. He did appoint the wedding-day ; And likewife then commanded ftrait The noble lords and ladies gay Upon his gracious queen to wait. She appear’d a fplendid beauty, Ali the court did her adore ; And in a marriage, with a carriage, As if fhe’d been a queen before. Her fame thro’ all the realms did ring, Altho’ fhe came of parents poor: She, by her fov’reign lord the king, Did bear one fon, and eke no more. All the nobles were well pleafed, And the ladies frank and free, a: For her behaviour always gave her _ Title to her dignity. he A Se i ae | Be Z| ’Twere not enough-for mine offence ; -Of comely mien and fhape he was, “He might not kifs my hand forfovth, ‘ ‘He got him to a fecret place, — -" ao « — ~ rea : ; ey 4 BALLADS anctunt anv mopeRX; LEGENDARIES, &e. d - ‘yr 51 At length the king and queen were laid ‘ Together in a filent tomb ; b Their royal fon their feeptre fway’d, | - Who govern’d in his father’s room. Long in glory did he flourith, Wealth and honour to increafe; Still poffefling fuch a bleffing, — Lom That he liv’d and reign’d in peace. : : Gentle Herdf{man. { ENTLE herdfman, tell to me, 4 Of courtefy I thee pray, | Unto the town of Walfingham — Which is the right and ready way. “Unto the town of Walfingham ‘‘ The way is hard for to be gone; *«« And very crooked are:thofe paths “For you to find out all alone?” Were the miles doubled thrice, And the way never fo ill, s It.is fo grievous and fo ill. « Thy years are young, thy face is fair, “« ‘Thy wits are weak, thy thoughts are green : “Time hath not given thee leave, as yet, “ For.to commit fo great a‘fin.” Yes, herdfman, yes, fo would thou fay, If thou kneweft fo much as I, My wits, and thoughts, and all the reff, Have well deferved for to die. I am-not what I-feem tobe, . My clothes and fex do differ far, I am a woman, woe is me! Born to grief and irkfome care ‘For my belov’d, and well-belov’d, . My wayward cruelty could kill : And though «my tears will nought avail, Moft dearly I bewail him fill. . He was the flower of noble knights, None ever more fincere could be; And tenderly he.loved me. - i When thus I faw‘he lov’d me well, I grew fo proud his pain to fee, That.I, who did not know myfelf, — Thought feorn of fuch a youth as he. And grew fo.coy and nice to pleafe, 20 As women’s looks are otten fo, Unlefs I willed him fo to do. Thus being wearied with delays, To fee I pitied not his grief, » And there he dyed without relief. And for his fake thefe weeds I wear, ~ And facrifice my tender age : : And every day I’ll beg my bread, a ae To undergo this pilgrimage. Thus every day I faft and pray, a And ever will do till I die ; 5 And get me to fome fecret place, For fo did he, and fo will. Now, gentle herd{man, afk no more, But keep my fecrets I thee pray ; Unto the town of Walfinghani Show me the right and ready way. “ “ Now cothy-ways, and God before! - | « For he muft ever guide thee fill : i “ Turn down that dale, the right hand path, + ae « And fo, fair Pilgrim, fare thee well i” ~ y One Penny. \ THE ny CHARMS OF MELODY, ~ SR EN AED EBs The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language a worth preferving—forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Bacchanalyin, Humourous, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englith, Jrifh, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c, To which will be added, a complete Index. The publifher is happy at having it in his power to prefent the following lines, written by Gray, which have not appear'd in any edition of that celebrated author's works. ; YNHYRSIS, when we parted, {wore Ere the {pring he would return, Ah! what means yon vi‘iet flow’r, And the buds that deck the thorn ? "Twas the lark that upward {prung, "Twas the nightingale that fung. Idle notes! untimely green!) . Way this unavailing hafte? Weltern gales and fkies ferene Speak not always winter paft. Ceafe, my doubts, my fears to move 5 Spare the honour of my love. Whither, my Love. | By Re ee ah! whitherart thou gone? ‘ Let not thy abfence cloud this happy dawn? Say, by thy heart can falfehood e’er be known, _ Ah! no, I judge it by my own. The heart he gave with fo much care, - Which treafur’d in my breaft I wear; Still for its mafter beats alone, I’m fure the felfifh thing’s his own. o When Yanko, Dear. EX THEN Yanko, dear, fight far away, - Some token kind me fend ; Ine branch of olive, for dat fay, | Me with the battle end: De poplar tremble while him go, Say of dy life take care ; Me fend no laurel, for me know Of dat he find him fhare. De ivy fay my heart be true, | Me droop, fay willow tree ; De torn, he fay, me fick for you, De fun flow’r tink of me: Till lame go weep wid de pine, ; For fear poor Yanko dead; Le come, and I de myrtle twine, Ia chaplet for him head. -PUBLISHE The Jew’s Defcription. @ NS IVE Ifaac thenymph who no beauty can boaft, AJ But health and good humour, to make her his toaft, Tf ftrait, I don’t mind whether flender or fat, Or fix feet or four, we'll ne’er quarrel for that. We'll ne'er, Gee Whate’er her complexion I vow I don’t care, If brown it is lafting, more pleafing if fair ; And tho’ in her cheeks I no dimples fhou’d fee, Let her {mile, and each dell is a dimple to me. Let her, Fe. Let her locks be the reddeft that ever were feen, And her eyes may be—faith any colour but green 3 For in eyes, tho’ fo various the luftre and hue, @ I {wear I’ve no choice, only let her have two. . Only let, ee ’ Tis true I’d difpenfe with a throne on her back, And white teeth, I own, are genteeler than black ¢ A little round chin too’s a beauty I’ve heard, But I only defire—fhe mayn’t have a beard. She mayn't, Fo Sheridan. \ A Tar’s Sympathy. TS known what ’tis to face a foe, ' Where Death has laid his hundreds low, What ’tis fatigues to undergo, That might appall our nature ; Yet never was a truth more clear, That man’s in danger, leaft in fear, Whofe heart can fhed a generous tear, T’ relieve a fellow creature. I’ve feen ftout hearts of whom one wave Has in a moment made a grave, Whofe-lives not all the world could fave ; Thefe things affect our nature, But not fo much as when the heart, Some ray of comfort to impart, ‘Swells up a generous tear to ftart, T’ relieve a fellow creature. a D at N° 10,.-BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, Where the preceding Numbers can be had. ae ? . q ¥ , ¥ i ae “140. . ‘THE CHARMS OF MELODY. ~ nai Beauty’s Votary. O beauty born, a willing flave, A merry happy man ; I flight the nymph I cannot have, And doat on thofe I can. This conftant maxim ftill I hold, To baffle all defpair ; The froward ugly are and old, The kind are young and fair. Thé women wou’d no more perplex, Were men refolv’d and free ; Soft fmiles become the charming fex, No pouting Mifs for me. In wedlock’s bands if e’er I join, Good humour be my, guide ; Let dimple {miles and love be mine, I laugh at female pride. This confant maxim, Gc. To-day and To-morrow. ’ ET thofe who would with to hear reafon, Attend to the leffon I give, Since To-day is for pleafure the feafon, O feize the dear moment and live; ?Tis a maxim we all muft remember, . While the fun fhines, be fure to make hay; * Which reminds us from June to December, We ought to make much of To-day. — Away then with care and with forrow, And all which may burden the mind ; He who pleafure puts off till To morrow, Lofes that which he wifhes to find. © The prefent for mirth is the hour, ® The prefent the time to be gay; With hatte let us take then the flower, _ Which can only be gather’d To-day. Our condition as quickly may vary, As the wind, or the tide, or the moon, Our fchemes and our projeéts mifcarry, Nay een Death may o’ertake us as foon. ‘Then fince, life is no more than a bubble, - Enjoy all its gifts whilft you may ; ‘To-morrow may enter with trouble, Then at leaft be fecure of To-day. The Tobacco Pipe. es tube of mighty power, Charmer of an idle hour ; Object of my hot defire, Lip of wax, and eye of fire; And thy {nowy taper waift, With my finger gently brac’d; And thy lovely fwelling creft, With my bended flopper preft ; And the fweeteft blits of bliffes, Breathing from thy balmy kiffes: “Happy thrice, and thrice again— Happieft he of happy mef ! Who, when again the night returns, When again the taper burns; When again the crickets gay, (Little crickets full of play) Can afford his tube to feed With the fragrant Indian weed ; Pleafure for a nofe divine, Incenfe of the god of wine! Happy thrice, and thrice again— Happieft he of happy men! “ r : fe see OY] we This confant maxim, We. > * of —— ee — eg aa eee The defpairing Damfel. RECITATIVE. BOD vee when the feas were roaring With hollow blafts of wind, A damfel lay deploring, All ona rock reclin’'d!, * Wide o’er the foaming billows She caft a wifhful look; . - Her head was crown’d with willows That trembl’d o’er the brook. AIR. “« Twelve months are gone and over, « And nine long tedious days; «© Why didft thou, vent’rous lover, « Why didft thou truft the feas? “ Ceafe, ceafe thou troubled ocean, © “ And let my lover reft; «“ Ah! what’s thy troubled motion “To that within my breaft? ~ “‘ The merchant robb'd of treafure, “ Views tempefts with defpair ; “ But what’s the lofs of treafure “To lofing of my dear? “ Should you fome coaft be laid on, ‘“Where gold and di’monds grow, “ You'd find a richer maiden, “ But none that lov’d you fo. ““ How can they fay that Nature «« Has nothing made in vain; “ Why, then, beneath the water, “ Do hideous rocks remain? *“ No eyes thofe rocks difcover, «« That lurk beneath the deep, “ To wreck the wand’ring lover, “ And leave the maid to weep.” All melancholy lying, Thus wail’d fhe for her dear, Repaid each blaft with fighing, Each billow with a tear: “ When-o’er the white waves ftooping,. His floating corfe fhe {py’d,; J hen, like a willow drooping, She bow’d her headeeand dy’d. | ‘ | Gay. ‘The happy Return. "oe months are pafs’d, fince on this ftrand, In fad diftrefs we parted, And as the beat forfook the land, ‘The oar my hand deferted, My eyes on yours were fondly bent, al And feem’d their. tears to borrow, And fure from you a look was fent, That well repaid my forrow. To bear me quickiy from the fhore, ; The crew our grief furveying: With lengthen’d ftroke ftill kept the oar, In well-tim’d meafure playing ; *Till diftance and approaching night, ¢ Your lovely image fhaded, © Yet ever in ideal fight, A Your beauty rofe unfaded. ¥ Oft when the midnight watch Pve kept, And feas were round us fwelling; | 2 I fear’d alone the florm that {wept % Too rudely o’er your dwelling. 7 But now, my love, no more your breaft ae Shall beat with fad emotion, I'll ftrive to make each moment bleft, ° Nor tempt again the ocean. i rh ete a re) Cee en Ce ee ee oe é oe s/' THE CHARMS OF MELODY. — 141 | Phyficians may talk. PHYSICIANS may talk of our ills, And parfons look wonderous grave ; I hate all their fermons and pills, Defign’d for the fool and the knave. Then each take his glafs, Fill’d up to the brim; And toaft his dear lafs Intended for him. For never did Bacchus of old Bie ” Repent of his quaffing good wine ; Nor Momus (for fo we are told). At mirth or good humour -repine. Then each take, &c. . Dull fouls the beft liquor decline, ~ And think they’re undone‘if they tafte; While we, my boys, live on good wines And think we’re undone if we wafte. Then cach take, Se, ‘ Nappy Ale. py HST fome in epic ftrains delight, YY Whilft others paftorals invite, » _ As tafte or whim prevail ; _Affift me, all ye tuneful Nine! Support me in the great defign, To fing of nappy ale. Some folks of cyder make a rout, _ And cyder’s well enough, no doubt, : When better liquors fail ; -But_wine, that’s richer, better ftill— E’en wine itfelf (deny’t who will) ~ Muft yield to nappy ale. Run, brandy, gin with choiceft fmack From Holland brought, Batavia ’rack,—= : All thefe will nought avail ; To cheer a truly Britifh heart, _ And lively fpirits to impart, i Like humming, nappy ale. ; Oh! whether thee I clofely hug In honefft can, or nut-brown jug, i: Or in the tankard—hail! In barrel or in bottle pent, | ‘I give the gen’rous fpirit vent,— vy Still may I feaft on ale. BALLAD, peer =e Alifia. O yon dark grove Alifia flew, Juft at th’ appointed hour, To meet the youth whofe bofom true Confefs’d her beauty’s pow’r. But chief when to the chearful glafs, From veffel pure thy ftreamlets pafs, ! Then moft thy charms prevail ; Then, then I'll bet, and take the odds That nedtar, drink of heathen gods, Was poor, compar’d to ale. Or fairer virtue give, Did on his face unrival’d glow, And in his bofom live. But not the charm of beauty’s flow’r, Or virtue’s fairer charm, Could in her father’s foul the pow’r Of avarice difarm. Give me a bumper— fill it up, See how it fparkles in the cup— Oh! how fhall I regale : Can any tafte this drink divine And then compare rum, brandy, wine, Or aught, to nappy ale. He bade the youth his manfion fly, And fcorn’d his ardent vow : ; And when the tears flow’d from his eye, He bade them fafter flow. Alifia with a bleeding mind Beheld the injur’d youth ; And vow’d in holy wedlock join’d, To crown at length his truth: Infpir’d by thee the warrior fights, The lover wooes, the poet writes, _ And pens the pleafing tale; And ftill in Britain’s ifle confeft, Nought animates the patriot’s breaft Like gen’rous nappy ale. Infpir’d by thee, fhall Crifpin fing, Or talk of freedom, church, and king, ’ And balance Europe’s {cale , ~ While his rich landlord lays out {chemes Of wealth, in golden South-fea dreams, . Th’ effects of nappy ale. “O bleft potation! ftill by thee, And thy companion, Liberty, Do health and mirth prevail ; “Then let us crown the ¢an, the glats, And fportive bid the minutes pals,— In quaffing nappy ale. | As fhe forfook her native feat, “© Farewell, ye fields fo fair ; “ May bleflings ftill my father meet !” She faid—and dropt a tear. Th’ oppreffion of a parent’s hand, A parent dead to fhame, In her meek breaft by virtue fann’d, Ne’er quench’d the filial flame. Now fafe fhe reach’d th’ appointed ground, Tho’ love was all her guide ; But abfent when the youth fhe found, She look’d around and figh’d. Each breeze that ruftled o’er the tree, Sooth’d for a fpace her {mart ; She fondly cried —* Oh, that is he!” While quickly beat her heart. The pleafing images of hope Night’s terrors now deform ; While on her mind.drear {cen ries ope; » And raife the mental florm. f On fome tude ftone fhe baw’d her head, All helplets and forlorn; Now ftarting from her rugged bed, She wifh’d the ling’rivng motna, | Julia. OFT mufic! let my humble lay ‘ Thy fweeteft accents move, While in delufive hope I ftray, To Julia and to love. That when to court the willing ftrain, ‘She tunes her graceful art, : Each trembling tone may breathe again, The figh that rends my heart. And fhould thy plaintive murmurs fleal A fympathetic tear, — ey Tn fond emotion then reveal, + Antonio fent thee here. All that fair virtue cou’d beftow, \ VR cant ae oS gue = With heavy heart I now unfold What th’ abfent youth befell + Who fierce befet, by ruffians Bol! Oppreis’d with numbers, fell : At length the morn difclos’d its ray, And calm’d Alifia’s fear ; She reftlefs took her oats way, Thro’ wilds unknowing where. Thus as fhe wander’d, wretched maid, To mis’ry doom’d! fhe found A naked corfe along the thade, And gafh’d with many a wound. Struck'to the foul at this dread feene, » All motionlefs fhe ftood ! To view the raven, bird obfcene ! Drink up the clotting blood. What horrors did her breaft invade, W hen as fhe nearer drew? The features that the raven fed, Her lover gave-to view. ‘With fhrieks ‘fhe rent th’ affrighted air; To tears had-fond recourfe ; With frantic hand now tore her hair, Now funk upon the corfe. Then throwing round a troubled glance, With madnefs’ ray inflam’d ; Beheld fome travellers aneanees To whom fhe thus exclaim’d : “ “Ye bafe, inhuman train, away ! “© What.urg’d you to this deed ? You've turn’d my gentle love to clay, “ And bade me forrow wed.” £ a «* Hark! hark! the raven flaps her wings— ‘She drinks his blood again— Ah ! now fhe feeds on my heart-ftrings,”— ** Oh Jefu! foothe my pain.” This fcene of woe what cou’d create The travellers admir’d; While fhrinking at the blow of fate, She with a groan expir’d. St Richard and Eliza. qn Britain’s happy ifle, there liv’d, Near Avon’s filver ftream, A paragon of conftancy, And Richard was his name. His manly form, his well-turn’d limbs, His heart without difguife, ‘His graceful mien, his fun-brown’d cheeks, Gave luftre to’his eyes. No gorget glitter’d on his breaft, No plume adorn’d hws head, The ruffet brown was all his drefs ; With toil he earn’d his bread. Near to his cot,-a widow dwelt, Contentment blefs’d each meal, Fortune had plac’d her lower than The hero of my tale. This youth with care, at morn and eve, Her little garden till’d, He fet, he fow’'d, tranfplanted, prun’d, ‘And ev’ry {pot he fill’d. A child fhehad whofe op’ning charms, Juft feeming to unfold, A beauteous maid, her perfon form’d In nature’s wewel mould. Young Richard’s care, at firft, was nought But tweet humanity ; Fliza’s charms at length difelos’d, His heart no lon Se Seee Oe > 473 BALLADS ancient anv MopERN, LEGENDARIES, Se." x . _ > ‘ aa ‘* . - © i) . a Nature and Fortune often jar, And feldom they concur To blefs one maid ; it now appear ‘4 Exemplitied in her. Fortune was envious to this maid, And ftrove to keep herpoor; : ; But Nature gave with lib’ral hané, 3 4. A part of all her ftore. ; rs A Such beauteous bloom as crowns i day, When vernal mornings break, Suffufing f{peads its orient blufh, So bloom’d her.damafk cheek. “Young Richard’s worth, his anxious wifh Obeying her command, “His care to ferve a parent dear, Her heart could not withftand. At length the happy day-was fix’d, Thefe lovers to unite; In church their names were duly call’d, Their hands and hearts to plight. When lo! fad news to Richard’s heart, Too true alas! ’twas faid, That beauty’s foe had feiz’d:upon The fair and lovely: maid. { Altho’ this noxious dire difeafe Had never touch’d his form, No reafons urg’d could him perfuade To leave the maid forlorn. Dread, fatal fymptoms foon appear’d, Then {poke the dying maid, “ O, Richard,” asthe gratp’d his hand, “Liye for. my:mother’s aid.” She fhall bemine!”’ the vouik saan “ A tender fon I’ll be, ‘ ‘ T’il flrive toumitigate her woes, «But foon mutt follow thee.” Each morn and eve was Richard found Near his Eliza’s grave, His cheeks grew wan, his afpect pale, *Till life he wifh’d to leave. "A god-like, true philanthropift, Whole gentle, gen’rous mind Would reafon down his fruitlefs griefs, And make him more refign’d. He call’d religion to his aid, Eliza’s laft requeft, heap His thoughts, his with, his future hopes . -Of happinefs and reft. | « You much miflake,” the youth reply’d, “ This world I Hit not leave, “Till I perform my facred vow ~ “ To her in yonder grave.” “ That done, no earthly charm fhall footh “ My aching, broken heart, «« My ipritefhall join Eliza’s, where *« We meet, no more to part.” Time’s lenient hand could not avail, Nor ev’n this friendly guide, He foar’d unto that flate where flood His love beatified. The very day he was of age, a is To the next town he goes, 2 And in due form bequeath ‘d his all, To eafe her mother’s woes. * He hied then to Eliza’ gprave,” + é * Icome, my love,” he dy’d; A few fhort day she linger’ d there, + Then pining, droop’d, and dy’d. Belfeft. . Tt , ae x Price, | ° : CHARMS OF MELODY. SIREN MEDLEY. The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, “‘Englith Language ; forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, - as Old Englith, trifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and To which will be added, a complete Index. all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth preferving, in the Political Songs; as wel} The Lafs of low Degree. TOW flow the ling’ring moments wear! : Ye hours, in pity {peed your flizht, Till Cheviot’s hills, fo freth and fair, _ Again fhall meet my longing fight ! Oh! then what rapture ’twill afford Once more thofe feenes belov’d to fee, ‘Where Percy’s hear: firft told its lord, He lov’d the lafs of low degree! No founding titles grac’d my name, No bounteous kinfman fwell’d my dower But Percy fought no high-born dame, Bat Percy fought not wealth or power: He fought a fond, a faithful heart, He found the heart he fought, in me; - He faw her pure and free from art, And lov’d the lafs of low degree. Thou dear Seducer of my Heart. From the Irith of “ Pourneen Deelifh Valma Ghree.” epee dear feducer of my heart, Fond caufe of ev’ry ftruggling figh ! No more can I conceal Love’s {mart, No more reftrain the ardent eye. What though this tongue did never move To tell thee all its maiter’s pain, _ My eves, my looks, have fpoke my iove ; ’ My charmer, fhall they fpeak in vain ? My fond imagination warm, Prefents thee at the noon-tide beam ; And fleep gives back thy angel form, To clafp thee in the midnight dream : Elvina, tho’ no fplendid ftore I boaft a venal heart to move; Yet, charmer, I am far from poor, For I am more than rich in love. Pulfe of my beating heart,* fhall all ‘ My hopes of thee and peace be fled! Unheeded wilt thou hear my fall? Unpity’d wilt thou fee me dead? Tl make a cradle of my breaft, Thy image all its child fhall be, _ My throbbing heart fhall rock to reft Thofe cares which wafle thy life and me. * This is a litera] Tranflation of Cufola ama Chree, It conveys a tendernefs fcarcely to be found in any modern Language. Love’s a gentle, gen’rous Paffion. Eeores a gentle, gen’rous paffion, Source of all fublime delight, When with mutual inclination, Two fond hearts in one unite, Two fond hearts, fc. What are titles, pomp and riches, If compar’d with true content ! That falfe joy which now bewitches, When obtain’d we may repent. When obtain’d, Ses Lawlefs paffion brings vexation, But a chafte and conftant love Is a glorious emulation Of the blifsful ftate above. = Of the blifsful, Fc. No Conftancy in Man. The following Song was written by Henry Laaes, the Friend of Milton, and the Compofer of the original Mufic of Comus, Bt ONE, begone thou perjur’d man, And never more return, For know that thy inconftancy Has chang’d my love to feorn; Thou has awak’d me, and I can See clearly—there’s no truth in man. ey My love to thee was chafte and pure, As is the morning dew, And ’twas alone like to endure Had’ft thou not prov’d untrue ; But I’m awak’d, and now I can See clearly—there’s no truth in man. Thou may’ft perhaps prevail upon Some other to believe thee, _ And fince thou can’ft love more than one, Ne’er think that it fhall grieve me; For th’haft awak’d me, and I can See clearly—there’s no truth in man. By thy apoftacy I find That loves plac’d amifs, And can’t continue in the mind Where virtue wanting is: I’m now refolv’d, and know there cau No conftant thought remain in man, PUBLISHED at N°: 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, Where the preceding Numbers can be had. a ‘The Marine Medley. As originally written by. G. A. Stevens, Aarr—“ Come, and liflen to my ditty.” OW fafe moor’d, with bow] before us, Meffmaies heave a hand with me, , Lend a brother failor’chorus, While he fings cur lives at fea: O’er the wide waye-fwelling ocean, ‘Lofs’d aloft, or tumbled low, As to fear, tis all a notion, When our time’s come, we muft go. ArR== Life is chequered.” Hark! the boatf{wain hoarfely bawling, By top-fail. fheets and haul-yards ftand, Down top-gallants, down be hauling, Down your ftay-fails, hand, boys, hand; _ Now:Set the braces, Don’t make wry faces, But the lee-top: fail theets let Bo ‘Starboard here, Larboard there, Turn your quid, Take a {wear, eNO Mer a VCs “FIRST AIR AGAIN. Oh, ye landmen, idly lying Ail along fide beauty’s charms, | Safe in foft beds, feas defying, Free from all but love’s alarms. While on billows, billows rolling, Death appears in every form, On no ladies laps we’re lollnig, No kind kifs can calm the ftorm. But loud peals on peals are clafhing, Through rift rocks the fhrill wind fhrieks; | -,, -Yn our eyes fierce lightnings flafhing, , ‘ Grech the fails,-and ftench the dees: ee Burfling clouds-upon us pouring, Black Oo erfpread the face of day, Burying feas in whirlpools roaring, Fiery flies the {parkling fpray. High the toffing tempeft heaves us, : ‘Tow’rds the Pole aloft we go, - While the clouds feem to receive us, Dreadful yawns the gulph below. In that dark deep, down, down, down, down, Down we fink from fight .of tky, By the fwell as inftant up thrown,— Har!:! what means yon difmal cry! O’er the lee, tw ae feet >bove deck,— A leak beneath the chefs-tree’s fp rung out— Call all hands to.clear the wreck. Quick the laniards cut in pieces, Come, my hearts, be ftout and bold; Plumb the well, the leak increafes— Four feet water’s in the hold. VYorfe and worfe, the wald winds tearing, ~ Warring waves around us foam, For the worft, while we’re preparing, Nature finks, and fighs for- home. There, our babes, perhaps are faying, In their little lifping firain, As round mothers’ knees they’re ye . “ Daddy foon will.come ¢ agains 4 £ in ‘ e se » eee ee Sas .. 4 s > AaP The fore-maft’s gone, yells fome fad tongue out, THE Re * oF am’. + aha ~ - ‘Pe MELODY. my ? me Prt _ Early onpepaking a wi Ss If'we muft die, why die we muff, ’Tis a birth in which all eae belay mun, ‘When our debt’s due, for Death won’t truft, ‘}hen all hands be ready to pay mun. As to life’s flriking its flag, never fear, Our cruize is olt, that’s all. my brother, In this world we’ve luff *d it up, thus, and no near, So let’s ep ee iy ynoteey rer AIR AGAIN. Overboard the guns be throwing, To the pumps come ev’ ry hand, See, her mizen-mait is going, On the lee beam lies the land. Rifing rocks appear before us, Hopeleis, yet for help we eat: ‘Ev’ry fea breaks tatal o’er_us, To the ftorm’s fell pow’r we fall. ‘Now difmay, with afpeét horrid, Swells each fleeplefs eye with tears: And defpair, with’ briftly forehead, On each bloodiefs face appears. Sadly ftill we wait the wave, boys !— O’erwhelming deas roll mountains high ; ‘The fwell comes on, our wat’ry grav & boys— + Hark! what means yondoleful cry +. ‘The leak we’ve found, it.cannot pour fall, We've lighten’d her a foot or more ; Up and rig a jury fore-maft, She rights, fhe rights, boys, wear off fhore Now, my_hearts, we’re fafe from finking, Wetil-again lead failors lives ; .Come, the can, boys, let’s be drinking To our fweethearts and our Wives. : *Paftora. ArR—“ Tweed Side? | mee in that gay time of the yeaq, When flowers enamel the green ; And birds with {weet notes glad the ear, ‘And flocks in gay paftures are feen. ‘Where Flora’s fair favourite {prung, A fhepherd refponding zeclin’d, _ And while of his love thus he fung, , A myrtle tuitain’d him behind. “ Paftora! oh! where art thou fled? “ Paftora! thou beauteous maid ! Thy face was with graces 0 verfpread. “ Thy looks were in fweetnefs array’d. | ee ~« Go mourn all ye woods, groves, and bow’ rg, -“ QO! let me once more fpeak her name; -“ To blefs me in this world you ‘came: ike “ Ye riv’lets and fountains lament! “ Forfake the fad green; O yedlow’rs, ait «Or, at leaft, fora time lofe your, feent! | . « Ye fhepherds to’ forrow’ incline ! a “ Ye {weet feather'd fongfters don’t fing ; «“ Let Phoebus forget now: to fhine, « And winter with fadnefs fwift bring. “«< . Ye nymphs that adorn the gay plain, “ With fadneis your faces o ‘erfpread, Let nothing but fadnefs remain, « For, oh !—-my Paftora is—dead! | as . ¢ o Sure Nature her aim wrong did take, “ An angel fhe fure was defign’d ; « And Fate, to correét the miftake, 6 40 folk her immortal, inclin’d. “ Paftora! aecept my laft figh! ‘ ia bl efs’d a. eee oe Lenstiee ic tf ‘i irs | Here awa Willie. > _ LJERE ‘awa, there awa,-here awa, Willie! . Ab Here awa, there awa, here awa hame. _ Lang have T fought thee, dear have I bought thee, Now [ ha’e gotten my Willie again. Thro’ the lang muir I have follow’d my Willie, Thro’ the lang muir I have follow’d him hame ; _ Whiate’er betide-us; nought thall devide us, Love now rewards all my forrows and pain. _ Here awa, there awa, here awa, Willie! : ‘Here awa, there awa, here away hame. _ Come, love, believe me, naething can grieve me, Ilka thing pleafes when Wallie’s at hame. > .. Bow the Head, thou Lily Fair. © ) DOW the head, thou lily fair, ie Bow the head.in mournful guife, » Sickly turn thy fhining whiye, _ _ Bend thy ftalk and never rife. Shed thy leaves thou lovely rofe, | Shed thy-leaves, fo fweet and gay; _ Strow;them wide on the cold earth, > Quickly let them fade away. ) For, alas! the gentle knot So foftly that did bind » My Emma, and her ‘fwain, ., Crvel Death has nowuntwin'd. /°Her head with haltf-clos’d eyes Bends upon her'breaft of fnow.; | Cold and faded are thofe cheeks % That wont -with:red to glow. Mute is that harfonious voice, _ ' That breath’d.the founds of love; _ And lifelefs are thofe limbs, i That with fuch grace did move; | And I of blifs bereft, Lone and fad muft ever moan ; Dead to all the world can give, Alivesto grief alone. — & | “‘Tink’ring Tom. x x: tink’ring Tom thro’ ftreets his trade did cry, Bh He faw his lovely Sylvia paffing by ; In duft cart high advanc’d, the nymph was plac’d, ~ With the rich cinders round her lovely waif: - Tom, with uplifted hand, th’ oceafion bleft, - .And thus, in foothing ftrains, the maid addreft. sO Sylvia, while you drive your cart, « To pick up-duft, you fteal our heart: -« You take up duft, and fteal our heart _ + That mine 1s gone, alas! is true, - °* And dwells among the duft with you, ~ «« And dwells among’ the duft with you. »e Ah ! lovely Sylvia; eafe my pain 5’ - «« Give me my heart, you flole, again 3 ~ <« Give me my heart, out of your cart; « Give me my heart, you flole, again.” " Sylvia, advanc’d above the rabble rout, _ Exulting roil’d her fparkling eyes about’; - .She heav’d her fwelling breaft, as black as floe, “And look’d difdain on little folks below : “To Tom the nodded, as the cart drew on; And then refolv’d to fpeak, fhe ery’d “ftop, John” « Shall I who ride above the reft, «Be by a paltry crovd oppreft? « Ambition now my foul does fire; « The youths fhall languith and admire, “ And ev’sy girl, with anxious heart, » * Shall long to ride in my duft cart, » “And ev'ry girl, with anxious heart, _ * Shall jong to ride ia my duft cart.” 1 pre a ine Pane sd. carer ener ep on NC A A DOT MAAR PI ER RE AP SS SC SCE Oh RASS PME CHARMS. OF -MELODYy; aqniina is Away to the Field. . Away to the field, fee the morning looks gay, And fweetly bedappled, forbodes a fine day; The hounds are all eager the {port to embrace, And carol aloud to be tied to the chafe. Then hark, in the morn, to the call-of the horn, And join with thejovial crew, — While the feafon-invites, with all its delights, The health-giving chafe to purfue. How charming the fight when Aurora firft dawns, To. fee the bright beagles fpread over the lawns, To welcome the fun now returning from reft, Their matins they chaunt as they merrily queft. Then hark, Se. But oh! how. each bofom with tran{port it fills, ‘To flart juft as Phoebus peeps over the hills; ‘While joyous from valley to valley refounds. The fhout of the hunters and.cry of the hounds. Then hark, Sc. See how the brave hunters, with courage elate, Fly ledges or ditches, or top the barr’d gate 5 Eorne by their fwift courfers no. danger they fear, And gives to the winds all vexation and care. Then hark, &c- Ye cits, for the chafe, quitsthe joys of the town, And fcorn the dull pleafure of fleeping in down 5 Uncertain-their toil, or for honour or wealth, Ours fill is repaid with contentment and health. Then hark, Ge. ‘OLD BALLADS. \ seh Etlwin cane Etiehn de: vee OE “parting kifs, my Ethelinde,” Young Edwin fault’ring cried, - T hear thy father’s hafty tread, | ““ Nor longer muft I ’bide. -« To-morrow’s eve, in yonder wood, “ Beneath the well-known tree, -« Say, wilt thou meet thine own crue love, ~ « Whofe heart’s delight’s in thee.” ‘She clafp’d the dear beloved youth, And figh’d, and dropt a'tear, -cs Whate’er betide, my only love, « Tl] furely meet thee there.” They kifs, they part, a lift’ning page, To malice ever bent,’ | O’erheard their talk, and to his lord Reveal’d their fond intent. The baron’s brow grew pale with frowns, i And rage diftain’d his cheek, + -« Fleavens ! fhall a vaffal fhepherd dare, «< My daughter’s love to feek. io -« But know, rafh boy, thy bold attempt « Full forely fhalt thou rue: Nor e’er again, ignoble maid, ‘© Shalt thou thy lover view.” “The dews of evening faft did fall, And darknefs {pread apace, “When Ethelinde, with weeping breatt, Flew to th’ appointed place. With eager eye fhe look around, > 'No Edwin there was feen; « He was not won't to break his faith; «“ What can his abfence mean?” > z= ‘ ’ 176 BALLADS ANcigNT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, &c. Her heart beat thick at ev’ry noife, Fach ruftling thro’ the wood, And now, fhe travers’d quick the ground, And now fhe liftning ftood. Enlivening hope and chilling fear, By turns her bofom fhare, And now, fhe calls upon his name, Now, weeps in fad defpair. ‘Mean time the day’s laft glimm’ring fled, And black’ning all the fky, A hideous tempeft dreadful rofe, And thunders roll’d on high. Poor Ethelinde, aghaft, difmay’d, Beholds with dread affright The threat’ning fky, the lonely wood, And horrors of the night. «¢ Where art thou now, my Edwin dear? “ Thy friendly aid I want; “ Ah me! my boding heart foretells “ That aid thou canft not grant.” Thus rack’d with pangs, and beat with ftorms, Confus’d and loft fhe roves, Now looks to heav’n with eager pray’r, Now calls on him fhe loves. At length, a diftant taper’s ray Struck beaming on her fight, Thro’ brakes fhe guides her fainting fteps js Towards the welcome light. An aged hermit peaceful dwelt In this fequefter’d wild ; Calm-goodnefs fat upon his brow, His words were foft and mild. He op’d his hofpitable door, And much admiring view’d The tender virgin’s graceful form, Dath’d by the tempeft rude. « Welcome, fair maid, whoe’er thou art, “ To this warm -thelter’d-cell; “ Here reft fecure thy wearied feet ; “Here peace and fafety dwell.” He faw the heart-wrung ftarting tear, And gently fought to know, With kindeft pity’s foothing looks, The ftory of her woe. Scarce had fhe told her mournful tale, When ftruck with dread they hear Voices confus’d, with: dying groans, The call approaching near. - “© Help, father, help,” they loudly cry, « A wretch here bleeds to death ; * Some cordial balfam quickly give, * To ftay his parting breath.” All deadly pale they lay him down, And gafh’d with many a wound, When, woeful fight, *twas Edwin’s felf Lay bleeding on the ground. With frantic grief, poor Ethelinde Befidé his body falls; “ Lift up thy eyes, my Edwin dear, . « ?Tis Ethelinde that calls.” That much-lov’d found recalls his life, He lifts his clofing eyes, And feebly murm’ring out her name, He gafps, he faints, he dies. Stupid awhile, in dumb defpair, She gaz’d on Edwin dead ; Dim grew her eyes, her lips turn’d pale, And life’s warm fpirit fled. Ealy John, the contented Cuckold, _ OR THE LANCASHIRE WITCHES. S I was fearching the records Of ancient nobles, dukes and lords, A pleafant jeft came to my fight, The which I am refolv’d to write. When queen Elizabeth did reign, Her loving fubjeéts did complain, That witches had fo much encreas’d, As did much harm to man and beaft ; Efpecially in Laneafhire ;— Which when our gracious queen did hear, She fent her judges forth with {peed To try them for each wicked deed. Old women with their lantern jaws, Altho’ they had no other caufe, Were all arraign’d for witches them, For being threefcore years and ten. In Lancafhire there liv’d a man, Whom all folks called Eafy John; He had a little teat® or two, Which underneath his arm-pit grew : » So, fearing that he was a witch, His loving wife he did befeech, That the’d be pleas’d to let him go, To fee ifhe was a witch or no. She gave confent ; he went his way, And travell’d hard both might and day, O’er hill and dale he weary patft, Until he came to court at laft. \ They made him room ; for why, they thought He had fome information brought ; ars *« Speak up, good man, and do not fear; | “ What you defire we will hear :” * Full fourfcere miles and more I came, “ Until my @et-are almoft lame ; “‘ So pray tell me, before I go, *« Tf you think I’m a witch, or no.” The judges laughed heartily, And th’ crier made him this reply, “ “ You are,” faid he, and kick’d his breech; “« More like an old cuckold than a witch.” “J thank you all” the old man cry’d, “ Henceforth I fhall reft fatisfy’d, “ Since I am no witch at all, “« But an old cuckold, and that is all. ‘“ T’ll home to honeft Joan, my wife, «* ‘The joy and comfort of my life ;” She met him with a merry cheer, Crying, “ your welcome home, my dear: “ Pray what did thofe learn’d judges fay; ““ Are you a witch or no, | pray t” “ As foon as e’er they faw my face, “ The told me in a little fpace, “ That I was no witch at all, _ “ But an old cuckold, and that was all.” “« Sure, hufband, thefe learn’d judges are “« As bad as any witches here ; * Or how could they fo cunning be, « To know-that I had cuckol’d thee ?” “ Ah, wife, they may fay what they pleafe, “ Henceforth i’ll fet my mind at eafe; _ “ So bring me a jug of good ale, for why, “ Tam no witch, and fo what care I ?” 4 * A Teat under the Arm was called a Witchpap, agd was 4 held as a fure Mark that the Wearer was a Witch, ¢ ° 2 ww - e “ ee’ bia ade bs Silat 2 we. Se rs ee ee roe i: ae - a) ae Ye a re 7 a a) t § vt thee - tut War / ity i One Penny, / CHARMS OF MELODY, SRE No MED LD EY. “The Plan of the Publither is to. embody in ene Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth preferving, in the > Faglith Language ; forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; as well ' as Old Englith, Ivifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. To. which willbe added, a complete Index. f Whack, my dear Whack. LA RRAH Paddy’s my name, and:as comély a lad __ As ever fung Whack at the end of a fong, _ When pive me a bufs, it will make.my heart glad, Dear Mary, to thee. My the Mufes ne’er fmileby the light of the ) un, Yet they vifit my.cot/when my labour is done, And [ll love and fing Whack, honey, all the day a long, Yes, Whack, my dear, Whack, Whack, my dear, ‘Whack, -Whack, my dear, Whack, my dear, all the day long, ‘Love and Whack isthe fame in-an Irifhman’s ' fong. _Botheration be eafy I’m dying for love of ye, I can’t fleep for grumbling out the old fong, IT’ve.a pain in heart,yet that pain it fo pleafes me, IT love, dream, and cry Whack, my dear, all the night long. Ves, Whack, my deag, Fe. \ ‘In the land of Kilkenny the laffes ran after me, ‘Plaguing and pulling me all the day long, ind the good wives and widows were always a teaz- ing me, To play the lalt ftave-of my good Irith fone. ‘That 2s, Whack, my dear, Ec. Ble were the Hours. "QXLEST were the hours in which I ftray’d, ; When evening gales refrefh’d the grove, ‘Beneath a poplar’s pleafing fhade, I liften’d to his vows of love : But when the moon reveal’d her beams, '. I figh’d to bid my. love adieu ; I faw his image in my dreams, It told me, all his vows were true. ‘Ye pleafing-vifions, {weet and fair, Ah happy dreams, where are you now't All vanifh’d and diffolv’d in air, _ Juft like the faithlefs fhepherd’s vow. The rofy morn, the évening pale, I heed not now, thefe hours are paft, And the once pleafing ummer’s gale Is cheerlefs as the wintry blaft. — ee ee a ee PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin; - “Where the preceding Numbers may be had. find whilft on my pillow of ftraw I recline, A wreath of {weet flow’rets they fportively twine; _ But in vain the fair damfels weave chaplets forme, Since my heart is devoted, dear Mary, to thee. . Dear Mary, Fev ‘Full oft I reflect on my. indigent ftate, But reflection and reafon are-ever too late; They tell me I figh for too beauteous a fair, And fill my fad bofom with doubt and defpair, ‘Then Hope kindly {miling averts their decree, | For my heart zs devoted, dear Mary, to thee. | Dear Mary, Fe. When the fhrill pipe and tabor proclaim the light dance, With tranfport I fee my dear Mary advance, Then fuch grace fhe.difplays, while fhe trips *mid the throng, - That each fhepherd, with rapture, to her tunes his fong, But by none fhe’s belov’d with fuch truth as by me, ‘For my heart is devoted, dear Mary, to thee. 4 Dear Mary, Se.’ Hark! ’tis I 7 SUNG IN “ THE MAED OF THE MILL.” FYARK! ’tis-I, your-own true lover, After walking three long miles. ‘ Oneal look, at leaft, difcover; Come, and {peak a word to Giles. You alone my heart I fix on, Ah! you little cunning vixen! T can fee your:roguifh {miles. Addflids! my mind is fo poffeft, *Till we’re {ped I fhan’t have reft ; Only fay the thing’s a bargain, Here, an you like it, Ready to ftrike it, 7 ‘There's at once an end of arguing : I am her’s,:fhe is mine ; Thus we feal, and thus we fing. s ARES SA ee " . m a Te, ee ea, So? © an | 34,8 _THE CHARMS OF MELODY. | 1 & ad The County of Limerick Buck Hunt. BY your leave, Larry Grogan, Enough has been fpoken, It’s time to give over your fonnet, your fonnet ; Come liften to mine, fir, Much truer than thine, fir, For thefe very eyes were upon it, upon it. — It is of a buck flain This very campaign, To let him live longer, ‘twere pity, ’twere pity ; For head and for branches, For fat and for haunches, Exceeded the mayor of a city, a city. A counfel affembled, (Who’d:think but he trembled) ‘OF lads of good fpirit, well mounted, well mounted, Each his whip and cap on, * And fpurs made at Rippon,* The number full twenty,well counted,well counted, But-in legs he confiding, fli efforts deriding ; dte thought himfelf fafe as in bed, fir, in bed, fir, With a bounce off he goes, And tofs’d up-his nofe ; But Ringwood cry’d “ lord help your head, fir, your shead, fir.” * Off {cores we went bounding, Sweet horns were founding, Each youth fill’d the air with a whoop and a ~halloo ; Dubourg,.were he there, Such fweet mufic to hear, Would leave his Cremona} and follow, and follow, Knockdarky, Knockainy, And hills twice as many ; We fcamper’d o’er fione walls, o’er hedges, o’er “There was fweet Sally-Curry,. And Singleton Cherry, _ a Mits Croker, Mifs Bligh, and Mifs Pritty, Mifs Pritty,’ With lovely Mifs Pierce, That fubjedt of verfe, © W ho thall ne’er be forgot in my ditty, my ditty ; With numberlefs more, From fifteen:to afcore,§ ‘ si O had you but feen them together, together, Such charms you’d difcover, a4 You’d pity the Louvre} And look.on St. James’ as a feather, a feather. The man of the houfe, And his beautiful dpoufe, May they live to give claret and yenifon, venifon. And may honeft Med, ‘There’s no mare to be faid, | Ne’er want the beggar’s old benifon, benifon. Long profper that county, The ftore-houfe of plenty, W here thus we indulge and make merry, make merry » For jovial as we are | | We puff away all care, : To poor bufy Robin and Fleury, and Fleury. §. Alluding to the Age of the Ladies. Tt The Beauties at the Court of France and England. Sir Robert Walpole and Cardina| Fleury,—one the Prime Minifter of the Court of England, the other of that of France, atthe time this Ballad was wrote. “DP U-EsT. W HEN Phoebus the tops of the hills does adorn, How {weet is the found of the echoing horn! When the antling ftag is rouz’d by the found, | Erecting his ears, nimbly {weeps o’er the ground, And thinks he has left.us behind on the plain ; a" ' ni ~.. . ditches; But full we purfue—and now come in view * » ie He fkimm’d o’er the grounds, OF the glorious game. | _» < , But to baffle our hounds, ‘ O, fee! how again he rears up/his head, “ ‘Wasne’er yet in any buck’s breeches,buck’s breeches _ Four hours he held out, Moft furprifingly ftout, ?Till at length to his fate he fubmitted, fubmitted; His throat being cut up, Khe poor culprit put up, “To the place whence he came was remitted, remitted ‘A place moft enchanting, Where nothing was wanting, That poor‘hungry huntfmen could with for, could with for, Of delicate fare, (Tho’ numbers were there) Yet for ev’ry man was a dith for, a dith for. We fell to with fury, Like a long famifh’d jury, j Nor ftaid we for grace to our dinner, our dinner, The butler a {weating, The knives all a whetting, The edge of each ftomach was keener, was keener. The bumpers went round, With a beautiful found, ‘Clink, clink, like fweet bells, went the glaffes, the glaffes, We difpatch’d Queen and King, And each other fine thing, ‘To bumper the beautiful laffes, fweet laffes. * A Town famous for making Spurs. t A Place in Italy where the beft Fiddles are made—here put . for the Fiddle of the celebrated Mr. -Dubourg. ; v ' At firft in the chace have with honour appear’d. 4 na with fear, he redoubles his {peed : But, oh! ‘tis in vain, *tis in vain that he flies — That his eyes lofe the huntfmen, his ears lofe the’ cries, For now his ftrength fails him, he heavily flies, And he pants, till, with well-{fcented hounds furrounded, he dies. . ‘Tontaron, founds the Horn. HAks hark, how the foreft refounds with the ‘ chace, J The mufical hounds and the merry ton’d horn, . Health, rofy health, blooms afrefh in each face, _ And Aurora’s bright beams the gay meadows adorn. What mufic abounding, ‘4 While echo refounding, 3 Tontaron, tontaron, tontaron, founds the horn. % fé a For ages long paft has the chace been renown’d, — By the wifeft, the nobleft, the greateft rever’d, 4 And thofe who’ve in battle with conqueft been crown’d, ah) With mufic abounding, While echo refounding, , Tontaron, tontaron, tontaron, founds the horn. _ . / Then boys, let’s away, when the feafon invites, And brufh by the dews of the ruddy fac’d morn, — To fhare in thefe noble and healthful delights, Which the hunters with vigour and glory adorn. — . Sweet mufic abounding, % While echo refounding, : ‘Tontaron, tontaron, tontaron, founds the hora. a ; The World, my dear Myra. "Tue world) my dear Myra, if full of deceit, . And fyiendfhip’s a jewel we feldom can meet ; How ftrange does it feem, that in fearching around, . ‘This fource of content is fo rare to ‘be found? ‘Oh, Friendfhip! thou balm, and rich fweetner of life, Kind parent of eafe, and. compofer of ftrife; _ Without thee, alas! what are riches and power, _ But empty delufion, the joys of an hour? How much to be priz’d and efteem’d is a friend ‘On whom we may always with fafety depend? . ‘Our joys, when extended, will always increafe; And griefs, when divided, are hufh’d into peace; _ When fortune is {miling what crouds will appear ‘Pheir kindnefs to offer, and friendfhip fincere ; ‘Yet change but the pro{pect, and point out diftrefs; No. longer to court you they eagerly prefs. / 1 Janthe, the lovely. FANTHE, the lovely, the joy of the fwain, 4 By Iphis.was lov’d, and lov’d Iphis again, aShe liv’d.in the youth, and the youth in the fair, ‘Their pleafure was equal and equal their care, » No time nor enjoyment, their fondnefs withdrew, Dut the longer taey liv’d, ftill fonder they grew. A. paffion fo happy alarm’d all the plain, Some envy’d the nymph, but more envy’d the fwain, Some {wore *twere a pity their loves to invade, Ey 7 “Phat the lovers alone'for each other was made, But all have confented, that none ever knew A nymph yet fo kind, or a.fhepherd fo true. ‘Love faw them with pleafure, and vow’d to take care Of the faithful, the tender, the innocent pair, ‘What either did want, he bid either to move, But they wanted nothing, but ever to love, ‘Said “twas all that.to blefs them, his god-head. could do, “That they fill might be kind, and {till might be true: ‘Lam a poor Shepherd undone. | q AM. a poor fhepherd undone, : And cannot be cured by art; ‘For anymph as bright as the fun, Has ftole away my heart; And how to. get it again There’s none but fhe can tell, To cure me of my pain, By faying fhe loves me well. And, alas, poor fhepherd! alack anda well-a-day, Before I was.in love, Oh! every month was May. ‘Tf to love fhe fhould not incline, I told her I’d die in an hour, "To die, fays fhe, ’tis in thine, But to love ’tis not in my power ; J afk’d her the reafon why She could not of me approve ; She faid ’twas a tafk too hard To give any reafon for love. And Yas, &c. She afk’d me of my eftate, I told her a flock. of fheep, ‘The grafs whereon they graze, Where fhe and I might fleep; ‘Befides a good ten pounds, In old King Harry’s groats, With hooks and crooks abound, _ Alnd birds of fundry notes. Ana alas, 8c - THE CHARMS OF MELODY. 4 Sf \ The Sold. : ae plague of one’s life Is furely a wife; Who trl is fomenting of evil : From morning to night, — All is wrong, nothing right, A fcold is fure worfe than the devil. When I firft gave.a kifs, I thought that each blifs Was center’d in {weet pretty Mary ; But now I am wed, ©! I with I was dead; Her temper I find the contrary. Let me fay what I will, Her tongue won't lay ftill, Like the clack of a mill it is going; If I ftop up my ears, In a rage fhe appears, And more ‘hot then her paffion is glowing. IfI go, or I flay, At home, or away, Bach: ferves-her alike for a-riet; Tho’ a foe to all firife, Such a devil’s my wife, ‘She never will let me‘be quiet. BALLAD. —-__—. Se The Bridal Bed. T T was a maid of low deutes S at on her true love’s grave, And with her tears moft -piteoufly The green turf fhe did lave; } She ftrew’d the flow’r, fhe pluck’d the weed, And fhow’rs of tears fhe fhed : ‘ Sweet turf,” fhe cry’d, “ by fate decreed “ To. be my bridal bed! «8 T’ve fet thee, flow’r, for that the flow’r “© Of manhood lyeth here ; ‘ And water’d thee with plenteous fhow’r “© Of many a briny tear.” “ ‘And full -the cry’d, “ O ftay, my love, «« My true love, ftay for me; « Stay till I’ve deck’d my bridal bed, « And I will follow thee. 6 n I pluck’d thee, weed, for that no weed ‘« Did in his bofom grow ; ‘& But fweeteft flow’rs, from virtue’s feed, *“ Did there {pontaneous blow: But ah! their beauteous tints, no more “ Their balmy fragrance ‘fhed, And I muft ftrew this meaner flow’s, * To deck my bridal bed. a é a 6 e Sweet turf, thy green more green appears, « Tears make thy verdure grow; Then ftill V’ll water thee with-tears, « ‘That thus profufely flow. “ Oh flay for me, departed youth, “ My true-love, flay for me; Stay till I’ve deck’d my bridal bed, “ And J will follow thee. ; ¢ n 6 - G a This is the flow’ry wreath he wove, “ To deck his bride, dear youth! And this the ring with which my love “ To me did plight his troth ; And this dear sing I was to keep, “© And with it to be wed -¢ But here, alas !‘I figh and weep. “To deck my bridal bed.” g ao o a79 * - - 180 BALLADS ancient ann Mopern, LEGENDARIES, Se, A blithfome knight-came riding by, ~ And as the bright:moon fhone, He faw her on the green turf lie, And heard her piteous moan ; For loud fhé cry’d, ‘Oh ftay my love, “ My true-love, ftay for me ; ** Stay till I’ve deck’d my bridal bed, * And I will follow thee.” “Oh fay,” hecry’d, “ fair maiden, fay, “ What caufe doth work thy woe, “ That ona cold grave thou doft lay, * And faft thy tears o’erflow.” “Oh! I have caufe to weep for woe, “ For my true-love is dead ; «“ And thus, while faft my tears o’erflow, * J deck my bridal bed.” “ Be calm, fair maid,” the knight zeply’d, « Thou art too young to die ; «* But go with me, and be my bride, “ And leave the-old to figh’”— But ftill fhe cry’d, «« Oh ftay, my love, “« My true-love ftay for me; “+ Stay tilb-TPy-decke'my bridal-bed, “ And I will follow thee.” , & Oh leave,” he cry’d, ‘“ this grief fo cold, « And leave this dread defpair, « And thou fhalt flaunt in robes of gold, “A lady rich and fair: Thou fhalt haye halls and caftles fair ; «« And when, fweet maid, we wed, “Oh thou fhalt have much coftly gear, “To deck thy. bridal bed.” Oh-hold thy peace, thou cruel knight, ‘© Nor urge meto defpair; « With thee my troth I will not plight, “ For all thy proffers fair : But I will die with my true-love— “ My true-love fay forme; — Stay till I’ve deck’d my bridal bed, * And I will follow thee, Thy halls and caftles I defpife, “ This turf is all J crave; 4¢ For all my hopes, and all.my joys, *« Lie buried in this grave: | * T want not gold, nor coftly gear, “ Now my true-love is dead ; “ The fading flow’r and fealding tear . Shall deck my bridal bed.” “ Oh! be my bride, thou weeping fair, “Oh! be my bride, I pray ; « And I will build a tomb moft rare, « Where thy true-love fhall lay :” But ftill with tears, fhe cry’d, “ my love, “« My true-love, ftay for me; J * Stay till I’ve deck’d my bridal bed, “ And'I will follow thee. My love needs not atomb fo rare, “In a green grave we'll lie; - Our carved works—thefe flow’rets fair, «* Our canopy—the fky. * Now go, fir knight, now go-thy ways— “ Full foon I thall be dead— ** And then return, in fome few days, ** And deck my.bridal bed. * And ftrew the flow’r, aud pluck the thorn, ‘‘ And cleanfe the turf, I pray ; “* So may fome hand thy turf adorn, “ When thou in grave fhalt lay, #¢ But ftay, oh thou whom dear I love, “ My true-love, ftay for me; “ Stay till I’ve deck’d my bridal bed, ** And I will follow thee” § w < wo & . 6 n < o 6 . -* > . — — ie | “No, maid, I will not go my ways, At Nor leave thee here alone; « Nor while defpair upon thee preys, “ Neglect thy woeful moan : a * But I will ftay and fhare thy woe, «© My tears with thine T’ll fhed; ** And help to pluck the flow’r, and ftrew | ; © O’er thy fad bridal bed.” ; . i; ‘Now from the church.came forth the prieft, His midnight chaunt was done, And-much the haplefs maid he preft - To ceafe her piteous moan : For ftill the-cry’d, “* Oh ftay my love, “« My true-love, ftay for me; “* Stay till I’ve deck’d my bridal bed, * And I will follow thee.” “ Oh! kneel with me,” he cry’d, “dear maid, “ Oh! kneel in holy prayer; “ Haply, kind heaven may fend thee-aid, ** And footh thy dread defpair.”” — «I blame not heav’n,” the maid reply’d, « But mourn my true-love dead ; © And on his green grave I will bide, “ For ‘tis ty bridal bed.” The haplefs.maid knelt down, for fear That holy prieft.fhould blame ; But ftill with every hallow’d prayer, She figh’d her true-love’s name ; And foftly cry’d, “Oh flay, my love, «« My true-love, ftay for me, “ Stay till I’ve deck’d my bridal bed, “« And J will follow thee.” “ Enough, enough, thou fore-try’d dear!” The weeping knight exclaim’d ; “Enough I’ve try’d thee, matchlefs fair, “ And be the.tryal blam’d : I ath thy love, thy own-true-love, “« And Tamcometowed; | Nor fhall this turf thy green grave prove, “ Nor be-thy bridal bed. “I ama knight of noble name, « And thou of low degree ; — ‘« So like a fhepherd poor I-came, “ To prove thy conftancy.” But the, with woeforlorn, ftill cry’d, “My true-love, ftay-for me ; £¢ ae “ Stay till I’ve deck’d my bridal bed, “And I will follow thee.” Again, “ enough, thou fore-try’d maid!” The knightsin tears exclaim’d ; *¢ See at thy feet thy true-love laid, “ Of ail his guile afham’d, Forgive me, maid—my love now prove— “ And let us'inftant wed; ie And thou with tears of joy, my-love, © * Shalt deck thy bridal bed.” And art thou him?” exclaim’d the maid, { « And doft thou live ?” fhe cry’d: ~~ Too cruel love !”—fhe faintly fay’d— ~ ~ Then wrung his hand—and dy’d— Stay,” cry’d the knight, all woe-begone, © Now ftay, my love, for me; d Stay till I’ve deck’d our bridal bed, ll « And I will follow thee.’ . : In vain the prieft, with holy lore, By turns did footh and chide; The knight, diftracted, wept full fore, And on the green.turf dy’d— And underneath (may heav’n them fave !) : The lovers both were laid ; 3 4 And thus, in truth, the green tuft grave ; Decame.their bridal bed, IG ae a « n ° ‘ . CHARMS OF M - -"The-Plan of the Pablither isto embody in one Grand: Folio‘Volume, 4 One Penny. roa Saugd e ELODY, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language, worth preferving—forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love,’Sentimental,War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political a Songs; as wéll as Old Englith, Irith, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. Johnny with his Shoulder-Knot. FOUN tript up the fairs by night, ’ Heigh-ho! to Betty got; John tript up the ftairs by night, Dlyly without candle light ; ie ‘Gries Bet, “¢ who’s there ?” 4 «© "Tis I, my dear, # Johnny with his fhoulder knot?” What did foolith Betty do? » Heigh-ho! -fhe knew not what.; What did foolith Betty do? Lifts the\latch, and inhe flew; 0 “When he kifs’d, i ‘Could fhe refift Johnny and his fhoulder knot? Madam Maudlin foon'‘found out, _ Heigh:ho! poor.Betty’s lot ; Madam Maudlin foon ‘found out, * What’s this,” ‘fays fhe, “‘ you’ve been about ?” | ‘Betty cries, — _. .. And wipes her eyes, — * The deuce was in his fhoulder knot!” ‘Megan-oh! oh! Megan-Ee! Bt Sung in The Caftle-Spect ye. BEEP you, or wake you, lady bright, KR Sing Megan-oh! Oh! Megan-Ke! Now is the fitteft time for flight. _ Sing Megan-oh! Oh! Megan-Ee! Know, from your tyrant father’s power, Beneath the window of your tower, A. boat now waits.to fet you free : ‘Sing Megan-oh! Oh! Megan-He! “Sing Megan-oh! Oh! Megan-Ee’! Tho’ deep the ftream, tho” high the wall, Sing Megan-oh! Oh! Megan Ee! The danger, truft me, love, is imall ; Sing Megan-oh! Oh! Megan-Ee! Lo fpring below then never dread: My arms to catch you-fhall be {preat; And far from hence you foon:fhall be. , _Sing Megan-oh, Ec. \ Pair Emma huth’d her ‘heart’s alarms} ‘Sing Megan-oh! Oh! Megan-Ee! She f{prang into her lover’s arms ; Sing Megan oh! ‘Oh! Megan-Ee! Jnhurt fhe-fell ; then fwitt its way The boat purfu’d without delay, Nith Emma plac’d on Edgat’s knee. we Phe Sing Megan-oh! Ge. To which will be added,.a complete Index. Ben Bow/prit, of Wapping. RBrX -Bowfprit I am, and a true bonny ‘boy: ‘ Pull away! pull away:! fo:funny ; And was always.the firft for to pipe, hands a-hoy When the‘fignal was out to be funny. Iocan weather all feas, like.a good jolly dog, With the beft he that ever went hopping ; ‘But the ocean for me, is the ocean of grog, Pull away! pull away! pull away ! Pull—tI fay, What d’ye think of Ben Bow{prit, of Wapping ? My grand-father bulg’d with a freighting of flip, Pull away! pull away! fo frifky ! Old Davy contriv’d my dad’s.cable to flip, One day when o’erladen with whifkey. My wife’s chriftian name it: was Brandy=fac’d Nan, The Native, to Nick fent her hopping; So the family caufe I’ll-fupport while I can, Pull away, Ee. Avait, don’t fuppofe [have launch’d-out a lie, Pull away! pull away! fo groggy! Don’t you fee in the fervice I’ve bung’d yp one eye, _ And t’other I own is rather’fogegy ; Then to fland on I’ve feareely a leg left, d’ye mind, And fhould Death t’other day-light be topping, The worft you can fay is, I’ve drunk till I’m blind, Pull away, Sc Dibdin, gun ee i — es Ever remember me. Compofed by Storace, for his Opera of ©The Pivates:* ‘ X J HEN you fhall hear the found of joy, WV _ Beating the floor with ruftic dance, Silent the lift’ning ear employ, But do not yet too quick advance; Slowly, foftly, foftly creep, Untill yon light you fee, And while the anxious watch you keep, Still ever remember me Careful the winding path explore, Left in the tangled break you ftray, | Then think of her whom you adore, To chear the dark.and weary way; And foftiy, flowiy, foftly creep, Until yon light you fee, And while the anxious watch you keep,’ Still ever remember me. PUBLISHED at N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, | Where the-preceding Numbers can be had, ~ -Colin’s Complaint. sf aD BY NICHOLAS ROWE, ESQ.* ~~ ar.—“* Grim King of the Ghofts.” ’ Des befide a clear ftream, A Shepherd forfaken was laid, And whilft a falfe nymph was his theme, A willow fupported his head ; The wind that blew over the plain To his fighs with a figh did reply, And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by. © Alas! filly fwain that I was,” Thus fadly complaining he cry’d; When firft I beheld that fair tace, “« *T were better by far I had dy’ds She talk’d, and I blefs’d the dear tongue, «¢ When fhe {mil’d, ’twas a pleafure too great; “ T liften’d,-and cry’d, when fhe fung, “ Was nightingale ever fo {weet ¢ £ ~ ‘ n «“ How foolith was I to believe «« She could doat on fo lowly a clown; «“ Or that her fond heart would not grieve « To forfake the fine folks of the town! «“ To think that a beauty fo gay, “-So-kind and fo conftant would prove ; To go clad like our maidens in gray, « And live in a cottage on love! 6 «© What tho’ I have {kill to complain, « Tho’ the mufes my temples have crown’d:! «« What tho’, when they hear my foft ftrain, « The virgins fit weeping around: « Ah! Colin, thy hopes are in vain, «: Thy pipe and thy laurel refign ; « Thy fair one inclines to a fwain, “ Whofe mufic is fweeter than thine. “ And you my companions fo dear, «“ Who forrow to fee me betray’d, « Whatever I fuffer, forbear, «« Forbear to accufe the falfe maid ; ‘ Tho’ thro’ the wide world I fhould range, « *Tis in vain from my fortune to fly ; “’Twas her’s to be falfe and to change, «“ *Twas mine to be conftant and die. - 6 o If while my hard fate I fuftain, “In het breaft any pity be found, « Let her come with the nymphs of the plain, “ And fee me laid low in the ground. The daft humble boon that I crave, “ Ts to fhade me with cyprefs and yew; And when fhe looks down on my grave, « Let her own that her fhepherd was true. ra - *- ~ * Then to‘her new love let‘her go, “ And deck her in golden array, “ Be fineft at every fine fhow, « And frolic it all the long day* While Colin, forgotten and gone, “ No more fhall be heard of, or feen, Unlefs, when beneath the pale moon, “ His ghoft fhall glide over the green.” ~ * The Avthor, in this beautiful and pathetic Ballad, alludes to his own fituation with the Countefs Dowager of J7¥arwick, and to bis fuccefSful rival, Mr. difon.. ono | Po LA ee . | Al ae” ; tas winds, to whom Colin complains ~ “‘Anfwer to Colin’s Compl wef In ditties fo fad and fo fweet, Believe me, the fhepherd but feigns He’s wretched, to fhew he has wit: No charmer like Colin can move, ‘ And this is fome pretty mew art; _ te Ah! Colin’s a juggler in love, Bide od And likes to play tricks with my heart. Ko When he will, he can figh and look pale, Seem doleful and alter his face; Can.tremble and alter hisitale : But Colin is ever at peace— The willow my rover prefers To the breaft where he once begg’d to lie, And the ftreams that he {wells with his tears, Are rivals belov’d more than 1. His head my fond*bofom would bear, And my heart would foon beat him to teft, Let the fwain that is flighted defpair; ] But Colin is only in jelt. No death the deceiver defigns ; Let the maid that is ruin’d defpair; For Coli but dies in his lines, And gives himfelf that modith air. Can fhepherds bred far from the court, So wittily talk of their flame? But Colin makes paffion his {port ; Beware of fo fatal a game: My voice of no mufic cap boaft, Nor my perfon of ought that is fine; Put Colin may find, to his coft, A face that is fairer than.mine. Ab! then I will break my lov’d crook, | ‘Lo thee I’ll-bequeath all my fheep ; And die in the much favour’d brook, Where thou but pretendeft to weep: Then mourn the fad fate that you gave, In fonnets fo fmooth and divine ; Perhaps I may rife from my grave, To hear fuch foft mufic.as thine. Of the violet, daify and. rofe, The hearts-eafe, the lily, and pink, Let thy fingers a garland compofe, And croyn’d by the rivulet’s brink: How oft, my dear fwain, did I fwear, How much my fond foul did admire Thy verfes, thy fhape, and thy air, Tho’ deck’d in thy rural attire. Your fheep-hook you rul’d with fuch art, That all your fmali fubjeéts obey’d ; And ftill you reign’d*king of this-heart, Whofe paffion you falfely upbraid : How often, my fwain, have T tid That thy arms were a palace to me. And how well I could live in a fhade, ‘Tho’ adorn’d with nothing but thee e 4 Oh! what ave the fparks of the town, 4 Tho’ never fo fine and fo gay ; 4 I freely would leave beds of down, 4 For thy breaft and a bed of new hay:: ‘ “Then, Colin, return once again, Again make me happy in love; : : Let me find thee afaithful trae {wain, ; And as.confiant anymph I will prove . © | | Anaereon’s Advice. CNUAFFE with me the purple wine, I With me, in focial pleafures join, Crown with me thy flowing hair, Love with me the blooming fair, And dance off heavy care; | Wine infpires the patriot foul, | Makes the rigid fair one figh, Freedom lies within the bow], Love and Friendfhip’s focial tie. Then let ‘us laugh, be gay and free, Hence with dull fobriety. | Mufic is the Voice of Love. myo tttY Iweet.the minutes glide, WW With tuneful Damon by my fide; ‘His fong’s delight the liftening grove, ge | For mufic is the voice-of ‘love. When moon-beams.glitter o’er.the ftream, “How fweet his fong when, love’s the theme: ‘His plaintive notes the nymphs approve, For mufic.is the voice of love. _ If otherimaids admire his lays, While foft and fweet he fings my praife; | The.tender.tale I muft approve, “For, mufic is'the voice of love. ee Adieu to Bacchus. - ® DIEU! ye jovial youths, who join To plunge old Care in ‘floods of wine; And, as your dazzled eye-balls roll, Difcern him firuggling in the bowl. | Nor yet is hope fo wholly flowa, Nor yet is thought fo tedious gTOWN, But limpid ftream and fhady tree Retain, as yet, fome {weets for me. And fee, thro’ yonder filent grove, See, yonder does my Daphne rove: With pride her footfieps I puriue, _And bid your frantic joys adieu? ~The fole.confufion I admire, Is that my Daphne’s eyes infpire : I fcorn the madnefs you approve, |! And value reafon next to love. Mary’s Death at Sandy’s Tomb. +T OUD toll’d the ftern bell-man of night, ‘ ‘When Mary, dejected and fad, "To the turf had directed her flight, Wherein her cold Joye lay clad. “ How long, my lov’d Sandy,” fhe cry’d, « Muft my heart in lone anguifh complain? How long till in death we're ally’d, « And fate cannot part us again? Hark! hark! ’tis a voice from the tomb, “ Come, Mary, it cries, come away ; « To partake of thy lover’s fad doom, « And reft thee befidé his cold clay. I hear the kind call, and I come, «Ye friends and companions, adieu ! * T hafte to my Sandy’s dark tomb, To die on his befom fo true: n ‘ & - T hear the kind call, and obey « Ah! Sandy, receive me,” fhe cry’ds Then breathing a figh o’er his clay, She hung on his tomb-flone—and dy’de P&S 2A TE CHARMS.OF MELODY, . 183, An Apology for not finging. Y* afk for a fong, and, indeed, I’m quite fortry 3% cannot oblige the good company here, For fhould I begin, you would find, in a hurry The guefts would depart, and the coaft would be clear. They’could not fit ftill, for to have their ears pefter’d. With fuch horrid notes, but away they would run, To fome lonely defert, or valley fequefter’d, And give that the preference, fifty to one. Yet fince you are all fo defirous to hear me, I now will comply, and endeavour my beft, But I fure fhall be laugh’d at by thofe-who fit near me, And thofe afar off will but make me their jeft. A fhepherd attended his flocks onthe mountain,” O dear! that’s too high for my voice by a tones “A fhepherdefs fat by the fide of a fountain,” And this is too low, I fhall never get down. But (with your permiffion) I'll try at another, “ When Echo's forill voice made the woodlands to ring, | ‘Oh ! this is (if poffible) worfe than the other; So I beg you'll excufe me, for faith TI can’t fing. ‘BALLAD: Sas The Fair Maniac. ae night was dark, the blaft blew-cold, And loud the tempeft roar’d ; Blue lightnings flafh’d from pole'to-pole, The ftormy torrent pour’d ; Mankind, both high and low, in bed, Were fhelter’d fafe and warm; _ Save one diftraéted maid, who fled io ’Mong all the thicket ftorm. And ever and anon fhe fped Where moft the tempeft pour’d, And where the thunders overhead With loudeft terror warr’d: — Thro’ lonefome dell, or dreary glade, Or kirk-yard graves among, She wander’d wild, and thus, poor maid, With mad-like glee fhe fung : « Beat, beat ye winds; ye torrents pour ; « Fight, warring clouds above ; « Flafh, lightings, flafh , loud.thunders roar; « But hurt not my true love: « For him I feek both night and day, « For him bewilder’d rove; Ye lightnings, light me on my way, w «© In fearch of my true love. « For him I bear the fummer’s burn, « And brave the wintry wind ; « And day and night for him I mourn, « For he has prov’d unkind ; « Ye torrents ruth, ye thunders roar, « Fath, flafh, thou angry fky ; For I fhall fee my love no more, ~ « And I for him will die. The cold, cold night is dark and drear, « And I can’t find my love; . « Ah me !—I’ve fearch’d both far and near; ‘:¢ « Where, wanderer, canit thou rove? ° « But Il) purfue and ftop thy {peed—= « And, for thy {corn to me, “ T’ll make thy heart tike mine to bleed, « And then I’ die with thee.” - ¢ 6 n mee Te st {$; BALLADS ancrests AX MoveRw, pares ee. =- A valiant knight was riding’ by, Allin the ftormy rain; He heard the haplefs damfel figh, And bitterly complain. She frantic o’er the wild heath fprung, And frantic.cry’d aloud ; Then ftop’d the knight, sag thus fhe fung, While he all wond’ring ftood : ‘Oh turn, fir knight, thy milk-white fteed, “ And hear my mournful fong ; ~« And then in valiant knightly deed «“ Return and right my wrong : I lov’d a knight, and lov’d him true, « And conftant love he {wore ; *« But he’s prov’d falfe,and I. muft rue— “ And I muft-ftill deplore « - é n * He lives at yonder glitt’ring tow’r, «“ He lives nor thinks-of me; Oh knigh:, I’d-blefs thy valour’s. pow’r, “« Could I the traitor fee : “ Then turn, fir knight, thy milk-white fieed, “ ‘The way it:is not.long ; «“ And may thy*beft love be thy, meed, * Tf thou..wilt. right.my wrong !” ¢ - “Yes, Iwill right thy wrong, fair maid,” The gentle knight reply’d; % “« But I can fee no tow’r difplay’d, “The darkfome night doth hide: i 4 Oh yes, on yonder hill,” fhe ery’d, “ That faithlefs knight doth dwell: «© ’T was. thro’ the lightnings gleam.J {py “d. « The glit’ring tow’r full. well.” « Tf on my fteed, poor maid, thou’lt ride, “ My fteed fhall carry thee.” * Yes, knight, I’ll go,” the maid reply’d, The combat for toffee.” And (ow they. rode with hafty. fpeed And foon they reach’d the fall, And foon they reach’d the tow’r dectetd. ‘Their purpofe to, fulfill. “ Riniret arouze! thou faithlefs knight, «© Arouze thou ftony breait.” « Who dares,” :he cry‘d, “in. this dread night, “ Who dares difturb.my reft ?” t It’s thy true love, whom thou didft: flight, « That calls thee from thy bed: “ Arouze! arouze !. thou faithlefs knight, -“ Arouze to fight or.wed!” The knight arofe and op’d.the gate, And faw his love, ftand. there— Her face, that was fo fair of late, Was ftain’d with many a tear: ‘Her lips, once red as autumn fruit, Were pallid now and coarfe ; Her voice, once, {weet as filver lute, - Was now as raven’s hoarfe. ,A faded wreath was on her brow, Her gown all rude and rent: -Her hair, that once fo bright did flow, Was all with dew befprent. ** Tam thy own true loye, dear knight, * And 1 am come to wed, “ In bridal garments all bedight, “ My garland on my head. “ To holy kirk, love, we'll repair, “ As bride wad bridegroom gay ; # The lightnings that around us.glare, ‘€ Shall chear us on the. way: « OF green, green grafs, fo foWayith dew, “ We'll make ounbrida: bed; * Of hemlock fair,.and night-fhade blue, « A pillowifor,quz head. Ls * ab v& es - *D is my heart’s blood your fhi 4* The thunders, that fo loudly. nalts 4 «Shall be our mufic, love; p « And we will fing while rain doth penta So merr ‘ly we will rove: » « And When I’m dead, .with bridal ring «© Let me be laid full low ; « And o’er the green turf dance and. fing, val “© My heart fhall leave its woe !” The knight he trembled fad and fore, Seeing his true love ftand ; She fprang and kift him o’er.and o’er, But he puth’ d back her hand. “Oh fight,” fhecry’d, “my ftranger knight, “ Oh fight, for thou art {trong ; ; “Lo! he returns my love with ipight, « Revenge a maiden’s wrong.” ¢ Go, get,” she cry’d,.“ thy fword andifhield, “ And get-thy helm and fpear ; “For I will make thy, proud heart yield, « To *venge this damfel dear.” ‘Yes, I will getamy. fword.and.fhield ; « Andl will get my fpear, se For there’s no knight to. whom I'll yield, . «© No:knight whom-I will fear.” "Then fought thofe knights all in. the fields, ‘it hey fought for-many an hour; ‘4 ¥> They broke their {pears, they cleav'd their thields, Their blood in fireams-did pour. And thrice they flop’d, with toil orerfpent, ‘To-wipe their bleeding brow; And thrice. they drank with one confent, Where purling ftream did flow. ‘And whilethey fought: with-hardy wroth, The mad maid fat and fung, «« Fight on, fight on, my champions both, “ Thew oodiand hills among : And he that lives fhall have my.troth, “T’|l twine our hearts:in one; Fight.on, fight on,.my: champions both, Till the bloody vidtory’s won. a -J’]L weave a throud forshim that’s flain, «¢ And faft my tears thall flow ; ‘Fight on, my knights, to footh my pain, | “For my -heart’s fick with woe: WL il fing and pray for -him-that’ s‘flain, « And mourn both day and night ; as dothftain, - My woes---for which you-fight.” n ‘Full long they fought, until o’ercome, The faithlefs knight did-fall-: “Come hear my dyin call.” Then up fhe fprang in Pantie mood, And kits‘d-his pale, pale cheek ; And, frantic, drank the fmoaking: ‘blood That. from hi wounds did reek, “«-Oh this flows from that heart, ” the Cty «That lov’d me once fo dear; .“ Now, in a rufhing.ctimfon. tide, _ “ It pays me tearfor tear.” Then trom the gaping wounded fide His quiv’ring:heart fhe tore, And to the‘knight, with frantic pride,’ The bloody prize fhe bore. * This is the flony heart,” the ery’d, “ That caus’d my tears to flow, i. «« And made me roam the land fo wide, “ In all the pangs of woe Y”’ Then to the dead’ knight did dhe hie, And laid her by his fide; She kifs’d the heart, and with a a‘fighee | Phe haplefs mad maid dy’ d. \ P c ba $1 h \ 7 , ae ete Ot dpe | ete ef -“ Wrong’d maid’ *he cry’d, “ thy caufe hath won.; TORE MS OF MEL OR Peek: WED PE eo The Plan of the Pablither is to cpbedy more Gray Folio Volume, all the worth preferving—forming a Univerfal Magazine of Songs) ancient aad modern, in, adie Engl ih Linciinid ove, Sentimental,War, Hunting; Bacchanalian, Homourous, Sea, and Political To which will be added, ‘a complete Index. Songs; ; as wellias’ Old pen ee and Scotch Ballads, Lézendaries, &c. &c. ‘The poor little Gipley. wT % POOR Hittle Ginepri wander forlort + : My fortune wastold long before: I was both, So fortunes I tell, as fotfaken I firay, And in fearch of my love ‘Iam loft on my way Spare an halfpenny, {pare an‘halfpenny, Spare: a poor little. Gipley an halfpenny. T fearfrom a line you have been:a‘{fad man, And to harm us peer girls have form’d manya plan; * Bewere, left repentance: too late caufe you pain, And Ailend to-thedefion I give in my, Ait Spare an halfpenny, & ec» Thro’ wilds andthro’: Topeks as wearied. I roam, ‘Long abfent ‘from friends, from. parents, and home, The?dad is. my heart, and tho’ fore are ny feet, Yet Eifing on my way thus to all Bie I meet, Spare anmhalfpenny, St. en nee em ee re ae Puth dbout the Jorum. Ny HEN Nhiek? rings hog, ee To hig not got, \ ‘Break out at gamior The fame to one My ‘golden’ rule, , par about the j jorum, With Aft on jug, “Coifs, who can ae Or fhew me that glib fpeaker, Who her red. rag In gibes can wag, With her mouth fulliof liqu OF. O Lara ne Since I’m born a mortal Man. INCE.l’m born a mortal man, . And my being’s but a {pan, “Ti is a.march that | muft make, ony “Tis a journey I muft take? Wi vat 1s paft I: know full well, AV hat is future, who can tell ? “Deazing Care then fet me free, What okie I toda with thee? - All my fhortliv’d hours thall fhine, “Thus replete with mirth and wine. Bere / PUBLISHED ct N°-10, BEDFORD-20W, Debii ling Where -the preceding Numbezs can be had. | | | | Too long in folly’s court I ftray'd, We beSoldie 7 E be foldiers threes Pardonnez mol, Te vous en. pric; ; Lately come forth of chat Jew: ebuntry) ° With never a penny .of money. | : es thrée: Here, good fellow, I drink £0 thee’ : Po rdonnez, Chet aeee, Es Bee - , To all good fellows, where’ er a 86 s ah With NEVER ESE. io 4 ” ‘And he that will not pledge me in hig ee Par donates, ee.” Pay for the fhot, whatéver i it is, With never, Se. ome werd «Charge it again, boys, charg bé it) aeaiss har pe Se; rela be vs a As long as there ts any paki 1h HG pen, With never, Ce. In the dark and lonely Bow’r. tes the dark and lonely bow’s, At the filent midnight hour, Let me,-let me; all alone,” : eg Ruminate of pleafures gone. | ‘ Ah! days of blifs, delightful days, i Could I thofe days of blifs reltore, When fick with love, and vain with praife, ‘ I, fighing, heard whate’er he f iwore. Sadly folemn be the firain, Suited to a heart. in pain; . Mirth and pleafure { forego, ae Welcome forrow, welcome wee? A foun and witlefs maid I ween; Ah, faichlefs fwain! how oft he faid, No nymph fo fair he e’er had feen. Beauty fades, and youth ex vires, And mirth’s airy train retires, ‘Wiping tears from. pity’s eye, Waiting loves are hovering nigh; Let virgin-hands frefh flow’rs fupply, To ftrew a haplefs virgin’s bier ; \ A Ah, perjur’d fwain, can you deny To drop a fad relenting téant wh . Us ee ee a ‘wi 186 | ws * .) %- . ; The Garreteer. He the man whofe life’s dull cares To low ambition gives : And mounting up five pair of ftairs, In lofty garret lives. While tumults vex our earthly ball, Our flreets, while noify cries, The Garreteer efcapes them all, » Commercing with theitkies. ° No wrangling mob, thus heard from far, Diiturb his tranquil foul ; The rattling coach, and rumbling car, Like diftant thunders roll. Proud as a {fultan on his throne, His vaffals at his feet : Above 'the world; the bard looks down, * On all that man thinks great. Whilft duft or fmoke beneath him rolls, He inuffs th’ xtherial breeze; And broils his ftake upon the coals, Or calmly toafts his cheefe. of ry at 3 ee et TS at The fpider inthe bavd’s bleft dome; His web with fafety hides § iit Where mops or brooms dare never ¢ome, ~~ ~~. “ That come to all” befides. ‘The wheezing dun, one flight of iftaire,. Who mounts to feize his prey, To ftorm his citadel defpairs, And growling turns away. The Cambrian thus on Penmanmaur, © ' Or Swowden’s lofty, fide, ., Amidft his craggy rocks fecure, »’ ‘The Romaa power idety’d. Kate: ° “4 i ‘WAS near a fea-beat rock reclin’d, The beauteous love-lorn Kate ; She had no friend to footh her mind, But mourn’d her haplefs fate. Her only lové was out at fea, Far from his native fhore ; In tears fhe wept her forrows free, Left he return no more. Thus would fhe figh the live-long day, For dangers he may. prove; ‘While forrow mar’d her lonely way, With firm unfhaken love. Tho’ Hope oft’ bade her cares to ceafe, And check’d the falling tear; Yet, ah! in vain, the hour of peace Appear no longer near. So droops the primrofe in the vale, So fades the new-blown rofe, When tempefts and rude winds affail, Their fweets no more difclofe. m. Then farewel, Kate, let pity cheer, And footh thee with addrefs ; So may each future day appear One icene of happinefs. ae ae : dias. is SS Ct ner aero! set nn rs A AP RN oe SRO AIR ee “THE CHARMS OF MELODY. 2 ve “* “While-I quaff the Rofy Wine. — at i yes I quaff the rofy wine, — f With enliven’d wit I fhine, With enliven’d wit I hhine,. Singing then the mufes’ praife, Double fire infpires my lays, Double fire infpires my lays. While I quaff the rofy ewine, a howe sa I feel, Ifeel the pow’r divine Free me from all Sorrow’s fway, I puff, like winds, my care away. While I quaff the rofy wine, All my faculties.refine : My temper.grows fereneand fair, «| And like the fummer ev’ning’s air. ‘ ; ites / While I quaff the rofy wine, a ‘Crowns of od’rous flow’rs I twine ; 7 Singing to the echoing groves ;,-, : ‘The-pleafures of that life Llove.-.--. --— While I quaff the rofy: wine, 17) To foft paffionsT incline; “© © ~ My. miftrefs then my fong employs, 9«: ~ A Andiall love’s‘pleafing, painfuljoys...) 99 4 While I quaff the.rofywine, he Youth does again:my veins infpire, = I lead the dance, and join the choir. While I quaff the rofy wine, ~~ Zits force to reafon join, And feel my ‘breaft againft that fall, ‘Lhe common fate that waits us all. ant _°; ‘Come here, fellow Servants. f Come here, fellow fervants, and liften to'nte, Tl fhew you how thofe of fuperior degiée Are only dependants, no better than we. . Are only, dependants, no better than we. Both high and-low in this do agree, . *Tis here fellow fervant, and there fellow fervant ; — and all in adlivery, *Tis here, fellow fervant, and there fellow fervant a and all, all in.a livery. : Le See yonder fine {park in embroidery dreft; Who bows to the great, and if they fmile, is bleft; What is he? i’faith, but a fervant at beft. ; Beth high and low, &c. ‘Nature made all alike, no diftinCtions fhe craves, ‘So we laugh at the great world, its fools and its | knaves ; For-wevall fervants, but they are all flaves.. q Both high and low, 8e.. | The fat fhining glutton looks up to his fhelf, — ‘ The wrinkled lean mifer looks down to-his pelf, And the curl-pated beau isa flaveto himfelf; Beth high and low, &c. 3 The gay fparkling belle,whothe whole town alarms,, _ And with eyes, lips,. apd neck, fets.the {marts all in | arms, ‘ by ' Is a vaffal herfelf, a mere drudge to her charms. Both high and low, &e. Then we'll drink, like our betters, and laugh, fing, and love; And when fick of one place, to another we’ll move, — For with little and great, the beft joy is to rove. Both high and low, Ste Garrick. _ the-motion. ~The Country Club. Written by Dibdin, for bis Entertainment called * The Sphinx.’ NO we're all met here.together, In f{pite of wind or weather, To moiften well our clay ; a Before we think of jogging, _ x _. Let’s take a chearful nogging ; Where’s the waiter,—ring away; Where's the glees and the catches, The tobacco pipes and matches ? ‘And plenty of brown ftout? And plenty of brown ftout ? Yet the glaffes e‘er we ftart ‘em, Let‘s proceetl fecundum artem, ' . Let the clerk all the names read out. { Lhe following 7s to he [poken.] Gentlemen of the Quizical Society, pleafe, to aniwer your names.—F'armer Scroggins! Why I be here—Dodtor Horfeleech! Here. Parfon Paunch! Here.—TaylorTit. Here. (So he goes on for about twenty) at laft you hear—are you all affembled? All, all, all, all. ‘So, here's to you Mr. Wiggins, _ Here's to you Mr. Figgins, So put the beer about, Put the beer about, put the beer about. Come, tell us what the news is, Who wins, and who lofes; Of the times what people do fay ? _. Hard, hard the landlord racks us; Then we’ve {uch a load of taxes, Indeed ! well, and how goes hay? Why now there’s mafter Wileman, ° He told the Excifeman, é That-the caufe of this pother and rout; / «Order, order, and fobriety! The rules of the fociety ? Let the fecretary read ’em out. Everymember of this fociety that {pills his liquor _ an his neighbour’s pocket, {hall forfeit two-pence. ° Every member of this fociety that finges his neich- yf y g e _ bour’s wig with ‘his pipe, fhall forfeit two-pence. _ Every member of this fociety that refufes to laugh at a good joke, fhall forfeit two-pence. Every _ member of this fociety who reproaches his neigh- bour with coming to diftrefs by unavoidable mis- fortunes, ‘fhall forfeit two-pence.—Mr. Prefident, J move that this forfeit bea thilling—andI fecond Are you allagreed? I am—unani- moufly. ‘A noble refolution. D’ye think fo? Why, then, here’s to you Mr. Higgins, Here’s to you, Mr. Wiggins, So put the beer about. And, now, the potent liquor Not even {pares the vicar, But inall their noddles mounts; “While, among this fet of queerers, . All talkers, and no hearers : Each his favourite tale recounts. _ The foldier talks of battle, The grazier fells his cattle, Converfation to provoke: Till the juice-of the barrel Begets fome curious quarrel, And the company’s loft in fmoke. Upon my foul, neighbour, I had no hand in the death of your wife, it was all in the way of bufinels Nay, but doctor, *twere a curfed: unneighbourly thing of you; (not that the woman were any fitch great thing) but to put a body to fitch-an expence — Why you don’t tell me*fo! Killed fifteen with your own hand! Fifteen, by my laurels! D’ye hear that butcher? Hearit? yes; but I’lllay un what ac ‘THE CHARMS OF MELODY. et Before a man be even’d till her. Wooing at her, ce. STG rn he dares, he has not killed fo thahy as I have by hundreds. Powder my whifkers! Come, come, gentlemen, fays the bellows-maker, no breezes? Let me exhort you to temperance, fays the parfon. Amen, {ays the clerk. That's right, faid the un- dertaker, let us bury all animofity. Now that’s what I like, faid the fidler, I like to fee harmony reftored. D’ye though? you like to fee harmony reftored? Why then, brid P Here’s to you, Mr. Higgins, Here’s to you, Mr. Wiggins, So put the beer about. — Tibby Fowler. IBBY Fowler, 0’ the glen, There’s o’er mony wooing at her, Filthy elf, ’tis for her pelf, That a’ the lads are wooing at her. Wooing at her, puing at her, Courting her, and canna get her. Ten cam’ eaft and ten cam’ weft, Ten cam’ rowing o’er the water ; ‘Twa cam’ down the lang dyke fide, There’s twa and thirty wooing at her. 184 ~ Wooing at her, Sor~— ‘There’s feven but, and feven ben, Seven in the pantry wi’ her; ‘Twenty heed about the door, There's ane and forty wooing at, her. She’s got pandles ‘in her lugs, Cockel’d thells wad fet-her better; High heel’d fhoon and filler-tags, And a’ the lads are wooing at ‘her. Wooing at her, Fe. Be a laffie e’er‘fae black, And fhe hae the dame o’ filler; Set her upo’ Tintock-tap, The wind will blaw a man till her. ; Wooing at her, Fe. Be a laffie e’er fae-fair, | An fhe want the’ penny filler ; A flie may fell her in the air, \ Fickle Strephon. Sung in © The Shepherd’s Lottery.’ TT°O dear Amaryllis young Strephon had long Declar’d his fix’d paffion,and dy’d for—in fong, He went, one May morning, to:meet in the grove, By her own dear appoinment, this goddefs of love. Mean time in his mind all her charms he ran o’er, And -doated on each—can a lover do more ? He waited, and waited, then changing his ftrain, “T'was fury, and rage, and defpair, and difdain! The fun was commanded to hide his dull light, _ And the whole courfe of nature was alter’d down- right, ; ; "Twas his haplefs fortune to love and adore, But never to change—can a lover do more? Cleora, it hap’d, came by accident there, No rofe-bud fo tempting, no lily fo fair ; He prefs’d her white hand, next her lips‘he effay’d: Nor would fhe deny him, fo civil ‘the maid ! Her kindly compliance his peace did reftore, And dear Amaryllis was—thought of no mores ~ ° ‘ Wooing at her, Fc. Po ee y ee — woe "i. . 7 i JO See a J 188 BALLADS ANCIENT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, & et, 7 aed Nathos and Darthula. sgl At laft the burft the martial ranks, r : i3 i . ” Fi wrk Pe Array’d in warlike pride; SCID tA BY Js TAIT. | Swift asa ftream that {corns its banks, a The hint of this poem { attemptedin the ba ad pile They parted on eachdfide. en a as taken from.one of theleffor pocms of Ofiasn Low ac her Nuchont tea a8 fell, i 2 oer hills, wh valour rofe ' * And muft we part?” dhe faid; ~~ Fy O* Petia CF the foil, . «* Muft you the peal crew expel, |. The youthful Nathos, dread-of foes, “« And leave your helpleds meld | im ‘ njoy’d the martial toil. But glory calls, and valour ‘fues, a Hatte then, the call obey ; “ Tho’ fond regard my heart fi teen ' “ Tneer fhall afk your tay. a a * ) Great in the field, his fiery {pear Commanded prompt regard ; In days of peace-the {prightly chear, With focial foul he fhar’d. ws " 6$ But can 1 live when you.are Bones ee “-On Morven’s lonely plain? o: Shall I poffefs the halls alone, | a “And fing the mournful train j I~ Impartial heroes prais'd his truth, Approv ed ‘his growing fame, The artlefs virgins lov’ d.the youth, And nurs’d the am’rous flame. ‘ - * No—like a youth of. mighty ie “ T'll follow where you « With willing heart: pure y your. Sahin “« Nor heed the mum’rous foe. © ° But ihiet for fair Darthula’s charms His feeling bofom beat ; For her-he bore the toil of arms, 2 And mock’d the battle’s heat. « Tf prayers or tears the Fates can move, “ Succefs fhall fimile around; “Tf Nathos fall, Darthula’s. pve « Shall watch the fatal wound.” With ev’ry gracesthe sak gin: fhone Unrival’d.on the plain— What wonder if the youth was won, ae : } ain | And hugg’d the pleafing chain: Wath mute attention Nathos heard.: Darthula’s_fond. Tequetts Aa Her love the dreadful) profpect chear’d And warm ‘d the hero’ s brea. In calm content they pafs'd the day, When war-had ceas’d to rage, Now told the laughing flory gay, Now hear ‘the tale of ag¢- «Yes, you: thall go, my faithful fair,’ , sits a To horroi’s fay’rite icene + | But Cairbar, Eyin’s bloody king,’ “ Tf you are near, I’ll mock dec pair ies Bekeld with envious eye 5 , He bad the hoftrle clangour ring * And-feorn the might of. men. ds “And num’rous armies rife. With rapid hatte the field-they. fought f The gallant Nathos heard the found Where Erin’s monareh lay; ae Ph diahreneet'd soelahld anmah: - With fatal foreethe armies. ae A Deas He call’d-his warlike chiefs around, And Nathos’ fei] a prey. a es cae rer ) And, pointing tothe doe, The fad Darthula’ § care,was vain, ee ° i ‘tt Behold,” he cried, “ theshoitile crew ei In vain. was ev’ ry art: sett é fu sD har come-to try-cur made, No earthly pow’r couhdeafe bis paig, |. se «In endlefs lines they rife to view, Ox heal his bleeding heart. ioe) Gs ae ae * And tire the burden'd ight > Ws o'er hig aeons Darthila wept, And bath’d them with a tear,» The breaft-plate from her bofom. elle’ She tofs’d away the fpear. But thajl their numbers damp our, fire? ** Shall Morven’s-heroes yield ? + Shall we forego.each great defire, ~“ And tamely quit the field ¢ Grim. Erin’s monarch teigal the {poil, , With triumph’s ‘cruel joy ; He view’d the nymph with. foornful: imile, Ambittous to deit?oy. «“ No—like our farhers, let us rife, «© Like them, rufh furious on ; “ Hafte, let us {natch the glorious. prize * Of conqueft fairly won.” With haughty werds he fought, her fauh ti. words inflam’d each warrior’s foul, So oft refus’d before ; ; Their breafts with tranfport glow’d: ‘With threaten’d woe he try’d to. moves A loud applaufe run thro’ the whole, ut the difdaintul bore. { 2 19 Sembee Sarena «Since. Nathos falls, wah him Vil die, Darthula faw the morning {eene, -“ No other boon lerave; © A Her griefs were mix’d with joy, « Since life can nought of blifsfupply, She could not leave the beft of men, “ Vl court hisfilent grave. Nor warlike fchemes annoy. . ea) | a se ¥ “ There fhall the conflant lovers-meet, eg -For well fhe knew the efath of fwords ) « And all theiv.paffion.tell, . ‘ . Was grateful to his ear ti Shall Rrew with farubs and flow’rets fet : Yet love’s delufive parting anaes " __. His tomb, who lov’d fo well. _ Might couch his heart too near. « But fee ! his. fhade delays its flight, In penfive pofture long the food, * And chides. my. tedious ftay ; Pe _ Revolving in her mind, ‘ ~ ‘come, my love—my fole cclighil hom “Whether to join the godlike crowd, She fpoke—end dy’d away. oe ; 2 lonely pine bebind. : a a . se" ; | ae Paik Begs Ch 4? 5 * s aa a CHARMS OF MELODY, OR ShREN: MEDLEY. I-canno’ like ye. ‘Sung in the Opera of * Marian. ‘CANNO’ like ye, gentle fir, 4 be Altho’.a laird ye be; I like a bonny Scotifh lad, Wha. brought me fra’ Dundee. Haud away! ‘haud away! © Wi? Jamie o’er the lea I gang’d along wi’ free gude will, He’s a’ the world to me! - T’fe gang’d wi’ Jamie fra’ Dundee, To cheer the lonefome way ; His cheeks are ruddy o’er wi’ -halth, - He’s frolic as the May. ‘Haud away! Eo. The lavreck:mounts:to hail the morn, The lintwhite fwells her throat; But neither are fa {weet, fa clear, As Jamie’s tunefu’: note. . ‘ ‘Haud away! Fc. -¢ "By the Oziers fo dank. Sung in the Opera of * Marian.’ yY the oziers fo dank, As we fat on the bank, And look’d at the fwell of the billow, This bafket he wove, As a token of love; Alas! ’twas the branch-of the willow. Now fad all the day, Thro’ the meadows I ftray, And reft flies at night:‘from my pillow ! The garland I wore, From my ringlets I tore, Alas! muft I wear the green willow ? The bleak Wind. Sung in ‘The Highland Reel.’ HE bleak wind whifiles o’er the main, The feaman trolls his jovial fong, He’ll fee his faithful maid again, And blyth his tell -fhip rolls along. From the maft-head the cliff he {pies, His joys in pleafing thoughts expand; The tempeft roars, the billows rife ; In vain he-tacks to make the land: ~ Relentlefs breakers guard the coaft, His hepe, his fhip, himfelf, is loft! ee ‘The Plough-Boy. Sung in the Opera of § The Farmer? A FLAXEN-headed cow-boy, As fimple as may be, And next a merry plough-boy,. ‘L whiftl’d o’er the lea; But now a ‘faucy ‘footman, I ftrut in worfted.lace, And foon I’ll be a butler, and wag my jolly face. When fteward I’m. promoted, Pll {nip a tradefman’s bill, “My mafter’s coffers empty, My pockets for to-fill; ‘ ‘When lolling in my chariot, So greata man-I’ll be, “You'll forget the little plough-boy That whiftle’d o’er the lea. } ‘Til buy votes at elections, But when I’ve made the pelf, T’ll ftand poll. for the parliament, And then vote in myfelf : Whatever’s good for me, fir, I never will oppofe; ‘When all my ayes are fold off, Why then:I’ll fell my zees. ‘Dll bawl, harangue, and paragraph, With fpeeches charm the ear, And when I’m tir’d on my legs, ‘Vhen.I’ll fit down a peer, In court and city honours, So great a‘man I’ll be, You'll forget the little plough-boy That whiftl’d o’er the lea. Sighing never gains a Maid. Sung in the ‘ The Do&or and the Apothecary.” Sy ING never gains a maid, T’ll tell you what is better far :— Call good humour to your aid, ‘And play the lafs a tune upon the {weet guitar. If a heart has Nature dealt her, Mufic’s charms will furely melt her; But fhould the gipfey anfwer no, Sing, tol, de, rol, and let her go. Ss SS! lh SE ee aa “190 bon THE CHARMS OF MELODY. — : be pr a r 2 ’ - ne ‘ or « Good people, let’s pray,— The Vicar and Mofes. Bel cis corp - ore ess ; “© Or perchance I fhall over it ftumble; T the fign of the horfe, eae p = ; A Where old Spin-text of courfe, gee Sethe Diee is “ Tho’ the fages declare, “ A mortuum caput can’t tumble. Each night took his pipe and his pot, O’er a jorum of nappy, Quite pleafant and happy, ‘ : : * Woman of man born,— Was plac’d this canonical fot. , Tol, lol, de vol, Efe. a That’s wrong, the leaf’s torn, — “Tis man that is born of woman, . “ Can’t continue an hour, é « But’s cut down like a flower; “ You fee, Mofes, Death fpareth no man. The evening was dark, ~ When in came the clerk, With reverence due and fubmiffion ; Firft ftrok’d his cravat ys i “« Here, Mofes, pray look, Then twirl’d round his hat, : is Where eontidnded Beek “ Sure the letters are turn’d upfide down, « Such a fcandalous print, « Sure the devil is in’t, “« That a blockhead fhould print for the crown. And bowing, preferr’d his petition + “ I’m come, fir,” fay he, “ To beg, look, d’ye fee, « Of your reverence’s worfhip and glory, “To inter a poor baby, « With as much {peed as may be, « And I’ll walk with the lantern before you.” “ Prithee, Mofes, you read, « For I cannot gee « And bury the corpie in my ftead. aia Amen, Amen. Spee re s pi bs be ae. Mofes, ee wrong, « But pray what’s the- hurry ¢ I « ‘You foolihala towetadenal y Why, Jorc, Spa thehonple stisiees Lay's « You've taken the tail forthe head. “ You fool, hold your peace, «¢ Since miracles ceafe, “ A corpfe, Mofes,.can’t run away.” “ O where’s thy fling, Death ! « Put the corpfe in the earth, Then Mofes he {mil’d, “For believe me, ‘tis terrae AD ja - Saying, “fir, a {mall child, Sat corpfe was Te «“ Cannot long delay your intentions ;” ithout prayingia eae i « Why that’s true, by Saint Paul, And away they both flagger’d together. « A child that is {mall, ra « Can never enlarge-its dimenfions. : « Bring Mofes fome beer, ; * And me fome, d’ye-hear, ‘ atic Ne “ T hate to be call’d from my liquor; ' The feduced Fair. “ Come, Mofes, the king—~ * It’s a feandalous thing, ee came from. the hills of the weft, _ “ Such a.fubject fhould be but a vicar:”’ A imile of contentment fhe wore; Her heart was a garden of reft, Then Mofes he fpoke, But, ah! the fweet feafon is o’er. Sir, twas twelve the clock firuck, How oft by the ftreams in the wood, | “ Befides there’s a terrible-fhower;” Delighted fhe’d ramble and rove ; “« Why Mofes, you elf, And while fhe ftood marking the flood, «“ Since the clock has ftruck twelve, Would tune up a ftanza of love. i «T’m fure it can never ftrike more. Her drefs was.a garment of green, Set off with a border of white; And all the day long might be feen ~ Like a’bird that 1s always in plight. In rural diverfion and play ee The fummers glid {moothly along ; And her winters pafs’d brifkly away, Cheert’d up with atale, or a fong. “« Befides, my dear friend, «“ This leffon attend, « Which to fay and to fwear I'll be bold, “ That a corpfe, fnow or rain, ; “ Can’t endanger, that’s plain, « But perhaps you ori] may take cold.” Then mofes went on, « Sir,.the clock has firuck one s ; At length a defiroyer came by; “Pray, matter, look up.at the hand,; A youth of dees perfon es parts, » ¢ Why it never can ffrike lets, Well fkill’d in the arts of the eye, 7 ct a folly ae ; e The conqueft and havock of hearts. A.man tor abe renee ftand. He led her by fountainsand ftreams, + ie He woo’d her with fonnets and books; At length hat and cloak, He told her his tales and his dreams, ; Old Orthodox took, But firft crémm’é his jaw with a quid ; And mark’d their effeét in her looks. Each tipt off a gill, : ee - He taught her by. midnight to roam, Th Pe ee ane pie . Where fpirits and fpectres affright ; en dlagger d away lide by de. For paffions increafe with the gloom, . And caution expires with the light. roa a ea At length, like a rofe from the fpray, Whilft the peru was wrap’d round the prieft ; Ste Lreoptnd heen net : So droll was the figure : «? OF Mofés and Vicor, Thrown by and neglected like them. 4 _ The parith ftill talk of the jett. ae Hy, THE CHARMS Henry and Sally. ArR——* Mary’s Dream.” e aba nymphs were met upon the green, Each’’tended by her favourite youth, Who, by their miftrefs, Beauty, charm‘d, Where whifpering vows of love and truth. The queen of night, bright Luna, fhone, And caft her rays of filver light, _ The fprightly dance had juft begun, And all was pleafure and delight. When fad mifhap—how chang’d the fcene, The fprightly dance no more can charm, | The clouded fy, the veiled orb, Foretold the dangers of a ftorm. The thunder roll’d, the lightning flafh’d, ‘The nymphs and {wains were fill’d with fear, To think their joys fo foon were dafh’d, By difappointment fo fevere. With eager fteps they homeward fled, Each one protected by her {wain, The tempeft now more fiercely blew, ' They with’d ’twould ceafe, but wifh’d in vain. Young Henry, among the reft, With Sally, his intended bride, Who every female charm poffeft, Strove to efcape the furious tide. But oh! what horror rent his heart, To fee his Sally, lovely maid, Torn by the lightning’s forked dart, _ And lifelefs ftruck upon the glade. « And is fhe gone,” the youth exclaim’d, “ My fweeteft girl, my lovely bride.” Then funk upon her lifelefs corfe,, - _Heav’d a fad figh, and drooping dy’d. Winter. Acie ye groves, adieu, ye plains, All Nature mourning lies : See gloomy clouds and thick’ning rains, | Obfcure the lab’ring fkies. — See, fee, from ’far, th’ impending ftorm, With fullen hafte appear, See Winter comes, a dreary form, To rule the falling year. No more the lambs, with gamefome bound, Rejoice the gladden’d fight ; No more the gay enamell’d ground, Or Silvan fcenes delight. Thus lovely Nancy, much lov’d maid; Thy early charms mutft fail, The rofe muft droop, the lily fade, And Winter foon prevail. Again the lark, tweet bird of day, May rife on active wing, Again the fportive herds may plays | And hail reviving Spring. But youth, my fair, fees no return, The pleafing bubble’s o’er ; In vain its fleeting joys you mourn 5 They fall to bloom no more. Hafte then, dear girl, the time improve, Which art can ne’er regain, In blifsful feenes of mutual love, _ With fome diftinguifh’d fwain. So fhall life’s fpring, like jocund May, Pafs fmiling and ferene, Summer and Autumn glide away, i And Winter clofe the fcene. | OPMMEBODY: 09.3 191 t \ A Parody on “ Oh, what a Plague is an obftinate Daughter” I F a young wife you have, ; “s She’s the plague of your foul, No peace can you have, Tho’ you let her controul, Not one look in ten can be counted to chear ye, Oh?! what a plague is an obftinate deary ; Frifking and flaunting, Singing and jaunting, Oh! what a plague is an obftinate deary. If her mate, like me’s ancient, She does nought but feorn him, And he’s devilith well off, If fhe don’t chance to horn him ; They plague and they’ll teize him quite out of his ¢ ‘life, fir, Oh! what a plague is an obftinate wife, fir ; Gadding about, fir, To park, plays, and routs, fir, Qh! whata plague is an obftinate wife, fir. Take me, fome of you. en I am, and yet unfkill’d, How to make a lover yield ; How to keep, and how to gain, When to love, and when to feign : Take me, fome of you, While I yet am young and true. Stay not till I learn the way How to fib, and how betray ; E’er I can my thoughts difguife, Force a bluth, or roll.my eyes ; Lake me, Fc. Could I find a blooming youth, Full of love, and full of truth : ° Of honeft mind, and noble mien, I fhould long to be fixteen: Take me, Fe. BALLAD. Adam O’Gordon, A SCOTISH BALLADe — *T chanc’d about the Martinmafs, When north winds froze the lake, Said Adam O’Gordon to his men, « We mult fome caftle take.” « And what brave caftle fhall we take, “© My merry men and me?” «“ We will go ftrait to Zowie Howe, s And fee that fair lady.” The lady from her caftle wall Look’d o’er both dale and down, When fhe beheld a troop of men, 2 ih Faft riding to the town: “ O fee ye not, my merry men, all, « See ye not what I fee? « Methinks | fee a troop of men; 2 « [ wonder who theybe.” . a 192 BALLADS ancient AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, &¢. a ERnameneenentnee oneness 1 She thought it was her loving lord, Who homeward riding came ; It was the traiter, Azam, fhe faw, Who fear’d-nor fin nor fhame. She had no fooner deck’d herfelf In filken fearf and gown, Than Adam. O’Gordon, and his men, Had clofe befet the town. The lady flew to her tow’r fo high, She flew in deep difmay, To fee if by fair fpeech fhe could ‘The traitor’s purpofe ftay. But when he faw the lady fafe, The gates and windows fatt, He fell into a deadly rage And ftorm’d at her aghaft : “* Come down to me, thou lady gay, “ Come-down, come down to me; * This night thou fhall be in my arms, “ To-morrow. my bride fhalt he.” * T will not come, thou falfe Gordon, « T’}] not come down to thee; I will not forfake my own dear lord, “ Tho’ he is. far from me.” — 6 “” ‘ ” Give up thy houfe, thou lady fair, “« Give up thy .houfe to me; Or I thall burn thyfelf therein, «« With thy dear babies three.”-— ‘« T will not give up, thou falfe Gordog, “ Thy threatnings I.defy. Tfthou.doft burn my babes and me, “ Thou, by my lard, fhalt die.” “ ~ € But reach my piftol, Glaud, my man, * And charge with {peed my gun, “ For I muft pierce that fayage dog, ** Or we fhall be undone.” She from the battlements took aim ‘As true as fhe could fee ; ‘Two bullets mifs’d the traitor’s heart, One only graz’d his knee. ** Now fire the:houfe,” cry’d falfe Gordon, Entlam’d with vengeful j ire} “ Falfe lady thou. fhalt rue this. deed, “ When fhrieking in the fire.”-— a Woe on thee, woe upon thee, Fock, « T paid chee: well thy fee ; “ Why then pull out the ground wall ftone “ That lets in fmoke to me? “« Woe even on thee, Fock, my man, “For-he that doth the hindmoft lag we ‘“ Shall ne’er my favour gain. - Then fome they rode, and fome they TaD, Not {wifter flew the wind; For each cry’d, “ woe upon the head . ‘. Of him who lags behind.” — But e’er the foremoft could come ie The flames had {pread fo wide, The tender babes were*burnt alive; Their mother with them dy’d. Her lord, he wildly rent his hair ; And wept in woeful mood, “ Ah, traitors, for this cruel beak J ¥e fhall weep tears of blood.”— Full faft the Gordon he purfu’d With many a bitter tear— And in his cowardly heart’s blood. Reveng’d his lady dear. _ worth preferving—forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War CHARMS OF MELODY. -.. STREN MEDLEY | ‘The Plan of the Publither is to embody in‘one Grand Folio Volume, ail the Songs f G3 ] One Penny. fa eRe MS s, ancient aad modern, in the ‘Englith ‘Language, » Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political Songs; as well:as Old Englith, Irith, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &:——-To which will be added, a complete Index. Hope, treach’rous Meteor. ‘Sung in the Comic Opera-of ¢ The Prophet’. YO: treach’rous meteor, lucid vapour ! a Ever flying, ‘Sull belying | _ The village taper— Wand’ring pilgrims—’lone, benighted, Thy blue falfehood, pleas’d defery ; ‘See, the cheerful faggot lighted, Think the focial cottage nigh.— Lambent fire, deceive, but harm not; Pallid gleam, relume, but warm not Dy ‘Light’no error in my breaft, sooth my weary foul, but charm not; | ‘Unrelenting, . Unconfenting, Swearing never to be blefs’d. Night, to Lovers Joys a Friend. oN TT, to lovers joys a friend, : Swiftly thy affiftance lend ; Lock up envious, feeing day, Bring the willing youth away. Hafte and {peed the tedious hour, ‘To the fecret happy bow’r, ‘Then, my heart, for blifs prepare, Thyrfis, furely will be there. See, the hateful day is gone, Welcomé ev’ning now comes on ; Soon to meét my dear I fly, None but love fhall then be by; None fhall dare to venture near, ‘To tell the plighted vows they hear ; Parting thence will be the pain, But we'll part to meet again. Farewell loitring idle day ! To my {wain I hie away, On the wings of love I go, He the ready way will fhew. Peace, my breaft, nor danger fear, Love and Thyrfis both are near; “Tis the youth! I’m fure “tis: he Night, how much I.owe to thee! ‘The Army and Navy of Britain, for ever, Air,—A Health to the Dutchefs.” Toes failors and foldiers unite in this caufe, ‘ Bound together by honour and loyalty’s band, ‘Both fight for Old England, and cherith the caufe, And give to the king each his heart-and-his hand. In this phalanx unite, - Like lions we’ll fight, ‘While no private feuds, our -interefts diffever, But this be our boaft, And our ultimate toaft, Here’s the Army and Navy of Britain, for ever. ‘The failor, who ploughs on the watery main, To war, and to danger, and fhipwreck, a brother, And the foldier, whe firmly ftands out the cam- paign, Do they fight for each other? ‘Oh! no,’tis well known, The fame loyal throne Fires their bofom with ardour and noble endeavour, And that each with his lafs, As he drinks a full glafs, Toafts, the Navy and Army of Britain, for ever. two men who make war‘ on “That their caufe is but one, and they both can unite, Needs no other example than this to be feen, Who is bolder in danger, experter in fight, Than that maritime foldier, the honeft marine? He pulls, and_he hauls, He fights till he falls, J And from fore-tack, or mufket he never will waver, But when the fray’s o’er, With his Dolly, on fhore, Drinks, the Army and Navy of Britain, for ever. What matters it who braves the glebe or the furge, Yet if there’s a conteit about either ftation, Let that ftimulus glery and loyalty urge, ) Who will ftand the moft firm to the king and the nation: While thus we agree, Let’s fight, and be free, Shall Britons *gainft Britons draw daggers? oh! never ; Make the Sans Culottes fly, And let Fame rend the fky, With the Navy and Army of Britain, for ever. ~ eer panna Nee eee rec eerrrcre nae eee e ee sn ee ea ta ae > ae TR LIE PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublia, Where the preceding Numbers can be had. Ce ee ae ~ ie Courage only wins the Fair. Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ Incle and Yarice,’ Toe would oft his conquelt over i To the Cyprian goddeis yield ; Venus gloried in a lover, Who, like him, could brave the field. In the caufe of battles hearty, Still the god would ftrive to prove, He who fac’d an adverle party, Fitteft was to meet his love. Hear then, captains, ye who blufter, Hear the god of war declare, Cowards never can pafs mufter, Courage only wins the fair. Chloe. HEN Chloe try’d her virgin fires, And .firft her fhafts let fly ; She fill’d my breaft withwague defires— I thought it was her eye. When melting ftrains fell from her mouth, Which gods might wifh to fip; When all was harmony and truth— I thought it was her lip. m% But when fhe dano’d! fuch air, fuch grace, What mortal could efcape ? . I look’d no lenger on her face— I fwore it was her fhape. When feen by chance, her breaft befpoke The purity within ; 5 Her fnowy arm—her iv’ry neck— ‘Pwas then her lovely. dkin. Nor eye, nor fhape, nor neck, nor face, My bofom did enthra]l— "Twas /enfe, I found, the happy grace, That gave a charm to all. ‘Dr. Hoadly. ‘Good Wine. Sung in the Farce of ‘* The Do&tor and the Apothecary.” OOD wine can, as they fay, Make e’en. the graveft gay, And gaiety 1s life’s chief boaft. The oldeft, as moft grave, * A double dote*fhould have, Old folks, like me, fhould drink the moft. Tis true, I think I’m high in luck, -‘Whene’er I hear the bottle cluck: ~ Yet tho’ I love the precious ftuff, I always know when I’ve enough. Sometimes indeed I’m told, ‘That when with drinking bold, I’m apt to ftagger as I walk : Bur I'll believe my eyes, Before fuch filly lies, We know cenforious folks will talk. - *Zis true, I think, &e. oe aa THE CHARMS OF MELODY. a - e - . one ae The Scullion’s Complaint. - A PARODY ON COLIN’S COMPLAINT« For which fee No, 46, Y the fide of a great’ kitchen fire, A fcullion fo hungry was laid, : A pudding was all his defire; A kettle fupported his head. The hogs, that were fed by the houfe, — To his fighs with a grunt did reply ;_ And the gutter, that car’d not a loufe, Ran mournfully muddily by. But when it was fet in a difh, Thus fadly complaining he cry’d, “My mouth it does water and with, “ I think it had better been fry’d.” The butter around it was fpread, Twas as great as a prince in his chair; “Qh! might I but’eat it,” he faid; “The proof of the pudding lies there. How foolith was I to believe, “ It was-made for fo lowly a clown; Or that it would have a reprieve ‘From the dainty fine folks of the town; Could I think that a pudding fo fine © “ Would ever uneaten remove ? « We labour that others may dine, “ And live ina kitchen.on love. ~ a a - «« What tho’ at the fire I’ve wrought ‘© Where puddings we broil and do:fry, ‘ Tho’ part of it hither be brought, « And none of it ever fet by? . “ Ah, Colin, thou muft not’ be firft, “Thy knife and.thy trencher refign ; “ There’s Marg’ret will eat till fhe burft, - “4 And her turn is fooner than thine. a a “ And you, my companions fo dear, “« Who forrow to.fee me fo pale, Whatever I fuffer, forbear, ‘“-Forbear at a pudding to rail; “ Tho’ I fhould through all the rooms rove, “ °*T is vain'from my fortune to go> Tis its fate to be often above; . “*'Tis mine for to want it below. If while my hard fate I fuftain, “ In your breaft any pity be found, Ye fervants that earlier dine, “ Come fee how I lie on the ground: Then hang up a.pan and a pot, | “ And forrow to fee how I dwell: And fay, when you grieve at my lot, ‘“* Poor Colin lov’d pudding too well. ‘ a 6c ? ‘ . ”~ - wn . n * Then back to your meat you may go, _ “ Which you fet in your difhes fo prim, | Where fauce in the middle does flow, « And flowers are ftrew’d round the brim: Whilft Colin forgotten and gone, ‘« By the hedges fhall difmally rove, — Unlefs when he fees the round moon, “ He thinks ona pudding above.” n . our . n wn “* When o’er the World the heedlefs Lamb | Sung in ‘ The Choloric Fathers. : WV BEN o’er the world the heedlefs lamb ! Hath, ’till the dufky twilight, ftray’d, q His fimple plaints cry’d “ here I am, ¢ Of night and folitude afraid.” But if far off his dam he hears, Echoing oft the mournful bleat, 7 ee He runs and ftops, and hopes, and fears, ’ And bounds -with pleafure when.they meet. i e | Tee ae can “ Ce tans i The Spenthrift. i YE Frolickfome lads of the game, Ye mifers both wretched and old, - Come liften to Billy by name, — ~~ Who once had his hatful of gold, With feven feore acres of land, _ And corn and cattle great ftore ; _ Tho’ now I have none at.command, Yet ftill I’m as gay as before. Then why fhould we quarrel for riches, Or any fuch glittering toys? A light heart and a thin pair of breeches , ' Go thorough the world, brave boys! My father was cloathed in leather, ___ My mother in fheep’s ruffet grey ; They labour’d in all forts of weather, ~ That I might go gallant and-gay ; With my rapier, hat mounted with feather, A heart too as light as a cork ; ‘ What th’old folks had rak’d up together, I f{catter’d abroad with a fork. Then why, Se. The merchant who trades on the feas _. For riches, you very well know _ His mind can be never at eafe When bluftering tempefts do blow ; His happinefs is very {mall, _ For fear of fome terrible news; But he that has nothing at all, Why he can have nothing to lofe. i Then why, °c Should they make me a juftice of peace, An alderman, fh’riff, or lord may’r, With riches my cares would increafe, And drive me quite into defpair. I love to be jovial and free, T’ll ne’er be concern’d in the ftate; i % My mind is a kingdom to me, And there’s danger in being too great. Then why, Fee My money is pretty well fpent, My houfes, my cattle,.and corn, . And yet I’m as full of content As e’er J was fince I was born: I will not be plagued with wealth, __ My pockets are drain’d pretty dry: can walk where I pleafe for my health, _ For—I never fear robbers—not I. ; Then why, ie. They tell me, that-care kill’d a cat, ; It ftarv’d her, and caus’d her to die; “But I will be wiler than that, 5 For the devil a care will have I, But to tofs off a full flowing bowl, _ And caft away forrow and ftrife, With an health to the jolly, brifk foul » Who never took care in his life. > Then why, Se. Ye Silver Brooks. Sung in the Opera of ‘ The Farmer.’ \7E filver brooks wander Will pleafe each meander; Your verdant bounds keeping, We trace from the fource : But into ftreams gliding, You’re loft by diving; The fond willow weeping, Ye die in your courfe. My joys, thou fhalt fhare them, Thy griefs, let me bear them, Tl calm the wild tumults that rife in thy breaft : Kind Love his torch lighting, Our hearts re-uniting, A wife’s pure affetion fhall footh thee to reft. X |. . THE CHARMS OF MELODY. VASA Dae oak Te aD fs cg) 8 Child Maurice. This is undoubtedly the true title of this incomparable Ballad though corrupted into Gil Mforrice by the nurfes and old women, from whofe mouths it was originally publifhed.— Child feems to have been applicable to a young nobleman when about the age of fifteen, It occursin Shake/pear’s Lear, in the following line, probably borrowed from fome old ro~ mance or ballad, rr “ Child Roland to the dark tower came.” —=—— Ac& Ul—Scene VII, HILD Maurice was an earl’s fom His name it waxed wide ; It was not for his riches great, Nor yet his mickle pride, But it was for his mother gay Who liv’d on Carron fide. “Where fhall I get a bonny boy “« ‘That will win hofe and fhoen, “ That will go to Lord Bernard’s hall, “© And bid his lady come? “‘ And ye may run-errand, Willie, “ And ye may run with fpeed ; “ When other boys goon their feet “ Ye fhall have prancing fteed.” “ Oh, no! oh, no! my mafter dear! “‘ I dare not for my life; T’'ll not go to the bold baron’s, “« For t’entice forth his wife.” * My bird Willie, my boy Willie, “ My dear, Willie” he faid, “ How-can you ftrive againft the ftream? « For I muft be obeyed.” “ But, oh, my mafter dear,” hecry’d, > “ In Greenwood ye’re your lane; > “ Give o’er fuch thoughts I wad ye rid, “ For fear ye fhould be ta’en.” ¢ a « Hafte, hatte, I fay, go to the hall, « Bid her come here with {peed ; “ If ye refufe my high command, “ T’ll make your ‘body bleed. 6 a Go, bid her take this gay mantel, « °*Tis a’ gowd but the hem: « Bid her come to the good Greenwood, “ Even by herfelf dlane: « And there it is, a filken {carfe, “ Her own hand few’d the fleeve; And bid her come to Child Maurice; *« Afk no bold baron’s leave.” ; Yes, I will go your black errand, / “ Though it be to your coft; - Bi Since ye will not be warn’d by me, “Tn it ye will find froft. * The baron he’s a man of might, «“ Hene’er could ’bide to taunt ; « And ye will fee before ’tis night, “ Small caufe you have to vaunt. é s ¢ no é . «© And fine I may your errand run, . “ So fore againft my will, ee ‘«‘ T’li make a vow, and keep it too, « Tt fhall be done for ill.” , When he came to the broken bridge, He bent his bow and fwam,; | And when he came to grafs growing, Set down his feet and ran. And when he came to Bernard’s gate, Would neither rap nor call, But fet his bent bow to his breaft, And lighty leap’d the wall. ... He would not tell the man his errand Though he ftood at the gate; But ftraight into the hall he came, 1 Where they were fet at meat. #4 . > BALLADS ANCIENT “AND MODER “Hail! hail ! my gentle fire, and dame’! ** My meffage will not wait, ““ Dame, you maun to the Greenwood go, “ Before it be too late. ‘ ; * You're bid to take this gay-mantel,, | “Tis a’ gowd but the hem: E “ You maun hafte to the good Greenwood, “E’en by yourfelf alane. “* And there it is, a filken {carfe, ‘Your own hand few’d the fleeve; . : “ You maun-go {peak to‘Child Maurice; ; ‘* Afk no bold: baron’s leave.” - The lady ftamped with her foot, And winked with her eye ; -But all that fhe could fay or-do, Forbid he would not be. .“ Tt’s furely to. my bower-woman, *“ Tt ne’er could be to me.” ‘“ T brought it to lord Bernard’s lady:; ‘“ T thought that you be fhe.” “Then up and fpeak the wily nurfe, (The bairn upon her knee) -& Tf it be come from Child Maurice, - Tt’s dear welcome to me.” . - Ye lie, ye lie, thou filthy nurfe, : ' So loud.as I heir you lie; -¢ J brought it to lord Bernard’s lady, « J’m fure you are not fhe.” Then up and fpeak the bold baron, An angry man was he; He’s tane the table with his foot, : So has he with his knee, o “Till chryftal cup and azar difh : . In flinders he made flie. : « With all the hafte you can, _ , © And I'll go to the good Greenwood, si “« And {peak with your .lemman.” f * Go bring a robe of your: cliding, oy « Oh, bide at home now lord Bernard! « T warn you bide at home ; “ Ne’er -wyte a-man for violence, -“ Who ne’er wyte you with none.” He whittled and he fung; «« Qh, what means all the folk coming? My mother tarries long.” : Child Maurice fat in the Greenwood, ; ay,& ‘The baron-to the Greenwood came, With mickle dule and care ; And there he firft {py’d Child Maurie, 2 “ My lady loves thee weel : «“ The faireft part of my body “Js blacker than thy heil. Vet ne’er the lefs now, Child Maurice, « For all thy great beauty, You'll rue the day you ere was born ; y « That head fhall go with me.” ; Combing his yellow ‘hair a * . No wonder, no wonder, Child Maurice, ™. Now he has drawn his trufty brand, - And flaided owr the firae; * And through Child Maurice’ fair body a He gar’d the cold iron gae. | And then he took Child Maurice’ head, ~ And fet it on a Ipear ; : _ ‘The meaneft man in all his train, | __ Has io that head. to bear. And he’ Gaktane CDE Males up, “Tf IT had known he was your fon, “ Dry up your tears, my winfome dame, Laid him acrofs his fteed ; 2 And brought him to his painted ‘bower, . And laid him on a bed. ‘The lady on the caftle wall, Beheld both dale and downs 7 “And there fhe faw:Child Mauri Come trailing:to the-town. ‘“* Better I love that’ Bloody head, «“ Bot and that yellow hair, _ “ Than lord Bernard and all his lands, « As they lie here and there.” And fhe has tane Child Maurice’ head, And kifs’d both cheek and chin; © - «« T was-once fond of Child Maurice, *« ‘As the hip is of the flane. «T got you in my father’s houfe “ With mickle fin and fhame ; ““T brought ye up in the Greenwood, “Known to myfelf alane ; “¢ Oft have 1 by thy cradle fat, “ And fondly feen thee fleep 3 « But now I may go’ *bout. thy grave *« A mother’s tears to weep.’ Again fhe kifs’d | his bloody pecans Again his bloody chin ; “ Better I lov’d my fon Maurice, - « Than all ay ‘kiff and kin!” is Away, away, ye ill woman, ‘ ** An ill death may you die ! : #@ ““He'd ne’er been flain by me.” “ Upbraid-me not, my lord Bernard t z ‘« Upbraid me not for fhame : “ With that fame fpear, oh, }pierce my heart, ‘« And faveme from my; es Lie ee sare £ Since nothing but Child Maurice’ head “ Thy jealous rageccould quell, “ Let that fame hand:now take her life, “ That ne’er to thee done ill. “To meno afterdaysnor nights — ‘© Will ere be'fafe or kind : “ Tl) fill the air-with heavy fighs, “And greet till I be blind.” & ~ Enough of blood by me’s been fpilt, “ Seek not your death from me; I’drather it had been myfelf, «Than either him or thee... EBS! ARERR Be a + Lae? tee © of ré ” With hopelefs woe I hear your pling, “ Sore, fore I rue the deed— « That ere this curfed hand of mine ~ ““ Should make his body bleed ! Ne “ They ne’er can hail the wound; You fee histhead upon the fpear, “ His heart’s blood on the ground. ‘4 « nr I curfe the hand that did the deed, 44 9 Ze “« The heart that thought the ill, © The feet that bore me with tia Thess “ The comely youth to kill. rl é’re lament for Ghild Maurice “As if he were my ane ; “ “ T’ll ne’er forget the dreary day e “Qn which the Fou was B in.” ‘ ( tan NY, GHA) He, Se ee I AE 9 AR ia A NPT 4 One Penny, CHARMS OF MELODY, AST REN Mier EY. The Pian of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio, Volume, dil the Songs, ancient and modern, worth»preferving, in the Englith Language , forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, ‘Sea, and Political Songs; aswel Gluggity, glug, went the Bottle. Sung in the Entertainment of “Feudal Times.’ JOLLY fat friar lov’d liquor, good ftore, And he had drank ftoutly at fupper ; He mounted his horfe, in the night, at the door, And fat with his face to the crupper.— «« Some rogue,” ‘quoth the friar, “quite dead to remorte, « Some thief, whom a halter will throttle— «¢ Some {coundrel has cut off the head of my horfe, « Whilft I was engag’d with the bottle; “ Which went gluggity, gluggity, glug.” _ The tail of his fteed. pointed fouth, on the dale, Twas the friar’s road home, ftrait and level; But, when fpur’d, a horfe follows his nofe, not his ei, eee So hefeamper’d due north, like a devil— “« This new mode of docking” the’fat'friar faid, “ J perceive doe{n’t make a horfe trot ill— _ And ‘tis cheap—for he never can eat without head, - While,I am’engag’d with the bottle; BER ie “ Which goes glugetty, ec.” i The fteed made a ftop—in the pend he had got; He was rather for drinking thanrgrazing.; Quoth the friar “ ’tis ftrange headleis.horfes fhould yy SOE! . “ But to drink with therr tails is amazing |” Turning round to find whence this phenomenon roie, In the pond fell this fon: of a pottle ; ‘Quoth he “ the head’s found, for I’m under his nofe, “© T with I were over the bottle! | “Which goes gluggity, Ge Tho’ Prudence may prefs me. - Sung in ‘ The Deferter’, “rF%HO’ prudence may prefs me, i And duty. diftrefs me, sAgainit inclination, ah! what can they do? No longer a rover, His follies are over, “My beart, my fond heart, faysmy Henry is true. The bee thus as changing, From iweet to {weet ranging, . Avrofe fhould he light on, né’er wifhes to firays Wich raptures poffeffing, In one ev’ry bleffing,. Pra Ah torn, from her bofom he flies ‘far away. ewe | as Old Englith, Irifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &e. a eS nS Annem OE St A RES EEN RR RS ACT A ER A A FR RA Fr A A NE AS NN ; To-which will be added, a complete Index. The Maid of the Wold. ‘Sung in the Entertainment of ¢ Feudal Times. ©", the maid of the Wold, how the travers’d the aN and, os To court the rude touches of winter’s chill hand, The wind on her bofom of lilies blew bleak, And the fnow fell, in flakes, on the rofe of her ch eek. Drear,drear, was the profpedt; all clouded the ky; But the funfhine of Liberty beam’d in her. eye: Ske cry’d, while the wetfromher ringlets fhe prefs’d, ‘‘T am free as the blaft that blows over my brea!” ‘Sweet:maid of the wold! as unfhelter’d you fray, ‘In that blifs of the poor—all the world for your way /— If one penfive moment fhould flit o’er your mind, ‘Drop a tear fora captive, in {plendour confin’d. ‘The Fav’rite of the Fair, Written by Mr. Wasson, -ATR== Thus, thus, my boys, our anchor’s weigh'd. qe thus, my boys, you fee ance more, ‘We're landed fafe on Britain’s fhore, In {pite of every foe, Let's circulate the chearful clafs, Then each return unto his lais, “On her his gains beftow, Let Venus quit her flow’ry car, Phat fails above the air, To hail the free-born Britith tar, ‘Lhe fav’rite of the fair. ‘Enough of war we’ve had, my friends, But now on peace my hope depends, ‘Oh, may each hope prove true, And may kind heav’n aufpicious prove, Each fair reward her failor’s love, Content will then enlue, Let Venus quit, Be. Lo keep my gentle Jeffe. Sung io ¢ The Merchant of Venice? "Te keep my gentle Jeffe, What labour would feem hard? Each toilfome tafk how eafy! Her love the {weet reward. The bee thus, uncomplaining, Efteems no toil fevere ; The {weet reward obtaining, OF honey ali the year. iy \ endiaet PUBLISHED at N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dabilin; ~ : Where the preceding Numbers may be had. . -“ 198 THE CHARMS OF MELODY. Neptune’s Neglect. H*? Neptune, when firft he took charge of the oleh, Been as wife, or at leaft been as merry as we, He’d have thought better on’t, and inftead of its brine, W ould have fill’d the vaft ocean with gen’rous wine What trafficking then would have been on the main, For the fake of good liquor, as well as for gain! No fear then-of tempeft, or danger of finking; The fifhes ne’er drown that are always a-drinking- The hot thirfty Sun then would drive with more hafte, Secure in the evening of fuch a repall : And when he'd get tipfey, have taken his nap With double the pleafure in Thetis’s lap. By the force of his rays, and thus heated with wine, Confider how glorioufly Phoebus would fhine ; What vaft exhalations he’d draw up on high, To relieve the poor earth as it wanted fupply. How happyus mortals, when bleft with fuch rain, To fill all our veffels, and fill them again! Nay, even.the beggar that has ne’er a difh, Might jump in the river and drink iene fh. What health and contentment on every brow, Hob as great asa prince, dancing after the plough! The birds in the air, as they play on the wing, Altho’ they but fip, would eternally fing. The ftars, who I think don’t to drinking incline, Would frifk and rejoice at the fume of the wine ; And merrily twinkling, would foon let us know ‘Lhat they were as happy as mortals below. Had this been the cafe, what had we enjoy’d? Our fpirits fill rifing, our fancy ne'er cloy’d : A pox then on Neptune, when “twas_in his power, To flip like a fool, fuch a fortunate hour. a ae eee When the rofy Morn appearing. Sung in the Opera of * Refina.’ \ A JWEN the rofy morn appearing, . Paints with gold the verdant lawn, Bees, on banks of thyme difporting, Sip the fweets, and hail the dawn. Warbling birds the day proclaiming, Carol {weet the lively ftrain, They forfake their leafy dwelling, - To fecure the golden grain. See Content, the humble gleaner, Take the fcatter’d ears that fall! Nature, all her children viewing, Ret bounteous, cares for all. “Ah! think on this, and 16ve me full. Sungyia the Comic Opera of ‘ Incle and Yarico. O'R grotto was the {fweeteft place! The bending boughs, with fragrance blowing Would check the brook’s impetuous pace, Which murmur’d to be flopt from flowing, *Tis there we met, and gaz’d our fill; Ah! think on this, and love me fill. *T was then my bofom firft knew fear, Fear to an Indian maid a firanger ; The war-fong, arrows, hatchet, ipear, All warn’d me of my lover’s danger. For him did cares my bofom fill; ‘Ah! ahink on this, and love me ftill. en en rp NT At A a ee NE A RE LTR mee Anfwer to Ma Chere Ami. For which fee No. 2. ON cher ami! let not defpair Your bofom fill with anxious care, W hofe heart’s fo open, mind fo free— T’ll think of him who thinks of me. Non cher ami, €c. Charge not a tender virgin’s flame With rudenefs, to confefs the fame ; Gh ! pardon all the faults you fee, And think of her who thinks of thee. Mon cher ami, ®c. Then let usto the church incline, And Hymen watts our hands to join ; . For ever after happy be, I blefs’d with you, and you with me. Mion chor ami, Este, If the treafur'd Gold could give. ¥ the treafur’d gold could give, Man a longer term to live, I’d employ my utmoft care; Still to keep and ftill to fpare ;, ‘ And when Death approach’d, would fay, “ Take thy fee, and walk away.’ ‘But fince riches cannot fave ‘Mortals from the gloomy grave, Why fhould I myfelf deceive, Vainly figh, and vainly grieve? Death will furely be my lot, Whether I am rich or not. Give me freely while I live, Gen’rous wines, in plenty give, Soothing joys, my life to cheer, Beauty kind, and friends fincere ; 5 Happy, could Lever find Friends fincere, and beauty kind. Corydon and Daphne. ee hawthorn is fweetly in bloom, And daifies bedeck the gay mead, ‘The rofe fheds its richeft perfume, And each love-tale of youth muft fucceed : Ah! why, in this feafon of joy, . Ah! why.is my fhepherd away? ; While abfent the feafons but cloy, And vain is the fragrance of May. When forc’d from our plains to depart, Oe The fwain was fo gentle and kind, ey His fighs fpoke the pangs of his Heat: To leave his poor Daphne behind : Yet why in this feafon of joy, : Ah! why does my Corydon ftay? | While abfent all feafoas muft cloy, ; ‘ And loft are the pleafures of May. | ¢ In vain I’ve collected each flower, % With woodbine entwin’d ev’ry tree; ; In vain have bedeck’d the gay bower, Unlefs it be deck’d thus for thee: i- Then come, my dear Corydon, come, ‘. The fields and the meadows are gay ; No joys cam you find » ee rena a Like our plains vi enliven’d by Mer: he i a i ms , La To be fure I ond Sung in the Farce of * The Agreeable Surprize.’ F all the pretty flow ers, A cowflip’s my delight : With that I’d pais my hours, Both morning, noon, and night. Lo be fure I would, &e. ‘This cowtlip ae to {weetly, And look’d fo freth and gay, Says I, you’re drefs’d fo neatly, ™% We'll have a little play. Lo be fure we will, Se. One evening in the dairy, ?T was lying on the fhelf ; I kifs’d the pretty fairy, And then eis down mytelf. To be fure f did, Fe. UThis flow'r one morning early, i Upon bed did reft; I lov’d to pull it @ealy, And flicks it in my breaft. im Slow. ye Bleak: Ww inds. LOW, ye hleak winds, around my head, 4 And footh my heart’s corroding care; Flath round my brows, ye lightnings red, _ And blaft the laurels planted there ; But may the maid where’er fhe be, Think not of my diftrefs, nor me. “May all the traces of our love; Be ever blotted from her mind: _ May from her breaft my vows remove, And no remembrance leave behind ; i. | . But may the maid, PC. . eS i may I ne’er behold er onore: ; hy, Fox the has robb’d my foul of reft: 4 Wildom’ s affiftance ts too poor 1’ ‘To calm. the zempeft i in my breaft ; Bt Re But may the maid, ie. \ Come, Death, ‘©! come thou friendly deep, i And with my forrows lay me low: _ And fhould the gentle virgin weep, ' Nor fharp nor ae be her woe; But ac the mata, Fe. seinen wore car - ee sa ee ne cre e Lenmim, tell his meaning. AvoNG: the fwains that trip the plains, My johnny is moft {mart ; Hef ings fo fweet, and looks fo neat, I fear he’s won my heart : - Bescath a fhade, I ence was laid, _ And he was over leaning, He heav’d a figh, T can’t tell why, a with I knew his meaning: My tender lambs and bleating dams, When o’er the lawn I trace; With pleafing air he flill is near, And.gazes on my face : When hounds and horn awake the morn, | He finds me then a gleaning, + Then tells a tale w hich might prevail, _ If once I knew his meaning. “4 once inclin’d to tell his sind If wedlock is his plan ; Then void of ftrife I’ll prove a wife, -»” And dg the beft I can ; I ne’er will vex, nor him per Pleo i Or wicked things be feen in, et he flali prove how much I love— dia ee let him i his meaning. | THE omanss ‘OF MELODY. To a L could, ee. ( a 4 ! 199 a ie BALLAD.+ BE TM, Soa \ The Child of Elle. ° Or yonder hill a caftle fands, With walls and towers bedight + ' And yonder lives the Child of Elle, A young and comely knight. Leann er The Child of Elle to his garden WwW ent, And ftood at his garden pale, When, lo! he beheld fair Wi popes ine’s page Coie tripping down the dale. The Child of Elle he hied him thence, Y-wis he flood not fill, And foon he met fair Ammeline’s pages Come climbing up the hill. 66 Now Chrift thee fave, thou little foot page, - “ Now Chriift thee Glee: and fee, ies Oh, tell me how does ‘hy lady’ gays! yn < « And what may thy tidings be ?”’. Re ae & a“ My lady fhe is all woe-begone, eee ne ‘“‘ And the tears they fall from her eynes; Ke ‘¢ And, ah, the laments the deadly feude SA RGee Se Bay cen her houfe and thine. «© And here fhe fends thee a filken fearf, “© Bedewed with many a tear; And bids thee fometimes think on her, | «“ Who loved thee fo dear. ‘ ~ “« And here fle fends thee a ring of gold, “ ‘Phe laft boon thou may’ft have ; «© And bids thee wear it for her fake «¢ When fhe is laid in grave., 3 wn For, ah, her gentle «« And in grave foon muff fhe be, Sith her father hath chofe her a new love, “« And forbid her to think of thee. f se a = “ Her father hath brought her a carlith knight, “ Sir Fohn, of the North Country, | And within three days fhe muft him wed, “ Or, he vows he will her flay.” a n e n Now hie thee back, thou little foot page, « And greet thy lady from me, And tell her that T, her own true-love, | «¢ Will die or fet her free. a n n Now hie thee back, ‘thou little toot page, «“ And let thy fair lady know, This night will I be at her bower window, « Betide me weal or woe.” 5 a The boy he tripp’d, the boy he ran, \ se He neither fiint nor ftaid, eee Ne , Untill he came to fair eclines bower; Nt ty When kneeling down he faid : ne 4 « Q, lady, I’ve been with thy own true-love, «And he greets thee well: by me; « This night will he be at thy bower window, _ & To die or fet thee free.” Now day was gone, and night was come, -- And all were faft afleep ; All fave the lady Emmeline, * Who fat in her bower to weep, ‘And foon ‘fhe heard her erue-love’ S voice, te \ Low whifpering at the wall; , s . Awake, awake, my dear lady, ; . ye aes ne 5 de, true- “horas ste age . ae ¥ “¢ Awake, awake, my lady dear, ' «Come, mount this fair palfry ; _ » - This ladder of ropes will let thee down, R , “ T’ll carry thee hegce away.’ “* Now’nay, now nay, thou gentle knight, - _ * Now nay, this may not be; ~ ) 4 For, ah, I fhould ftain my maiden fame, ol SD alone l: fhould wend. with thee.” .* O lady, thou with a knight fo true, 4 ‘“* Maytt fafely wend alone, fed «To my lady mother I will thee bring, 5 r pee it _ « Where marriage fhall make us one.” pu - My father he is a baron bold, ‘« Of lyneage proud and high, - And what would he fay if his daughter it “ Away. with.a knight fhould ily? ie - Ah, well I*know he never would ref, ‘Nor his meat fhould do him good, -« Till he had flain thee, Child of Elle, é \ And feen thy dear heart’s blood.” « O, lady, were thou in thy faddle fer, “ And a little fpace him fro, ‘« I would not for thy father care, «“ Not the worft that he could do. «« O, lady, were thou in.thy faddle fet, «“ And once within this wall, « J would not for thy father care, « Or workt that might befall.” Fair. Emmeline figh’d, fair Hmmeline wept, And, ah, her heart was woe, | At length he feiz’d her lily-white hand, aes And down the ladder drew. eee thrice he elafp'd her to his breaft, And kifs’d her tenderly ; The tears that fell from her fai Ran like the fountain a “xi mounted ins his fteed _ And-her on-a fair palfry, ay And flung his bugle about his neck, And brifkly rode away. . _All this beheard her’ own damfel, ce In her bed, where fhe lay, ~~ + Quoth fhe, “ my lord fhall know of this, ; - - And Vl get gold and fee. Bann So ag « Awdke, awake, thou baron’ bold _ * Awake, my noble dame! er . « Your daughter is fled with the Child of Elle, _ “ To do the deed of fhame.” The baron awoke, the baron arofe, _ And called his merry men all; - .* And come thou forth, Sir Fohn, the knight, de eT hg lady i is carry’d to thrall.” ' ee Fair Emmeline {carce had ridden a mile, ; A mile forth of the town, When fhe was aware of her father’s men, Come galloping o’er the down. And foremoft came the carlifh knight, (Sir {oko of the North Country) “¢ Now itop, now ftop, thou falfe traitor, « Nor carry that lady away : “« For fhe is come of high lyneage, + “ And was of.a lady born; * And ill it befeems thee, a falfe churl’s fon, “ To carry her hence to {eorn.” -% Now loud thou lieft, “4 Fohn, the knight, _ . * Now thou do’ft lye of me; Ok knight me got, anda lady me bore, 4 Be ne’er did none by thee. we re ge *“ Now hold thy’ hand, Pika baron bold, - My mother fhe was an eafl's. daughter, « Trok me, but for the carlith knig! “ But light now down, my deat lady, “ Light down, and hold my horfe, “ While I, and Wie difcourteous. =. “ Do try our valour’s force.” Fair Emmeline figh’d, fair Emmelinewept, And, ab, her heart was woe; While *twixt her love and the carlifh knight, Paft many a baleful blow. The Child of Elle he fought fo well, ME As his weapon he wav’d amain, That foon he had flain the carlith knight, And laid him on the plain. And now the baron, and all-his men} Full faft approached nigh, Re es Ah, what may lady Emmeline do! ~~ oe "TD were now no time to fly. = ’ Her lover he put his horn to-his mouth, And blew both loud and fhrill, »And foon he faw his own art Come riding o’er the ‘hill. ‘«T pray thee hold thy hand, ll -4* Nor ruthlefs rend two gentle hears, 4 “ Faft knit in trueslove’s band. et, “° Thy daughter T have dearly lov’ 4, “ Full long and.many a day, , -** But with fuch love, as holy kirk «Hath freely faid we may. =“ « O give confent fhe may be taine, i ‘ « And blefs a faithful pair ; Me ce “My lands and livings are not {mall, > “ My houfe and. lyneage fair, And a noble knight my. fire-—— - The baron hefrown’d, and turn’d away, With mickledole and ire. oi Fair Emmeline figh’d, fair Emmelj ae 3 _And-did all trembling ftand ; q At length fhe {prang upon her knee, — And ‘held his lifted hand. oy Pardon, my lord. ‘anid father “Gene: « This fair young knight and me, _ ¢ . “'T ne'er had fled from thee. we wea Oft have you call’d your Emmeline, “ Your darling, and your joy ; O let-not then your harfh refolves © “ Your Ammeline deftroy.” sas j ; oR The baron he ftrok’d his dark brown And turn’d his head. ieee ea To wipe away the ftarting tear He proudly ftrove. to hide. In deep revolving thought’ he ftood, ent : And mus’d a little {pace ; or , ‘Then rais’d fair Hmmeline from fe proud, af With many a fond embrace. * Here, take her, Child of: Elle. ae sid, eg Ana gave her lily hand ; : : v4 « Here take my dear and only child, *« And with her half my land. « Thy father once mine honour 3 “In days of f youthful pride, | Hafted away to his duty, But, oh! I fear éach mortal part, . And {wore ta.Minervaa terrible oath, Nay, e’en this true, this faithfal heart, _ He'd never think more of her beauty. Refiftlefs to the urchin’s dart, > Bachelors bluff, bachelors bluff, ; Shot by the eyes-ofilora. Heigh for a heart as tough as a buff, Ilufive vapour, tranfient blaze, } ~'Thofe who are fingle never wear horns, _ Oh! vanith while I wand’ring gaze, Thofe who are fingle live happy ; ~~ But fhine like Dian’s filver rays, é Thote who are married lye upon thorns, _ My paffion chafte for Norah; | And always look ragged and fhabby, Yet Hymen winks, and Venus fmiles, « Cuckolds, comne dig, cuckolds, come dig, And paffion ev’ry fenfe beguiles, ‘ Round about, cuckolds, come dance to iny jigg. And Cupid with his thoufand wiles, Affift.my charming Flora. , Thofe who live fingle fear not a rout, ; Nothing to them can be fweeter, They have ‘i wife to eee, or pout, ‘ Saying “ how can you leave me, dear creaturé.”’ : “ bat ettels bluff, adil bluff, Ah, Solitude, take my Diftrefs. Heigh for a heart as tough asa buff. Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ T#e Cafleof Andalufia.” Ye belles and beaus fo fmart and fair, A® Solitude, take my diftrefs, F Say, were not foldiers form’d for love? My griefs I’ll unbofom to thee, - _ I'm fure you'll find them all fincere, Each fizh thou can’ft gently reprefs, , , If you but kind and conftant prove; Thy filence is mufic to me. ; But if you flight their paffion fill, ‘Yet peace from my fonnet may fpring, A And tyrannize o’er hearts fo true, Tor peace let me fly the gay throng, | . j i - Depend upon it they'll rebel, To foften. my forrows I fing, | And will not care a fig for you. Yet forrow’s the theme of my fong. wedi : ; fea te le wi t ues a a ill re eee THE CHARMS OF Allfierce and military. Sang in the Comic Opera of * Patrick in Pruffia.’ age fierce and military,’ Crofs buff-belt and regimental new, With high cap rough and hairy, At our grand review : ‘ With fpur and boot, Adorn the foot, To grace the field, while. pateraroes fhoot. Fire and {moke, All a joke, Bullets whiz, Bully Quiz Erect as a’fturdy oak. , Onmy charger prancing, é Rat, tat, tat, his hoofs fhall beat the ground; - Great glove, and broad fword glancing, _ Salute the ladies round: In the grand pas rear, Up the, pavement tear, Like a noble coi’nel, at my men I. fwear, Hey, they fight, To the right, Keep the rank, ; Guard the flank, _. Zounds, I'll foon be a brigadier. mM The Boys of the Blade. Sung in'the Comic Opera of ‘ Patrick in: Pruffia? S° chearful and'happy, we boys of the blade, J Prepare all to'meet on, the’ fhining. parade; a Then rub, ‘Then fcrub, » ‘Your mufkets, your belts, and your bayonets bright, | Te’ll rub, ; We'll fcrub, Our mufkets, our-belets;and our bayonets bright. In fpatterdath white; as he throws up his leg, Each rank and filemmarches a bold Scanderbeg ; | ‘The ladies admiring, ‘Our charging and firing, Our ftanding and kneeling, To right and left wheeling. A {mile'from a woman’s a foldier’s delight, They love as we love ’em, and for “em we fight; We'll jovially fing, ‘Drink a health to our king, ‘And make the.camp ring, We. | I have a Lover of my own. \ | _ Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ The Caftle of Andalufia> | { [ HAVE a lover of my own, ‘So kind and true is he; ‘As true, I love but him alone, And he loves none but me. | boaft not of his velvet down, On checks of rofy hue, |dis fpicy breath, his ringlets brown ; T prize the heart that’s true. io to all elfe I muft fay nay ; They only fret and teaze: Year youth, ’tis you alone that may Come court me when you pleate. play’d my love a.thoufand tricks, In feeming coy and fhy ; \Cwas only, ere my heart I’d fix, | I thought his love to try. c ‘ we ; ; \ i. = “ave ess MELODY. 1 49 O- Go I am, cry’d Apollo. 3 ] AM,” cry’d Apollo, when Daphne he woo’d, And panting for breath the coy virgin purfu’d, When his wifdom in manner moft ample expreft, The long lift of graces his godfhip ‘pofieft. « T’m the god of fweet fong, and infpirer of lays.” Nor for lays, ner fweet {ong, the fair fugitive ftays. “I'm the god of the harp—ftop, my faireft” in vain; -Nor the harp, nor the harper, could bring her again. ee The Children in the Wood. ee ‘Mr A ddifon, in {peaking of this iacomparable Ballad amone{t other things in its praife, fays, ‘¢ Tho’ the Langua ee is Mean, the thoughts are natural, and therefore cannot fail to pleafe ** thofe who are not judges of Language, or thofe who, not “* withftanding they are judges of Language, have a true “‘ and unprejudiced tafte of Nature. The condition {peech and behaviour of the dying Parents, with the ape inno- * cence and diftrefs of theChildren, are fet forth in fitch ten- ** der circumftances, that itis impoffible for a Reader of com- ““ mon humanity not to be affected with them. As for the “¢ circumitance of the Robin-red-Preaff, it is indeed a little ** poetical ornament; .and to thew the genius of the Author ““amidft all his fimplicity, is jut the fame kind of fition which one of the greateft Latin Pocts (Horace). has made ‘“ufe of upon a‘parallel occafion.” pe Spetlator—No, 85. —_—__.. me “ee Nee ponder well, you parents dear, The words which I fhall write; A doleful ftery you fthall hear, ‘In time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good account In Norfolk liv’d of late, Whofe wealth and riches did farmount Moft men of his eftate, es Sore fick he was, and like to die, No help that he could have; Wie, ‘His wife by him as fick did lie, And both poffefs’d one grave. No love between thefe two was loft, ‘Each was to th’other kind ; In love they liv’d, in love they dy’d, And left two babes behind. The one a fine and pretty boy, Not paffing three years old; Th’ other a girl, more young than he, And made in Beauty’s mold. The father left his little fon, As plainly-doth appear, When he to perfect age fhould come, Three hundred pounds a year; And to his little daughter Fane Five hundred pounds in gold, ‘To be paid down on marriage day, Which might not be controul’d: But if the children chance to die, Ere they to age ihould come, Their uncle fhould poffes their wealt ; For fo the willdid run. , £ - . & au ’ Tae! ~~ ie Steet. oil Bio o AO4 BALLADS ANCIEN « Now brother,” faid the dying man, “ Look to my children dear; Be good unto my boy and girl, «“ No friends elfe have I here: “ To God and you I do commend “ My children night.and day; But little while, be fure, we have « Within this world to flay. ‘ - é ‘ You muft be father and mother both, “ And uncle, all in one; God knows what will become of them, « When I am dead and gone.” With. that befpake their mother dear, «© © brother kind,” quoth-the, “ You are the man muft bring our babes 46°°To wealth or mifery. . « But if you keep them carefully, “ Then God will you reward; “If otherwife you feem to-deal, “ God will your deeds regard,” With lips as cold as any ftone, She kifg’d her children fmall: #* God blefs you both, my children dear,” With that the tears did fall. Thefe fpeeches then their brother fpoke, To this‘fick couple here : « The keeping of your children dear, “ Dear fifter, do not fear ; “ God never profper me nor mine, “ Nor ought elfe that I ‘have, “ If dajwrong your children dear, «When you are laid in grave.” Their parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them home unto his houfe, And much of them he makes. He had not kept thefe pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day, But, for their wealth, he did devife To make them both away. He bargain’d with two ruffians rude, Which were of furious moed, That they fhould take the children young, And flay them in a wood. He told his wife, and all he had, He did the children:fend — To be brought up in fair London, With one that was his friend. Away then went thefe pretty babes, Rejoicing at the ude, Rejoicing with a merry mind, They fhould on cock-horfe ride. They prate and pratile pleafantly, ” As they rode on the way, Jo thofe that would their butchers be, To work their lives away. So that the pretty fpeech they had, Made murderers’ hearts relent ; And they that undertook the deed * Full fore they did repent. Yet one of them, more hard of heart, Did vow to do his charge, Becaufe the wretch that hired hum Had paid him very large. ie ieee its * + axp Mopurn, LGNDARIS, &. _ Of children that- be fatherlefs, ‘Left God, with fuch like mifery, 7 ‘ The other would not agree thereto, So here they fell to ftrife ; With one another they did fight, About the childrens’ life : : And he that was of mildeft mood, Did flay the other there, Within an unfrequented wood; | While babes did quake for fear. He took the children by the hand, When tears ftood in their eye, And bade-them come-and go with him, And look they did not cry* ; And two long miles he led them on, While they for food complain; “ Stay here,” quoth he, “l’ll bring you bread, -«« When I do come again.” hie Thefe pretty babes, with hand in hand, Went wandering up ang down; But never more they faw the man, Approaching from the town: Their pretty lips, with black-berries, Were all beimear’d and dy’d, And, when they faw the darkfome night, ‘They fate them down and cry’d. Thus wander’d thefe two pretty babes, Till death did end their grief ; In one anothers’ arms they dy’d, Like babes wanting relief: No burial thefe,pretty babes Of any man receives, . * Till Robin-red-breaft, carefully, ‘Did cover them with leaves. - ~ And now the heavy-wrath of God ‘Upon their uncle fell : ‘ Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his houfe, His conicience felt an hell: \ His barns were fit’d, his goods confum’d, His lands were barren made, His cattle dy’d within the field, And nothing with bio ftay’d. + And, in the voyage of Portugal, Two of his fons did die ; And, to conclude, himfelf was brought To extreme milery : He pawn’d and mortgag’d all his land, Ere feven years came about : And now, at length, this wicked act, ' Did by this means come out: | The fellow that did take in hand Thefe children for to kill, ‘Was for a robb’ry judg’d to die, As was God’s bleffed will; ° Who did confefs the very truth, The which is here exprefs'd ; Their uncle dy’d, while he for debt, » In prifon long did reft. All you that be exec’tors made, And overfeers eke, And infants mild and meek, Take you example by this thing, And yield to each his right, Your wicked minds requite. Pricey: Nu ; : ib. 5 4 | One Penny, THE CHARMS OF MELODY, OR STREN MEDLEY. Mg ae 7 mari { { pe ee ‘ P < ‘9 . tase X ; . 4 : ‘ Br, ; = o ie si =I i ¥ “ a The Plan of the Publither is ‘to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Languages ~ Forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs ; as well as Old Englith,: Trifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. ‘To which will be added, a:complete Index. My fair One, like the blufhing Rofe. Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘The Caftle.of Andalufia? Y fair one, like the blufhing rofe, Can [weets to every fenfe difclofe: Thofe {weets I’d gather, but her fcorn - Then wounds me like the fharpeft thorn. c With fighs each grace and charm I fee ‘Thus doom’d to wither on the tree, ‘Till age fhall chide the thoughtlefs maid, When all thofe blooming beauties fade. O, the Days, when I was young. Sung in the Opera of ‘Te Duenna,’ QO THE days when I was young ! When I laugh’d in Fortune’s fpight, Talk’d of love, the whole day long, And with neétar-crown’d the night. "Then it was old Father Care, Little reck’d I of thy frown, ‘Half thy malice youth could bear, And the reft a- bumper drown. O the days, Se. ‘Truth, they fay, lies ina well, _ Why, I vow, I ne’er could fee ; Let the water-drinkers tell, There it always lay for me: For when fparkling wine went round, Never faw I Falfehood’s mafk, But ftill honeft truth I found In the bottom of each flafk. True, at length, my vigour’s flown, Ihave years to bring decay, Few the locks that now I own, And the few I have are grey: Yet, old Jerome, thou may it boaft, While thy fpirits do not ure, Suill beneath thy age’s froft, Glows a fpark of youthful fire. 'O the days, Eee ee ' O the days, Sc. PUBLIS HED at N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, Eres Where the preceding Numbers can be had. ae His Prefence gives birth. ‘Sung in the Pantomime of ‘ Harlequin Geague.° H* prefence gives birth To good humour and mirth, “© No pleafure on earth fuch delight can impart: He’s fo janty, fo neat, His ‘looks are fo {weet, To the eyes he’s a treat, and a feaft to the heart. What Bard, O Time. Sung in the Opera of *° The Duenna.’« HAT Bard, O Time, difcover, With wings firft made thee move ° Ah! fure he was fome lover, Who ne’er had left his love: . For who that once did prove The pangs which abfence brings; Tho’ but one day, He were away, Could picture thee with wings. \ If I my Heart furrender. , Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ The Caftle of Andalufia.’ Tf I my heart furrender, #4. Be ever fond and tender, And fweet connubial joys fhall crown Each foft refy hour, In pure delight each heart fhall own Love’s triumphant pow’r. See brilliant belles admiring, See fplendid beaux defiring, All for a fmile expiring, Where’er Lorenza moves. To balls and routs reforting, Oh, blifs fupreme, tranfporting Yet ogling, flirting, courting, *Tis you alone that loves. Tf L[ my heart, _ if d ; ‘ me e. a . 1" 4 . at 30 ses 64 re th A a ey! ae . Orramoor. GHINE out, xefplendent god ok dax; On my fair Orramoor ; Her charms thy moft propitious ray, And kindeft looks allure In mountain, vale, or gloomy grove, I’d climb the tallefi tree, ~ Could FT from thence my abfent love, % My charming ‘royer Jee. I’d venture on a rifing cloud, ‘Aloft in ytelding air, From that exalted ftation, proud To view the fmiling fair. Should:fhe in fome fequefter’d bow’r, Among the branches hide, I'd tear off ev’ry leaf and flow’r, "Till fhe was there defcry’d. From ev ry bird I'd fteal a wing, To Orramoor to-ly ; And urg’d by love, would fwiftly. tpring Along the. lightiome. fky. Return and blefs me with thy charms, While yet the fun difplays His-faireft beams, and kindly: warms Us with his vital rays. Return before that light be gone, In which thou fhouldit appear; Unwelcome night is haft’ning on To darken half the year. ‘In vain; relentlefs maid, in vain Thou doft a youth forfake, W hofe love fhall. quickly o’er the plain, ‘Thy favage flight o’ertake. Should bars of fteel my paffage flay, -They could not thee fecure: T’d thro’ enchantment find a way To feize my Orramoor. Love-and War. FARK! how the trumpet founds to battle! Hark! how the thund’ring cannons rattle! Cruel ambition now calls me away, While I have ten thoufand foft things to fay. While honour alarms me, Young Cupid difarms me, And Celia fo charms me. I cannot away. ‘Hark ! again, honour calls me to arms, _ Hark! how the trumpet fweetly charms; Celia no. more then muft be obey’d, Cannons are roaring, and enfigns difplay "ds The thoughts of promotion ‘Infpire fuch a notion, Of Celia’s devotion, / I’m no more ereetd. Guard-her, for me, celeftial powers, Ye gods, blefs the nymph with happy foft hours; © may fhe ever to love me incline, Such lovely perfeétions I cannot refign ; Firm conftancy grant her My true love fhall haunt her, My foul cannot want her,’ She’s all fo divine. 2 ‘gi cms nmr 4 ‘Eggs, chickens, lambs, lords, fquires “And the man’s loft in fomething divine. - That anon fhall-enliven the whole: er tart. , “The Millemaid, Ne RECITATIVES ce ‘As Kate, one morn, with milk- pail. on her head's Was trudging homeward thro’ the verdant mead 3: Her mind revolving on ten thoufand ways, To fix.a lover and her fortune raile ; Bright hope at once beam’d on her flutt’rin Dreaft, And as fhe went fhe thus herfelf fare d 2» oy VEROSE my milk fold, ieee will buy, « And chickens to raife directly ll try, © My poultry, when rear’d, will fetch a good price, “ And two little lambkins [’Il get in a thrice: “ My flock. will increafe, if Fortune but fmile, “ Farewell then, farewell then, to labour and toil,” «“ Now lovers around me will buz like a bee, “No girl inour yillage fo courted’as me ; « But ruftics! adieu, no fuch conquells I'll prize, « The hearts I once fought for I now can defpife.; 4 “« A Jord, or fome iquire, my richesmay win, . -* And titles and coaches are furely no fin.” * georrative. 9/0)! Struck with the fancy’d: blifs,-Kate leapt for's joy, Ah! fickle Fortune ! why her hopes deftroy ? Down camé the pail, and in the mighty fall, oa vanith’d all! Fair ladies, who my tale attend, ~ e ‘Forgive this moral from a friend; “ ‘Like ruin’d Kate, pray be not catcht, Nor count_your chicks before they’ Te hatches From the Eaft breaks the Morn, ES the eaft breaks the morn, See the fums-beamis adorn The wild heath and the STN Shrilly. opes the ftaunch hound, The fieed neighs fo the found,” And the floods and the vailies reply. iit AeA m4 ay ‘Our Fore Fat heen fo sovd, ane mus “4 Prov'd their greatnefs of blood, ~~ “4 By encount’ring the pard and the’ banks : ‘ : ‘Ruddy health bloom’d che eh - Age and youth urg’d the chace, And taught woodlands and: Sone eae Hence of noble aetebiie. om diag sig Hills and'wilds we frequent, 6 Where the bofom of nature's. reveal "ds | ee Tho’ in life’s bufy day, ius pare . og Man of man make a ey, Still let ours be the prey of the field. With the ¢hace in full fight, — aT Ratt Gods! how great the delight ! ry eras How our mutual ienfationsrefine! Where is care? where isfear? ~ ( 9 * ‘Like our winds in the rear, ‘Now to horfe, my brave boys en Lo! each pants for the joys Then at eve we'll difmount, | - Toils and pleafures recount, ey" id renew the chace over the bowl. THE CHARMS OF MELODY. © RR ait Thro’ the Wood, Laddie. . J tin BALLAD. | Bay Oe why leaveft thou thy Nelly to mourn? Ta ay Thy prefence could eafe me, igs When neathing can pleafe me: Hengift and Mey. Now dowie I figh on the bank of the burn, Or thro’ the wood, laddie, until thy return. BY WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE, _ Tho’ woods now are bonny, and mornings < are clear, Author of ‘Sir Martyn, ‘an excellent imitation, of While lav’rocks are finging, a Spenfer—~a tranflation of the * Lufiad of Camoens’ And primrofes Tpringing ; ri ona dem at other pieces; ¢ the merit of which ave _ Yet nane of them»pleafes my eye or my ear, ‘too well known toveguire any ewlogium. _ When thro’ the wood, laddie, ye dinna appear. i noe “ That Iam Hotiaten: fome fpare not to tell : ; I’m fafh’d wi’ their {corning, Baith ev’ning and morning ; | Their jeering aft goes to my heart wi’ a knell, _ When thro’ the. wood, laddie, I wander’d aie [8 ancient days, when ee reign’d Sir Elmer had no peer ! And no young knight in all the land ‘The ladies lov’d fo dear. ‘His fifter, Mey, the faireit maid Of all the virgin train, Won ev’ry heart in Arthur’s court ; ‘But all:their love was vain. ; ‘Then flay, my dear Sandy, nae longer away, But: quick as an arrow, Hafte here to thy marrow, why s living in languor, till that happy day, : When thro’ the wood, laddie, we'll dance, fing and : play. ‘Tn vain they lov’d, in vain they. vow’d, Her heart they could not move ; Yet at the evening hour of prayer, ™ a Her. mind was lof i in love. The abbeis faw, the abbefs knew, And urg’d her to explain ; « O name the gentle youth to me, “« And his confent I'll gain.” Rail no more, ‘ye learn’d Affes. pan no more, ye learn’d affes, *"Gainit the joys the bow! fupplies, Sound its depth, and fill your glaffes, — Wifdom at the bottom ea » Fill it higher ftill, and hizher, Shallow draughts perplex the brain, | Sipping quenches all our fire, _ Bumpers light it up again. , Long urg'd, long tir’d, fair Mey reply’d. «His name how can I fay? ‘«¢ An angel from the fields above, ‘* Has rapt my heart .away. wS a ‘But once, alas, and never more, “ His lovely form I fpy’d, ‘ “ One evening by the founding fhore, « All by the greenwood fide : Sipping quenches, Ce. ’ Draw the fcene for wit and pleafure, Enter jollity and joy ; ase Hie ey ae th We for thinking have no leifure, po fad nie a as Manly mirth is our employ ; - «¢ His comely mein, and purple veft, Since in life there’s nothing certain, ss Bb r We'll the prefent hour engage, elpoke his prineely TECGe _ And when death fhall drop che. eurtain, “’ But when he heard my brother’s horn —* ‘With gar we'll quit the ftage. « Bait to his {hips he fled : And when death, Ge. | Yet while I fleep his graceful form « Still hovers-round my bed. -« Sometimes al! clad in armour bright, esti «© He fhakes a warlike lance; » Where is Pleafure. ‘« And now in courtly garments dight, -« He leads the {prightly dance. 4 HERE is »pleafure ? tell me where, fs What can:touch my breaft with joy? « His hair is black as raven’s wing, ‘ All around the {pacious {pheres, “s Fis ‘kin as Chriftmas fhow, Let my mufe her fearch employ. -* His cheeks outvie the blufh of morn, ; ““ His lips like refe-buds glow. \ _ Wealth, thy thining ftoresi produce, . _Heap’d in golden mountains rife, There let fordid mifers chufe, Thou can’ft ne’er allure my eyes. “ His limbs, his arms, his ftature, fhap’d «« By nature’s fineft hand; His fparkling eyes declare him born «Yo love and to command.” 6 a Beiocosr, let thy chariot roll, whe Deck’d with titles, pageants, arms, Thou can’ft charm th’ ambitious foul : But for me Sheu haf no charms. The live-long year fair Mey bemoan’d Her haplefs pining love : . : ‘But when the balmy ipring return’d, \ And fummer.cloath’d the grove ; ae Paani Delia, gentle fair, All round by pleafant Humber fide i” Can the precious boon beftow ; |... The Saxon banners flew, Give, ye pow rs! O, give me her! i eee “And to Sir Hlmer’s caftle gates x ane fhe all I afk ees + ‘oe * The {pear-men came in vie We x a eat Ps X Not.” ee . ee yes “ears! ws rere nhc hUlUheoe ¥ SO ny aT, He i Oey ae Wry eT yy. Pei ae RAE ET RS a Un he am ee Pe Diy on ee " - Wes *, Ty Meg. Mey. = 4 Tt Sea, OE ea aa) OF Ng A iy eae ‘jl ne ‘ ‘ nt y pi, v aide 3 Pa fi =>? . ae aes Qe 212 BALLADS ANCIENT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, Fair blufh’d the morn when Mey look’d o’er The caftle wall fo fheen ; And, lo! the warlike Saxon youth Were fporting on the green. There Hengif, Offa's eldeft fon, Lean’d on his burnifh’d lance, And all the armed youth around QObey’d his manly glance. His locks as black as raven’s wing Adown his fhoulders flow’d, His cheeks outvy’d the blufh of morn, His lips like rofe-buds glow’d. ‘And foon the lovely form of Mey Has caught:his piercing eyes: He gives the fign, the band retire, Whiie big with love he fighs; «“ Oh, thou, for whom I dar’d the feas, ** And came with peace or war; « Oh, by that crofs that veils thy breaft, «« Relieve thy lover’s care! « For thee I’ll quit-«my father’s throne, « With"thee the wilds explore; 4* Or with thee fliare the Britifh crown, “© With thee the crofs adore.” Beneath the tim’rous virgin blufh, With love’s foft warmth the glows; So blufhing thro’ the dew of morn Appears the opening rofe. *Twas now the hour-.of morning prayer, When men their fins bewail, “And Elmer heard.king Arthur's horn Shrill founding thro’ the dale. The pearly tears from Mey’s bright eyes Like April dew-drops fell, When with a parting dear embrace Her brother bade farewell. 1 The erik with fparkling diamonds bright, That veil’d her fnowy breaft, - ‘With prayers to Heaven, her lily hands Have fix’d. on E/mer’s veft. ‘Now, with five hundred bowmen true, He marchd acrofs the plain, “Till with bis gallant yeomandrie, ‘He join’d king Arthur's train. Full forty thoufand Saxon fpears, Came glittering down the hill, And with their‘fhouts and clang of arms The diftant vallies fill. Old Offa, dreft in Odin’s garb, Affum’d the hoary god ; And Hengift, like the warlike Zhor, Before the horfemen rode. With dreadful rage the combat burns, The captains fhout amain ; And Himer’s tall vi€torious fpear, Far glances o’er the plain. To ftop its courfe young Hengif flew, Like lightning o’er-the field ; And foon his eyes the well-known crofs On Elmer’s veft beheld. The flighted lover fwell’d his breaft, His eyes fhot living fire ; Ard all his martial heat before — "To this was mild defire. Hie oie ee ’ » On his imagin’d rival’s front, With whirlwind fpeed he preft, | And glancing to the fun, his fword - : Retounds on Hlmer’s creft. , The foe gave way, the princely youth With heedlefs rage purfued, ’Till trembling in his cloven helm Sir Elmer’s javelin flood. He bow’d his head, flow drop? his fpear, The reins fell through his hand, And itain’d with blood, his ftately corfe Lay breathlefs on the ftrand. . “ O bear me off,” Sir Elmer cry’d, “ Before my painful fight « The combat {wims—yet Hengif’s vet “ T claim, as vidtor’s right,” Brave Hengift’s fll the Saxons Lane icy ir = And all in terror fled. a _ The bowmen, to the caftle gates, +67 The bold Sir Edwardled. | “ Oh, wafh my wounds, my fifter dear, ~ “« O pull this Saxon dart, “ That whizzing from young Hengi#’s arm ‘© Has almoft pierc’d my heart. “ Yet an-my hall this veft fhall hang, “ And Britons yet unborn, ‘«« Shall with the trophies of to-day, ‘¢ Their folemn feafts adorn.” - All trembling, Mey, beheld the veft ;- “ Oh, Merlin !” loud the cry’d, “ ‘Thy words are true—my flaughter'd love “« Shall have a breathlefs bride! “Oh, Elmer, Elmer, boaft no more, “ That low my Hengif lies! “ Oh, Hengif, cruel was thy arm ; “« My brother bleeds, and dies!” She {pake—the rofes left her cheek, a And life’s warm fpiritsfled: ‘So nipt by winter’s Tuas blafts, The {now-drop bows.the head. Yet parting life one firuggle gave, “She lifts her languid eyes; « Return, my Hengi/, oh, return, 2 “« My flaughter’d love !” the cries. 2 « Oh—ftill he liveserhe fmiles again, « With allhis grace he moves: «“ I come—I come, where bow nor fpear “Shall.more difturb our loves.”— She fpake—the dy’d. TheSaxondart =~ Was drawn from ‘Elmer's fide ; # igs And thrice he call’d his fifter Mey, = © Andthricehe groan,—anddy’d- hy RMR >: & Where in the dale a mofs-grown crofs ves O’erfhades an aged thorn, ik Saal ‘Sir Hlmer’s and young Hengif’s corfe | a Were by the fpearmen borne; ‘And there all clad in robes of white, * With many afighandtear, The village maids, to Hengi/’s grave, ‘Did Mey’s fair body bean _ And there at dawn, and fall of day, All from the neighbourir ‘The turtles wail in widow’c And fing their haplefs OVES. 4) eee CHARMS OF M OR # Price, [IN umb. 5 ee De Nae ence | ] One Penny. i L O D YY SIREN MEDLEY. ee ee a haa a The Plan of the Publither is to erabudy in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and:modern, in ‘the Englifh Language, worth preferving—forming a Univerlal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian,, Humorous, Sea,. and Political Let not Rage thy Bofom firing. Air—“ Hoa imperfect is Expreffien.” © ee not rage thy bofom firing, Pity’s fofter claim remove ; Spare a heart that’s juft expiring, Forc’d by duty, rack’d by love, Each ungentle thought fulpending, Judge of mine by thy {oft breaft:; Nor with rancour neverending, Heap freth forrows:on th’ oppreit. Let not rape, Sc. Heav’n that ev'ry joy has crofs‘d, | Ne’er my wretched flate can mend,; I, alas! avonce have toh, >.< Father, brother, lover, friend! If Love’s'a fweet Paffion. L? love's a iweet paflion, how can it torment? fol bi: If bitter,’O tell me whence comes my content? Since I fuffer with pleafure,why thouldT.complain? Or grieve atymy fate, fince I know ‘tis in vain? Yet fo pleafing the pain is, fo foft is the dart, That at once it both wounds meand tickles my heart: ee. grafp her hand gently, look languifhing down, — _ And by paffionate filence I make my love known +, » But, oh! how I’m bleft when fo kind the does prove, _ By fome willing miftake to difcover her love; - \ When in ftriving to hide, the reveals all her flame, » And our eyes telleach other what neither dare name. | , t ’ How pleafingis beauty! how fweet are her charms! _ Herembraceshow joyful! how peaceful her-arms! » _ Sure there's nothing fo eafy as learning to love; * *Tis taught uson earth, and by all things above; Andtobeauty’s bright ftandard all heroes mut yield, ~ For’tis beauty that conquers and keeps the fair field. wiual's Let not rage, Sc. Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Irith, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, 8c. &c. To which-wili-be added, a complete Index. “The charming Fellow. ‘Sung in ‘The Agreeable Surprize? y ORD, what care I for.mam or dad, Why let them {cold and bellow ! -For while I live I’ll love my lad, ‘He’s fuch a charming fellow. “Whe laft fair-day‘on yonder green, . The youth he danc’d fo well, oh! ‘So fprucea lad was never teen, As-my tweet charming fellow. ‘The fair was over, night was come, The lad was fomewhat mellow; “Says he “ my deat, Pil fee you home,” I thank’d the charming fellow. We trudg’d along, the moon fhone bright, Says he “ my fweeteit Nell-o, Tl] kifs you here by this good light,” , - Lord, what a.charming fellow. You rogue, {ays 1, you've ftop’d my breath, Ye bells ring out ‘my ‘knell-o. -Again I'd die fo {weet a death, With fuch a-charming fellow. ! . Tho’ caufe for Sufpicion appears. ‘Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ The Duenna.” *7“HO" caufe for fufpicion appears, 4 ~ Yet proofs of her love too are ftrong 3 Tm a wretch af I’m right in my fears, And unworthy of blifs if I’m wrong. "What heart breaking torments from jealoufy flows Ab! none but the jealous, the jealous can know: When bleft with the {miles of my fair, I know not how much I adore: © 'Thofe {miles let another then fhare, And I wonder I priz’d them no more. ‘Then whence cand hope a relief from my woe? When the falfer ihe feems, ftill the fonder I grow! _ PUBLISHED at N10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, Ri tanh. Where the preceding Numbers can be had. o14- Come, follow, follow me. OME, follow, follow me; Ye fairy elves that be, Come, follow me, your queen, And trip it o’er the green ; Hand in hand we'll dance around, Becaufe this place is fairy ground. When mortals are at reft, And froring in theit neft, Unheard and unefpy’d, Throtgh key-holes we do glide. Over tables, ftools, and fhelves, We trip it with our fairy elves. But if the houfe be foul, With platter, dith, or bow], Up ftairs we lightly creep, © And find the fluts afleep, There we pinch-their arms and thighs, None us'hears, nor none efpies. But if the houfe be fwept, And from uncleannefs kept, We praife the houfehold maid, And furely the is paid; For each morn before we go, Ne drop a fixpence in her fhoe. } | . | | | Upon a muthroom’s head Our table-cloth is fpread, A grain of rye er wheat Is diet that we eat; Pearly drops of fleie we drink In acorn cups up to the brink. Butif our diet: fails, ‘The lufcious fat of {nails, Between two nut-fhells. ftew’d, Makes meat that’s eafy chew’d Brains of worms and marrow of mice, Make adifh that’s wond’rous nice. The grafsshopper, gnat, and fly, Serve for our minftrelfy ; Grace faid, we dance awhile, And fo our time beguile, And when the moon does’ hide’ her head, The glow-worm lights us:home to bed. O’er tops of dewy grafs So lightly we do pafs, ‘That the young and tender flalk Ne’er bends where we-do walk: Yet in the morning may be feen, Where we the night before have been. Whilft on thy dear Bofom lying. Nae on thy dear bofom lying, Celia, who can {peak my blifs,. Who, the rapture I’m enjoying, ‘When thy balmy lips I kifs: Ev’ry look with love infpiring, Ev’ry touch my bofom warms: Ev’ry melting murmur fires me,» Ev’ry joy is in thy arms. "Thofe dear eyes how foft. they Languifh, Feel my heart with rapture beat, Pleafure turns almoft to anguith, When the tranfport is fo fw eet : Look not fo divinely on me, Celia, I fhall die with blifs, Yet, yet turn thote eyes upon me, Whe’d not die a death like this? } THE GHARMS OF MELODY. ae merry dance I Cerra love, ~ ae Let Ambition fire thy Mind. , Pe ambition fire thy mind, Thou wert born o’er man to reign, Not to follow flocks defign’d, Scorn thy crook, and leave’the plain. Crowns 1’ll throw beneath thy feet, Thou on necks of kings fhall treads ‘Joys in circling joys fhail meet, Which way eer thy fancies lead. Let not toils of empire fright: Toils of empiré pleafures are; Thou fhalt only know delight; All the joy, but not the care. Shepherd, if thou’lt yield the prize For the bleffings I beftow, Joyful PU afcend “the fies; Happy thou fhalt reign below. Sweet eRe Vue pride of all. Nature was fweet Par. ‘The pride of all Nature was {weet Willy, O The firft of all fwains, He gladden’d the plains, None ever was like to the {weet Willy, O, None ever was like to the fweet Willy, O. He fung it fo rarely, did fweet Willy, O, He fing it fo rarely, &c. He meited cae maid, So flcilful he play’d, Neo fhepherd é'er pipd like the fweet Willy, 6. All Nature obey’d him, the fweet Willy, O, All Nature obey’ d him, &e. Wherever he came, Whate’er:hada name, ° Whenever he fung followed {weet Willy, oO. He would be a foldier, the filet aa O ‘We would be a foldier, &c. When arm’d in the field, With fword and with thield, The laurel was won by the. treet Willy, 0. He eed part Ba cane dia tweet’ spoke i He charm’d, ‘when living, &c. | And when ‘Willy dy’d, — ’Twas Nature that figh To Be with pen aliin her ie Willy, O ¢ | fou’ ‘ ‘The merry Dance I dearly love. For then Collette thy hand I feize, And prefs it too whene’er I pleafe, And none can fee, and none reprove: — Then on thy cheek quick blufhes Boe And then. we whifper foft and low, Oh! how I grieve! you ne’er her. charmbqan know, She’s {weet fifteen, I’m one year more, 9 ra ‘Yet flill we are too young, they fay, But we know better, fure, than they, Youth fhould not liften to threefcoré ; And I’m refolv’d I'll tell her fo, When next we whifper {oft and low, és Oh! how I grieve! you né’er her charmscan kno The Honey Moon, eee ‘ULD you know, my good friends, what the ‘yoney-moon 1s; ~ _ How lo._ ‘n duration, how perfect in blifs, A proof may be found, and a fample be feen, In fome boarding-{chool couple juft left Gretna- green: ‘a, ; My deareft, my duck, i My fweeteft, my chuck ; Muls Kitty’s an angel, her Billy a god; Whips crack, glaffes jingle, While fighs intermingle, And Cupid affents, and goes niddity nod, Niddity nod, niddity nod, O’er Kitty, the angel, and Billy, the god. _Pappa’s and mama’s furly tempers once paft, ivi Bright Bloomfbury-fquare has this couple at tafe In three weeks poffeftion, how pleafures will clay, Neglect hurts the lady, and time cools the boy. ee So impatient to roam, Ma’am, your never at home, A path fo vexatious no wife ever trod; My torment—-my curfe; You are bad—you are worfe : / While Cupid flies off from a quarrel fo odd, _ Niddity nod, niddity nod, ~ “And Mifs isno angel, and Billy no god. To routs hies the lady, to gambling goes mafter, To part from each other ne’er couple went faiter, While raking at night, and diftraétion at neon, Soon clofe all the joys of the fweet honey-moon. Bleetling hearts, aching heads, Sep’rate tables and beds, — Render wediock’s {weet countenance dull asia clod, Thenvhey for a fummonties i) From grave Doétors Commons, » a _ While proctors and parchments go niddity nod, — (UN INGEN aGrE riddim nod aims us fo ia! (O’er Kitty, the.angel, and Billy, the god. Pe Ria DFS A OE ARS aa Le Wider ad X » “4 Satu nite Cottage Boyes se On Fath: Tee Gee 3) : VICES thakes her locks, the budding tole, " . ‘ . Smiles at the parting twilight grey, |” ‘In renovated beauty blows, sake: an ae , And fheds her.perfume on the day; When Lubin; Naturé’s ruttic child, lane: - Tries calm contentment to enjoy, And fweetly in lis wood-notes wild, | ) Thus chearful fings the Cottage Boy: er joy Iwith to know, _ er fmiles foft blifsT find, 9. Lher gentle virtues glow ne es of fortt elet.me fhan.yon)”, cottage to enjoy.” your’s o’er and done, 1 fings the Cottage Boy. Sylvial may meet, pullthe choiceft flow’r, + i And ftrew it at my fair one’s feet. ‘00 es ‘twill pro he auty will deftroy, routhiul lovedis; the Cottage Boy. - ; Bhs x SO a a iy . gs | f ng at mild ev’ning’s hour, _THE CHARMS OF MELODY. ‘my days, fince Sylvia's kind! aig O ye in Youth and Beauty’s Pride. % O YE in youth and beauty’s pride, '«« Who lightly dance along, While laughter frolicks at your fide, And rapture tunes your fong. What tho’ each grace around you play, Each beauty bloom for you, Warm as the bluth of rifing day, And fparkling as the dew. * The blufh that glows fo gaily now, But glows to aifappear, And quiv’ring from the bending bough Soon breaks the pearly tear! So pafs the beauties of your prime, ‘That e’en in blooming die; So fhrinking at the blaft of time, The treach’rous graces fly. 9 With charms that win beyond the fight, And hold the willing heart, ‘O learn then to await their flight, Nor figh when they depart ; Thefe graces fhall remain behind, Thefe beauties ftill controul, The graces of the polith’d-mind, ‘The beauties of the foul. Have Confcience, my Dear. Sung in the Entertainment of The Chaplet.’ Y OU ‘fay, at your feet that I wept in defpair, a And vow’d that no angel was ever fo fair: How could you believe ail the nonfenfe I {poke ? What know we of angels?~—I meant it in.joke. , I next ftand indicted for {wearing to love, And nothing but death fhould my paffion remove: I have lik’d you attwelvemonth, a calendar year; And not yet contented!—Have confcience, my dear. | ‘Dumbarton’s Drums. “s poe A:RRTON’s drums beat bonny, O, A” | When they:mind me of my dear Jonny, O, ‘How happy am I, eit . | When my foldier is by, ‘While he kiffes and bleffes'his Annie, O. *Vis-a foldier alone can delight me, O, | For his gracéful looks do invite me, O: Wohilft guarded in his arms, Paid il fear no war's alarms, ‘He no longer fhall ferve as a Cadie, O. A foldier has honour. and bravery, O, -Unaequainted with rogues, and their knavery, O: ‘He minds no other thing, ‘But the ladies, or his king’; _ For every other care is but flavery, O. Then I’) be the captain’s lady, O, ‘Farewell, all my friends, and my daddy, O; Til wait n6:more at home, ‘But Vl follow with the drum, ‘And whenever that beats I'll be ready, O. - Dumbarton’s drums found bonny, O, _ They are fprightly, like my dear Jonny, O. ‘How happy fhall I be ‘When.on my foldier’s knee, nd he kiffes,.and bleffes, his Annie, O. | fe | Allan Ram/y. 1 ¥ 216 BALLADS Ancient and MODERN, LEGENDARIES, &. ee Maria, or the Mother’s Dirge. O LAY thy head, my Baby, love, 3 O, lay it down, my dear, Upon thy own beloved breatt, Now bath’d with many a tear. That breaft,my Babe, with life fupply‘d, When firft the light the faw ; Alas! that pow’r is now deny’d Support from thence to draw. That breaft, which, giving life to thee, New life and joy receiv'd, When of my angel’s love depriv'd Will be of all bereav’d. O, could my heart’s moft precious blood _A-mother’s pray’r obtain, How foon I’d-gladly thed each drop, My ‘darling’s life to gain. But, ah,not all thy mothet’s, pray’rs, Not all thy mother’s grief Can fiop the cruel hand of Death, Or‘bring my child relief. Not all the wealth of Indian mines One hour of health can buy; No human {kill nor-art can lave Whom God ordains to die. Thine eyes, through which I fondly thought The morning fun arofe, Thofe eyes which lit the world to me, _ Muft foon,; for ever, clofé! / Thy lips have loft their ruby hue, Thy cheeks their vermiel “pride, Pale is that bloom, for ever pale! That once the rofe outvy’d. The lufire of that angel-face, Where fweet affection: beams, Thy neck like polifh’div’ry white, The grave already. claims. ‘That glowing elegance of form, So rich in ev’ry grace ; Thofe limbs of beauteous fymmetry, ‘Muft fink in:Death’s embrace. That lovely-enouth no more fhall {mile ; The charms that round it play No longer fhall my foul beguile, No more, my. cares repay. ‘That mufic of my foul is mute, For ever: mute, that tongue, @n which with all a mothet’s pride, My foul, delighted hung. A mother’s name—a mother’s blifs— The purett blifs on earth, My jrf, my faireft pledge of love, Rejoic’d me at thy birth. O had I loft thee at thy birth I might furvive the blow; Or had I never view’d thy face, Thy lofs I ne’er could know. But now fix happy years—the joy And treafure of my heart, At home~~abroad—one hour from thee I could not bear to part. All day, my Pracler round me clung, Or play’d within my fight, ee And fondly pillow’d on my breah— the 3 I watch’d her-fleep at night. And fill whene’er misfortunes prefs’d, ‘I look’d upon my Bright-one’s face, T-hop’d to fee thee growing up ‘With ev’ry lovelinefs of form, But all thefe render vifions fly, ‘Look up—look up!.thy mother calls! “Oh, fpeak again—that voice belov’d, -But, hark! «oh, hark ! her mother’s voice ‘She {peaks, fhe fpeaks! fhe calls my name ;- “My-hand fhe préfies'to her break “Her eager lips my kifs-invite, - Bring wine, reviving cordials bring; ‘While life remains we yet may hope .—O, ficeting hope—her eye-lids clofe ; , And deep within her ftruggling breait Her lip is pale—her lovely brows *O grief! O agony of heart, In that foft figh her {pirit fled, Or threaten’d to befall, And foon forgot them all. AffeCtionate and: kind, And ev’ry charm of mind. ‘A friend—~a dear companion, full, I thought to find in thee, ‘And hop’d while young and gay myfelf, Thy wedding-day to fee. Like clouds before the wind; They fly—and leave, within, my. breaft, A fearful void behind. — ‘Pale, pale, and cold!—ah, woeful fight, —— “She dies! my Precious dies ! ‘Yet, yet look up!-and fpeak again— Maria—ope thine eyes. ~*Tis dhe !—-thy mother dear— ‘Thy: mother dies to hear. Recalls her fleeting breath. ‘And fee:again,; fhe opes her eyes Amid’: the fhades of ‘death! ‘Her deadly. palenefs flies ; A fudden bloom.o’erfpreads her cheek, And {miles.of joy arife. With wonted tendernefs ; With-many.a fond carefs.—— _O grant a mother’s pray’r! “That Heav’n may deign to {pares —She eats, fhe drinks | and ftill her eyes Not once from mine remove; They fpeak what language cannot {peak, My angel-beauty’s love. She eatse-fhe drinks again !—and ftill Her eyes are fix’d on mine, As April duns, in changeful fkies, With brighter dlathes thine. Once more fhe.eats—fhe drinks—and while The weary night defcends, With looks that pierce my very foul, -Her eyes on me fhe bends. Her bloom like lightning flies ; ‘The founds of death arife. My pride—my precious jewel’s gone! “My Lily droops her head! ; The damps of Death o’erfpread. She moves——fhe breathes no more ! And life and hope are o’er- : April, 1799. Ja? ae oa re) UF o ’ ree 2 Oe eee 5 s || one Peny. LHS CHARMS OF MELODY, SHOR -EOM Wl EOD. Eb Bev. The Plan of the Publifher is to embody in one Grand’Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englifh Language, worth preferving—forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political Take me, Jenny. Stet of. pretty maids, Let Cupid incline thee, To accept a faithful heart, Which now I refign thee; Scorning all felfifh ends, Regardlefs of money, It yields only to the girl That's generous and’ bonny. Take me, Jenny, Let me win you, While I’m in the humcur; I implore you, I adore you, What can mortal do more? ‘Kifs upon’t, kifs upon’r, turn not fo fhyly, There's my heart, there’s my hand, ’twill never beguile thee, . Bright.are thy lovely eyes, Thy'fweet lips delighting, Well polith’d thy iv’ry neck, Thy round arms inviting; ‘Oft at the milk-white churn With raptures I’ve feen them, _. But, oh! how I figh’d and wifhed, My own arms between. them. Lake me, Fenny, cs “I have ftore of fheep, my love, And. goats on the mountain, And water to brew good ale, Frém yon chryftal fountain, — Songs; as well as Old Englith, Irith, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. To which will be added, a complete Index. De’el take the Wars, [Pe take the wars, that hurry’d Willy fra me, Who, to love me, juft-had fworn, ‘They made him captain, furely to undo me, _ Noe is me, he'll ne’er return. I us’d.alluring graces, With muckle kind embraces, Now fighing, Then crying, Tears dropping fall, And had he my foft arms . Preferr’d to war’s alarms, My love was growing fad, All for my bonny lad, ‘TI fear in my fit I had.granted all. A thoufand loons abroad may fight him, He from thoufands ne’er will run, ‘Oft in my arms I did invite him, To ftay at home fra’ fword and gun 3 I us’d alluring graces, With muckle kind embraces,, Now fighing, Then crying, Tears dropping fall, And had he my foft arms Preferr’d to war’s alarms, ce My love was growing fad, be MES All for my bonny lad, 9 al, eee I fear in,my fit] had granted all. I’ve, too, a pretty cot, 4 8 , ee Wich garden and land to t, For a new gown too I gave muckle money, 5 But all will be doubly bleft y Which with flowers of gold did thine; When youputahand tot. at ‘Well might my love think me blithe and bonny, . ests Lake me, Fenny, er ee No Scotch lafs was e’er fo fine, * ‘This Bottle’s the Sun of our Table. Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ The Duenaa.’ HIS bottle’s the fun of our table, ' ‘Hh ~ Whofe beams are rofy wine; i “We, planets, that are not able Without his help to fhine. io - Putt round,» > SLet mirth and glee abound. ‘ “) L My petticoat I fpotted, Fringe too of thread I knotted, — a Lace-fhoes, And filken-hofe, ; Garter’d o’er the knee, ee) But, oh! the fatal thought, ney To Willy they are nought, she He rides through towns, eo And revels with dragoons, While he the filly loon might have plunder’d me. PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, AE Me Cn eae es Wehete thet abers can be had. us ees “THE onan oF A Lite dine lives upon the Green. A LASS there lives upon the green, Could I her picture draw ; Af{brighter nymph was never feen, That looks and reigns a little queen, And keeps the {wains in awe. Her eyes are Cupid’s darts and wings, Her eye-brows are his bow; : Her filken hair; the filver ftrings, Which fure and fwift deftruction brings, To all the vale below. If Paftorella’s dawning light Can warm, and wound us too; Her noon will fhine fo piercing bright, Each glancing beam will kill outright, And ev’ry fwain fubdue. Sappho’s Hymn to Venus. VENUS, beauty of the fkies, ‘To whom a thoufand temples rife; Gaily falfe in gentle fmiles, Full of love-perplexing wiles, © Goddefs, from my heart remove The wafting cares and pains of love. . If ever thou haft kindly heard A fong in foft diftrefs preferr’d; Propitious to my tuneful vow, O gentle goddefs hear me now. Defcend, thou bright, immortal gueft, In all thy radiant charms confeft. | | Thou once did’ft leave almighty Jove, : And all the golden roofs above: Thy car the wanton {parrows drew, Hov’ring in air they lightly flew ; ' As to my bower they wing’d their way, I faw their quiv’ring pinions play. | The birds difmift, while you remain, - Bore back their empty car again : Then you, with looks divinely mild, In ev’ry heav’nly feature fmil’d, And afk’d, what new complaints I made, And why I -call’d you to my aid: What frenzy in my bofom rag’d, And by what cure to be affuag’d, - What gentle youth I would allure, hom in my artful toils fecure ; “ Who does thy tender heart fubdue, “ Tellme, my Sappho, tell me, who?” _ * Tho’ now he fhuns thy longing arms, _ * He foon fhall court thy flighted charms; _ Tho’ now thy off ’rings he'll defpife, “ He foon to thee fhall facrifice ; “ Tho’ now he freezes, foon he’ I burn, * And be thy victim in his turn.” eleftial vifitant, once more . Thy needful prefence I implore! In pity come and eafe my grief, Bring my diftemper’d foul relief; Favour thy fuppliant’s hidden fires, And ae me all my heart defires. And try to hide himfelf , we ahs ¥, ee ‘Come, let’s be men eS CoM, let’s be merry, Let’s be airy, * *Tis a folly to be fad, For fince the world’s grown mad, Why fhould we alone be wife, And like dull fools, gaze on other men ’s joys. ek ~ 2 Let not to-morrow re - : Bring you forrow, vd While the ftream of time flows on, But when the blifsful day is gone, “Still endeavour that the next he Be full as gay, and as little perplex’d. Tf you have léifure, Follow pleafure ; Ht eo Let not an hour of blifs pafs by; ’ For as the fleeting moments fly, i Time it will your youth decay ; v Then firive to live, and be bleft whilfty rou: may.~. J If you have plenty, . Nought will torment you, . But yet yourtelves; yourfelves may annoy 5 Hearty and free’s the poor man’s joy ; - Gladly yielding the minutes pafs, And when old Time fhakes him, takes off his glafs. a Tarry here with me and Love. © et Ret not to thofe diftant omen From thy comfort do not rove; Tarry in thofe peaceful glens— t Tread the quiet paths of love. Is not this fequefter’d fhade Richer than the proud alcove? Tarry in this peaceful fhade— Tarry here with me and love. i ; Liften to the wood- ‘lark’s note Liften to the cooing dove; Hark! the thruth’s mellow note, All uniting carol love. See thes mpid brooks around, Winding thro’ the vari’d grove; a This is pafion’ s fairy ground | Cee he Tarry here with me and love. ~ eee Allen Brooke, of Wyndermecre, — S4% have you in the village feen => A lovely youth, of penfive mein : youn We If fuch a one hath paffed by, We With melancholy i in his eye? AT: SES ti Where is he gone? ah! tell me wher *Tis Allen Brooke, of Wyndermeere. — © us Onan: Laft night, he fighing took his leave, Which caus’d my tender heart to grieve; And many maids I know there Bee re Bh Who try to wean his love from me: But heav’n knows my heart’s fincere reat To Allen Brooke, of Wyndermeere sate y My throbbing heart is fullof woe, © ~= / To think that he fhould leave me fo; But if my love fhould anger’d be, egy $ Pom me— cy? hen death fhall bear me on a bier, Allea Brooke, of Wyndermecre. , cf Siar nae mal in Poe oe ; aid eT TCA el Ae We eee” pws OU AE PTET Re ge ay ae (A “— woe a; , ie if ene np r NTN ‘ : at 4 ta) alt 7 aes Ce mee THE CHARMS OF MELODY. “ Love, unfetter’d, is a Blefling. Sung in ‘ The Rival Candidates” When Fanny, blooming fair. Air.‘ The Lafs of Peaty’s Mill.’ ‘ 1 y OVE upfetter’d is a bleffing ms: — SYTHEN Fanny, blooming fair, is Nature’s commoners enjoy; - Firft met my ravifh’d fight, Source of raptures, paft expreffing, . Caught with her fhape and air, ' Which no tyrant laws deftroy. I felt a ftrange delight: Come, ye fongfters! fing around me, |. Whilft eagerly I gaz’d, ; | Tell me‘all ye know of love: ; Admiring ev'ry part, Watchful of your young you've found me j= And ev’ry feature prais’d, _ —Hark! they carol thro’ the grove. --. She ftole into my heart. A Re Vey In her bewitching eyes The Toper. Young fmiling Loves appear, f 4 pe oleae There Cupid bafking lies, ty . Be Gbied seue fick , His fhafts are hoarded there : ie h y eee eee titi, Her blooming cheeks are dy’d rae Pay courtfhip to claret, , With colour all their own, Releas : ce the trouble of thinking, | Excelling far the pride A fool, long ago, | ‘Of rofes newly blown. ry _ Said, we nothing could know,— eS The fellow knew nothing of drinking. Her well-turn’d limbs confefs : bah gl ew The lucky hand of Jove, Her features all expreis ‘The beauteous queen of love: What flames my nerves invade, When I behold the breaft Of that too lovely maid, Rife, fuing to be preft! Fo pore over Plato,’ Or practife with Cato, Dipaflionate dunces might make us ; . But men, now more wile, Self-denial defpife, : And live by the leffons of Bacchus. Big-wigg'd, in fine coach, “See the doctor approach ; He folemnly up the ftairs paces; Looks grave—fmells his cane—~ ‘Applies finger to vein, ‘And counts the repeat with grimaces. '. Ashe holds pen in ‘hand, . Life and deathare.at ftand— A tofs up which patty -thall take us; » Away with fuch cant— _ No :prefcription we want, ut the nourifhing noftrum of Bacchus. Venus, ‘round Fanny’s waift Hath her own Ceftus bound, With guardian C upids grac’d, Who fport the circle round: How happy will he be, Who fhall her zone unloofe, That blifs, to all, but me May heav’n and ‘fhe refufe. Lord Chefterfield. Ree RT ee ae TE LL ES The Yellow-hair’d Laddie. ] N April, when primrofes paint the {weet plain, And jummer approaching rejoiceth the fwain, The yellow-hair’d laddie would oftentimes go Towilds and deep glens, where the hawthorn trees grow. We jollily join Inthe practice of wine, Wohilemifers ’midf plenty are pining; While ‘ladies are fcorning, ‘And lovers are mourning, Wrelaugh at wealth, wenching, and whining. Drink, drink, now ’tis.prime, Tofs a-bottle to Time, Fe'll not-make fuch hatte to o’ertake us; His threats we prevent, _ And his cracks we cement, By the ftyptical balfam of Bacchus. 4 There under the fhace of an old facred thorn, With freedom he fung his love evening and morn; He fung with fo foft and enchanting a found, That fylvans, and fairies, unfeen, danc’d around. & The fhepherd thus fung “ tho’ young Maya be fair, “ Her beauty is dath’d with a proud, fcornful air; “ But Sufy is handfome, and fweetly can fing, « Her breath, likethe breezes,perfum’d in the {pring What work is there made, By the newfpaper-trade, Of this man’s, and t’other man’s flation ! » - TheIns are all bad, _' And the Outs are all mad ; In and Out is the cry of the nation. The politic patter. Which both parties‘chatter, ‘From bumpering freely than’t fhake us; With half-pints in hand, Independent we ftand, : 'To defend Magna Charta of Bacchus. Be your motion well tim’d ; Be all charg’d and all prim’d 5 “Have a care—right and left—and make ready. Right-hand to glais join— At your lips reft your wine 5 « That Jenny, in all the gay bloom of her youth, « Like the moon ts inconftant,and never {peaks truth; © “ But Sufy is faithful, good-humour’d and free, « And fair as the goddefs that fprung from the fea. ss «“ My lady’s fine daughter, with all her great dow’r, “ Ts awkwardly airy, and frequently four :”’ Then fighing, he wifh’d that, would parents agree, The witty, {weet Sufy, his miftrefs might be. Tell me, my Lute. Sung in the Comic Opera of * The Decnna. me fe SR AS aS SED SP OR A AR A dca So Pe EA arn na is y » ace ieoatbramnaninn wih Eos price chi a Se ats > “ : pa ra lA EC EN A ATA “May gracioufly they undertake us! No more we defire— So drink, and’ give fire, volley to Beauty and Bacchus. “Be all in your exercife fleady. ee me, my lute, can thy fond ftrain Our levels we boaft So gently fpeak thy metter’s pain, When our women we toaft s ‘ So fweetly fing, fo humbly figh, | +» That tho’ my fleeping love fhall know eS on Who fings, who fighs below, | Her rofy flumbers fhall not fly? | ‘Thus may fome vifion whifper more | Than ever I dar’d {peak before, | *. a3 ae G. A. Stevens. Mee g b Sale hes iin lh mg) Ta Side ae” ae Sarre, TPM i hadnt etn hn oo Roy ee Sf ek ey en | e290 BALLADS ancient anv MODERN, run he 4 d \, Ps ~~ +e Sa F 5 A n i" : 4 : , 6 3 pa yb iy . e os } ‘2 ae sae ‘ The Fair Penitent. > ‘ere _ Diftra&tion, this taba air i, ; oat And feize the leaft atom Poe Hoel : ~ mountains fs a decay and dread, - or nature no er can bea To whom I4oroften repair, This incredible ulnefs of pain ee : oy ‘ 4 In pity fall down on ‘my head, a a 4 And fnatch me at once: from defpair. , r Let fiteeniloys its own time, a ee ' or s fwoa S ac" look upwards that ways : ; In mercy, ye fkies, to isl roe re ae For tnlefs I defift from my ee nT Let your thunders ay roe Tol Sa Tis blafphemy furely ‘e prays ae And death kindly huth to repofe a ‘The Atna that burfts'on my foul. Twelve moons have I fcarcely been wed, And honour’d with Beverley’s name: Yet how has the conjugal bed Been fteep’d in pollution and fhame! ‘The Fatal Meeting. =” INE ee moons-had pafs'd away a Since Henry left his Nancy dear, To flow-confuming griefa prey; Each hour fhe number’d Wie teary Her fancy wander’d*ftill afar, Still feem’d to hear the b ‘le’s roar, Where ’midft the crimfon ranks of war, Young Henry mets 8 F reedom’ 's fhore. To the fondeft and worthieh youth, All fpotted and perjur’d I ftand; And this ring, which once fwore to my truth, Now deadens, thro’ guilt, on my hand. Perdition quick fall on the hour, That firft I faw Clerimont’s face, And fatally gave him a power a To plunge me in endlefs difgrace. e At length the fell news rehirnna 3 The foes have met—the flrife is 6’er; Now widow d beaut vainly mo i ee ; ? Alas ! no tears can life reftore. From Time’s {wiftly filvering wing, This inftant, O let it be torn; And pluck from remembrance’a‘ fling Too bitter, by far, to be borne. While all the tale of woe sdlati, ,And mourn, around each hero’s bier; , Of gallant Henry’s doubtful fate, — * ; No tidings reach’d fair nen sear. * Once white as the moon’s pureft ray, < This bofom could confcioufly heave, ; Defpife ev’ry thought to betray, « . And deteft ev’ry wifh to deceive. Difracted by her rifing fat : Her virgin robes fhe laysefide, op 4 A> And now a beauteous youth appears, i The faireft proof of Nature’s pride. = Once crown’d with contentment and reff, ‘But now, one continued difguife, I’m hackney’ d in falfehood and art, And teach ev ry glance of my eyes Ay To conceal ev’ry wifh of my heart. The billows rag’d; the AtgrinGWas high ;_ The crew all pale, with terror fhook ; ce . Yet Nancy view’d the low’ring fky st With—fad—but firm, unalter’d look. he . My days held the happieft race ; By night the {welling fails are fpread ; And the night faw me equally blett "7 Her parents, ‘friends, and home fhe leaves; In Beverley’s honeft embrace : | To brave, by flrong affection led, | 4 The rempefts, rocks, and wint’ ry waves. 4 To meet: with poor Beverley’ s kifs, What tranfport appears in my air ; Tho’ this breaft, once the pillow of fe Swells only with death and deipair. When darknefs clos’d the fearful vidhe t Oft on the deck, for hours fhe figh’d, ug While fancy grac *d ‘each feene anew, ee Where ‘Henry woo'd her for his ae fig | i | : If a look is by accident caught, At length the with’d-for fangs in I’m fill’d with a thoufand alarms; And on the hoftile fhore fhe ftands : And Clerimont fires ev’ry thought, Then flies to feek her foul’s delight, _~ 4 When I melt in fond Beverley’s arms. Amid’ the Britifh martial bands. ; Too foon fhe reach’d the fatal field; With ftreaming gore ‘twas newly dy’d— « Ye pow’rs, my deareft Henry fhield !” The virgin, wild with terror, cry’d. : Great Ruler of all things above, Whom Father of mercies we deem, Let duty direét me to love, Where reafon compels my efteem. Yet how to thy throne fhall, I run; A fecble murmur caught her ear, ‘ For pardon, abe can I exclaim? From’’midit the ghafily forms of death; if Wh 1h atta “ Adieu,” it cry’d, “ my Nancy, dear ! t Beholdeg eer rine re “ O take thy Henry’s parting breath !” . He died.—She gaa’d. —She lifelefs fell, Beyond the pow’r of art to fave. ‘Nigh where Potowmack’s billows fwell, Fair Nancy fleeps in Henry’s grave. Nay, now while the guilt, I deteft, My confcience fo dreadfully wrings; . "This Clerimont grows on my breaft, And infenfibly twifts round the ftrings. CHARMS OF MELODY, “SIREN MEDLEY, ~ The Plan of the Publither is to erabody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, ; : F i ; worth preferving, in the _ Englith Language ; forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, P B ‘ and Political Songs; | as Old Englith, Irifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c, &e. “To which will be added, a complete Index. ae Teen A Bumper of good Liquor. The Joys of Love are Joys alone. Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ TZe Duenaa. A BUMPER, a bumper, ) A bumper of good liquonm | Will end a cénteft quicker . Than juftice, judge, or vicar, So, fill each chearful glaig, But if-more deep the quarrel, | Why fooner drain the barrel, Than be that hateful feliow, _. That’s crabbed when he’s mellow. Sung in © Comus,? "W OugP you taftethe noon-tide air, To yon fragrant bow’r repair, Where, woven with the poplar bough, The mantling vine will thelter you. ‘Down each fide a fountain flows, Tingling, murm’ring as it goes Lightly o’er the moffy ground, Sultry Phoebus {corching round. Round the languid herds, and theep, Stretch’d o’er funny hillocks, fleep, While on the hyacinth and rofe ‘Can Love be controul’d by Advice. ; The’fair does all alene repofe : BY) oe 0 ae Berkley, Efq. AN love be controul’d by advice? C Can madnefs and reafon agree! “OQ, Molly! who'd-ever be wife If madnefs is loving of thee? Let fages pretend:to defpife “The joys they want dpirits to tafte; Let me feize old Time as he ilies, And the bleflings of life while they laft. All alone—yet in her arms Your breaft fhall beat to love’s alarms, “Till blefs’d, and bleffing, you fhall own The joys of love are joys alone. Adieu, thou dreary Pile. : Sung in the Comic Opera of © The Duenna.’ f, DIEU, thou dreary pile, Where fadnefs never dies, Where echo fill repeats The mourner’s plaintive fighs ! ~ Dull Wifdom.buc adds to our cares; Brifk Love will improve ev'ry joy; Too foon we may meet with grey hairs; Too late may repent being coy: ‘Then, Mollyfor what fhould we ftay,. | ~~ *P3]1 our bet blood begins to run cold? "Our youth we can’ have but to-day ; - Wemay always find time to grow old. It has been faid this Song was written for the once well-knowa- Lady Vane. / ‘For happier {cenes I fly, I fly this hateful grove, To ev’ry joy a foe, A grave to haplefs love. bo rE pee OE: SETTER EAT TSE —— — mecca rweeren ane nand ve area Soft Fancy, thou Truant to me. Sung in ‘ The Rival Candidates.’ ‘Could I each Fault: remember. Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ Zhe Ducuna.” Q°OULD [| each fault remember, 4 Forgetting ev'ry charm, ‘Soon would impartial reaion The tyrant, Love, difarm. | SOFT Fancy, thou truant to me, My fummons, oh, quickly obey! ‘ Wegleéted by Byron and thee, How heavily .paffes the day! Thy charms I’ve miftaken for love, The failings of her mind So artfully doft thou beguile, Ties . Leis Pee Le ‘ Love {till fuggetts her beauty, Thy magic enlivens the grove, oe id eee hate Reafon’s blind. _. ... When he has forgotten to imile! . 3 : oa wf But when enrag’d, I number @ . PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, Nie "Where the preceding Numbers can be had. Bh lie ic He i.) et Te ke + ‘ LG i a Sung in the Comic Opera of © The Ducnna,” pie thee Be I pray thee, Wee: Calm awhile thy rage, I muft help to ftay thee, And thy wrath affuage. Could’tt thou not difcover One fo near to thee? Could’ft thou be a lover, And yet fly from me? “KE ne OF LOO, om oi thee ae I pray thee. My Jo, Janet. WEET fir, for your courtfye, When you come by the Bafs, then, For the love ye bear to me, Buy me a keeking glafs, then; “ Keck into the draw-well, ee Janet, Janet, 4* And there ye'll fee your bonny fell, * My Jo, Janet.’, Keeking into the draw-well clear, What if I fhould fa’ in, fir? Then a’ my kin will fay and fwear, I drown’d myfell for fin, fir. “© Had the better by the brae, © Janet, Janet ; ** Had the better by the brae, ** My Jo, Janet.” Good fir, for your courtefy, Coming thro’ Aberdeen, then, | For the love ye bear to me, Buy me a pair of fheen, then. “ Clout theauld, the new‘are dear, " Janet, Janet, “ Ae pair may gain ye half a year, ** My Jo, Janet.” _ But what if dancing on the green, And fkipping like a maukin, Folk fhould fee my clouted fheen, Of me they will be talking ; s¢ Dance ay laigh, and late at e’en, « Janet, Janet, © Syne a’ their faut’s will no be feen, “ My Jo, Janet.” Kind fir, for your courtefiy, When ye gae to the Cro’s, then, ie For tho love ye bear to me, } Buy me a pacing horfe, then. Pace upo’ your {pinning wheel, “ Janet, Janet; “ Pace upo’ your {pinning wheel, “ My Jo, Janet.” ~ My {pinning wheel is auld and ftiff, The rock o’t winna ftand, fir, To keep the temper-pin in tiff, Employs oft’ my hand, fir. « Make the beft o’t that you can, “ Janet, Janet ; ** But like it ne’er wale a man, “ My Jo, Janet.” Br Ci wee ; ore Meese Shia Si aio 0 SR CHARMS or MELODY. MANE ct ce iM es Tweed Side. ; alee beauties does Flora difclofe? How fweet are her {miles upon Tweed? — Yet ‘Mary’s ftill {weeter than thofe; -. Both nature and fancy exceed. _ Nor daifie, nor fweet blufhing rofe, Nor all*the gay flow’rs of the field, : Nor Tweed gliding gently thro’ thofe, © a _ Such beauty and pleafure does yield. The warblers are heard in the grove, "The linnet, the lark, and the thrufh, = ~ _ The black-bird, and feet cooing dove; * With mufic enchant ev? ry bufh. f Come, let us go forth to the mead, eas us fee how the primrofes {pring, » We H lodge in fome village on Tweed, , And love while the feather’ ‘d folks fing. : lows does my love pafs the ee fap. _ Does Mary not ’tend a few fheep? | Do they never carelefsly ftray, | While happily the lies afleep ? _ 'Tweed’s murmurs fhould lull her-to refts Kind Nature indulging my blifs, To relieve the foft pains of my breaf, chee fteal an ambrofial kifs. *Tis the dices the virgins excel, No beauty with her ad compares The graces of love round her dwell, She’s faireft where thoufands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks ftray; Oh! tell me, at noon where they feed; Shall I feek them on {weet winding Tay, Or the pleafanter banks of the Tw eed? Of does Hymen finite to hear. Sung in the Semic Opera of ‘ The Duenna, FT does Bas {mile to hear Words and vows of feign’d regard; Well he knows when they’re fincere, . Never flow to give reward. “For his glory is to prove Kind to thofe who wed for love. Repairer ise Osetia a eT Ae -- Q had my Love ne’er fmil’d on me. Sung in the Comic Opera of * The =e) HAD my love ne’er imil’d on me, I ne’er had known fuch anguith ; Bui think how falfe, how cruel the, ‘To bid me ceale to languith. Duenna.’ Fo bid me hope her fain to gain, Breathe on a flame half perifh’d, And then with cold and fix’d difdain, To kill the hope fhe cherifh’d. Not: worfe his fate who on a wreck, ‘That drove as wind did blew it, ‘Silent had left the fhatter’d deck, To find a grave below if. When land was cry 4d, no more refign’ d, He glow’d with joy to hear it; _ ' Not worfe his fate, his woe to find The wreck muft fink ere near ite 4 : | ¥ ' 4 ; ie Pea tion. ie Set sis eae ir! is 225, ‘Baenditap 3 is the Bond of Reafon) . | Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ The Duenna.? RIENDSHIP is the bond of reafon, But if beauty difapprove, ‘Heav’n abfolves all other treafon ‘In the heart that’s true to love. | The faith which to my friend I {wore, Asa civil oath I view; " But to the charms which I adore, ° *T is religion to be true. "Then if to one I falfe. muft be, Can I doubt which to, prefer, A breach of focial faith to thee, Of facrilege to love and her! ? \ \ i Yowd him for mmielfatane, Sung in the Comic Opera of * The Duenna,” we ae canft not boaft of Fortune’s ftore, My love, while me they wealthy call; But I was glad to find thee poor, For with my heart I'll give thee all, And then the grateful youth will own L lov’d him for himfelf alone. ; But when this worth my fae fhall sai No look or word of mine fhall fhew That I the {mallet thought retain Of what my bounty did beftow: Yet ftill his grateful heart fhall own © I lov’d him for himfelf alone. | Ab! ‘cruel Maid. Sung inthe Comic Opera of * The Duenna.?’ At ! cruel maid, how haft thou chang’d The temper of my mind! My heart, by thee from mirth eftrang’ d, Becomes, like thee, unkind, By fortune 'favour’d, clear in fame, I once ambitious was; And friends I had, that fann’d the flame, And gave my youth applaufe. But now my weaknefs all abufe, Yet vain their taunts on me, Friends, fortune, fame itfelf I’d lofe To gain one {mile of thee. she ae Yet only thou thould’f not defpife My folly or my woe; If I am mad in others eyes, Tis thou haft a me fa. But days like thefe, wath doubting ‘uit I will not long endure: Am I defpis’d? “T know the wort, And alfo know my cure Tf falfe, her vows the dare renounce, She inftant ends my pain; , For, oh! that heart muft break at ‘once, Which cannot hate again. © | / ea eee ee ee ee, i : “4 ~@: , ‘ PLT eae ee ng 4 - er , ei | — ° ¥ S . > s »y- 224. BALLADS ancient AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, €&c. eet Johnny Armftrong. ins f x The hero of the following ballaa’s habitation, was.at no great difance from the river Ewe; there he had a frrong body of men under his command, and all his neighbours, even the neareft Englifh, ficod in awe of him, and paid him tribute. When James V. reigned in Scotland, and Henry IIL. in England, the former, willing to fupprefs all robbers, levied a /mall army, marched out againft the banditti, and pitched his tents hard by the raver Bwfe. | At this Johnny Armitrong became Jenfible-of his danger, and would wee have made his peace. Some of the hing’s officers finding him in this difpoftion, fecretly perfuaded him to make his fubmiffion; adding, that they ur fe alfure him he would be kindly received. Armftrong followed their counfil, and with fixty horfemen unarmed, haltened to the king, but imprudently forgot to provide himfelf with paffes, and a fafe conduct. Thofe who had. given him this advice, fenfible of his error, lay in ambufh for, furprized and took him, with his fixty men, and carried them all to the king, pretending that they had taken him prifomer. Vor was he accufed of robbing only, but of having alfo formed a defign of delivering up that part of the country to the Englifh ; and being condemned, he, with fifty-four of his companions, was hanged; the other fix were referved as hofages, to deter their fellows from being guilty of the like crbme. Our poet poffitly thought, that the gallows was too low a death for his hero, ~ and therefore rather chofe to let him die bravély fighting. Inftead of three, he gives him a retinue of eight-fcore men, and lays the fcene in Edinburgh. * ; 1 there ever a man in all Scotland, ‘Then Johnny looks o’er‘his left fhoulder, From the higheft flate, to the loweft degree, And to his merry men thus faid‘he, ‘That can fhew himfelf before our king, “ T’ve afk’d grace of a graceleds face, _ Scotland’s fo full of treachery? ‘“« No pardon there’s for you and me.” Yes, there is a man in Weftmoreland, Then Fchn pull’d out his good broad fword, 7 And johnny Armftrong they do him call; That was-made.of the mettle fo free; He has no lands, or rents coming in, Had the king not mov'd his foot as he did, Yet keeps eightfcore men within his hall. Fohn had taken his head from his body. Fe has horfes and harnefs for them all, “Come, follow me, my merry men all, And goodly fteeds that be milk-white, “ We will fcorn one foot to fly, . With their goodly belts about their necks, “ Tt fhall ne’er be faid, we were hang'd like dogs; With hats and feathers all alike. . “ We'll fight it out moft manfully.” > I wt . F The king he writes. loving letter, Then they fought on like.champions bold, And with his own hand, fo tenderly, For their hearts were fturdy, ftout and free, And hath fent it unto Fehany Armftrong, Till they had kill’dvall the kimg’s guard 5 " a To come and {peak withehim fpeedily. None left alive but.two or three. . “ When 7ohw he look’d this letter upon, But then rofe up all Edenborough, ; He look’d as blithe as a bi-d in a tree, They rofe up by thoufands three, ‘ “‘ T was never before a king in my life, A cowardly Scot came jéhn behind, “ My father, my grandiarher, none of us three. And run him thro’ the fair’ body. « But feeing we muft go before the king, Said Fohn, “ fight on, my merry all, 66 Lord, we will go moit gallantly, «J ama little wounded, but am not ‘flain, * Ye fhall ev’ry one have a fearlet coat, “T’ll lay me down, and bleed awhile, « Laid down with golden laces three. “ Theo Dll rife and fight with you again.” : And ev’ry one fhali have a fcarlet cloak, hen they fought like madmen all, « Laid down with filver laces five, _ Till many lay dead upon the plain, - With your golden belts about your waifts, For they refolv’d before they’d yield, - “ Hats and feathers all alike.” ‘That ev’ry man would there be flain. But when Johnny went from Giltnock-hall, : So there they fought courageoufly, The wind it blew hard, and faft it did rain, Till moft of them lay dead, and flain, 4° Now, fare thee well, thou Giltnock-hall, But little Mu/grave, that was his foot page, “ J fear I'll ne’er fee thee again.” With hie-bonny Griffel got ’way unta’en. Now Johnny is to Edenborough gone, But when he came to Giltnock-hall, 2 With his eightfcore men fo gallantly, The lady fpy’d him prefently, ‘ And ev’ry one of them on a milk-white fteed, ta hat news, what news, thou little foot page, .° With bucklers and {words hanging.to their.knee, “ From thy mafter and his company ?” But when Yoh came before the king, «« My news Is bad, lady,” he faid, With his eightfcore men fo gallant to fee, “« Which I do bring, as you may fee; The king he mov'd his bonnet to him, “« My matter, john Arm/ftrong, is flain, He thought he’d been a king as well as he. * And all his gallant company.” « Q, pardon, pardon, my fovereign leigh, « Yet thou art welcome, my bonny Griff, « Pardon my eightfeore men and me; |, Oft thou’ft been fed with corn and hay, “ For my name it is Johnny Armfrong, «“ Thou fhall be fed with bread and wine, « A fubject of your’s, my leigh,” iaid he. « Thy fides {hall ne’er be fpur’d, I fay.” «© Away with thee,.thou faife traitor, O then befpoke his little fon, “ No pardon will I grant to thee, As he fat on his nurfe’s knee, «« But to-morrow morn, by eight of the clock, _ Tf eer L live tg be aman, “TT hang Se cightfeore men and thee.” . “ My father’s death reveng’d fhall be. ie | ee 2 ee fs \ cee 7 mt : wis Vict. ke a sae é = ee s Ss pe ‘ ‘ - eta se ae TE ne Re ue a 2 Dn. ll alee; a ER. abana abe oi an 5 THE CHARMS OF MELODY, x a OR SIREN. MEDLEY. er The Plan of the Publither isto embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englifh Language, worth preferving—forming a Univerfal Ma gazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourows, Sea, and Political ‘Songs; as well as Ola Englith, Irifh, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c=——To which will be added, a complete Index, ps The Cottage on the Moor. 6 ONG. : Sung in the Pantomime of * Niobe.’ A® ! tell meno more, my dear girl, with a figh, Y mam is no more, and my dad in his grave, That a coldnefs will ereepo’er my heart; — Little orphans are fifter and I, fadly poor; That a fullen indiff’rence will dwell on my eye, Induftry our wealth, and no dwelling we have, When thy beauty begins to depart. Butyon neat little cottage, that ftands on the moor Shall thy graces, O, Cynthia, that gladden my day. ? a 95 "9 And brighten the gloom of the night, Till life be extinguifh’d, from memory firay, Which it ought to revive with delight? - _ The lark’s early fong does to labour invite, Contented we juft keep the wolf from the door; And, Phoebus retiring, trip home with delight, - Foourneat little cottage, that flands on the moor, Upbraiding, shall Gratitude fay with a tear, « That no longer I think-of thofe charms « Which gave to my bofom fuch rapture fincere; “« And faded.at length in my arms?” %: re ~ Our mealsare but homely, mirth fweetens the cheer, AffeGion’s our inmate, the gueft we adore, And heart-eafe, and health, make a palace appear, Of our neat little cottage, that fiandson the moor. ~ Why, yes! it may happen, thou damfel divine— _ To be honefi—I freely declare, Te) That e’en now to thy converfe fo much I incline, “I’ve already forgot thou art fair. ame chear up, my lads; ’tis to glory we feer, _ Dr. Walcot. To add fomething new to this wonderful year ; , "To honour we call you, not prefs you like flaves; Come, chear up, my Lads. For whwsare fo free as the fons of the waves? The conftant Lafs. Heart of oak are our fhips, Y | \Heart of oak are Our men; ~ OUR ‘Molly has never Veen falle, the declares, We always are eragy, Since laft:time we parted at apping old flairs: a a Steady, boys, fleady 2 s When I {wore that I ftill would continue the fame, We'll fight, and we il conguer, again, and again. And gave you the ’bacco-box=-mark’d with my name We ne’er fee our foes, but we with them to flay; ‘ ay aS i 4 Then I pafs’da whol tnigh ree ks w ‘They never fee us, but they with us away; When I pafs’da whole fortnight between decks with If they run, why we follow, and run them afhore; bien ty re : For if they won’: fight us, what can we do more. Did I e’er give a bufs, Tom, to one of the crew? Heart of oak, Sc. To be ufeful.and kind to my Thomas I ftaid, ; : For his trowfers I watfh’d, and his bumbo I made. They {wear they'll invade us, thefe terrible foes, - They frighten our women, our children and beaux; Though you threaten’d laft Sunday to walk in the Burfhould their flat bottoms in darknefs get o’er, : mall ate wa Jake Still Britons they'll find to receive them on fhore. With Sufan, from Depford, and BillingfgateSall, Beart ok, Se. In filence I fiood, your unkindnefs to hear, te A ] braided my ‘ ry “5 We'll fill make them run,and we'll fiill makethem nd only upbraided my Tom with Bi Seas ' fret, Still faithful and fond from the firfl of my life, In fpite of the devil, or Bruffel’s gazette: Tho’ I boaft dot the name, I’ve the truth of a wife, Then, chear up, my lads, with one voice let us fing, For falfehood in wedlock too often is priz’d,— Our foldiers, our failors, our fiatefmen, and king. And the heart that is conftant fhould not be defpis’d. Heart of oak, 2c Arlege ' nieces Hey ns er OO, CAT LOT IE ITER I: ee am PUBLISHED at N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, Duiiin, Where the preceding Numbers can be had. ! i= wh! . Set: * f ; © 926 Bret 0 a fe of s ~~ yA * sa ie H forrow. let” edriak be merry, Rare “3 “ai = ees fwiftly, to-morrow brings care; . ne, Foye: it, ce it i eee It, a . j Wine will relieve it, ’ oe ne hy And drown defpa ir. ets of wake ats : found in pat Fling. eee divine, man ind’ | chikfeft ble ‘The glafs is thine, drink, there’s no excefs in A bumper or two with a chearful friend. *Tis wine gives ftrength when nature’s exhaufted, | Heals the fick man, and frees the flave 5 i Makes the {tiff ftumble, : And the proudthumble, Exalts the niggard, \ Makes cowards brave. “Tis wine that prompts the timorous lover; Be brifk with your miftrefs, denials defpife ; She’ll cry, you'll und her, But be a brifk wooer, Attack her, purfue her, You'll gzip the PUAES: For ie nse, &e. Ts wine that banifhes worldly forrow, ‘i hen who would omit the pleafing tafk? Since wine’s fweet fociety Br pe ‘Eafes anxiety, - Hang dull fobriety ; ae ! ‘ Bring vother flatk. ' ‘t ‘Por the furcets, &e. The Beggars. ‘Sung in the Comit Opera of ‘ The, Foaial Crew.’ * qT ‘HAT all men are beggars, we plainly may fee, --For beggars there are of ev'ry degree, — Tho’ none are fo blefs‘d or fo happy as we, “Which nobody. can deny, deny; - Which nobody can deny. Be." The teeta he begs that his _srares. you would yh buy, - eg, ea A hen tess you'd believe him the price is not high; ce And fwears ’tis his trade, when he tells you a lie % yor Which nolody can deny, 'Sc. ; “The lawyer he begs teat you'd give him a fee, ‘Pho’ he reads not your brief, or regards not your lea, But advifes your foe how to get a decree. Which nobody can deny, Gt. The courtier, he begs for a penfion, a place, A ribbon, a title, a {mile from his grace, ‘ ., ‘Dis due to: his merit, ’tis writ in hk face. a eee Which nobody foould deny, Sc. t if, ee cake: he fhould chance to get none, 2 begs you "d believe that the nation’s undone; ~ re’s but one honeft man, and himfelfis ihat one, ey e. Which nobody dares deny, €c. _ The4air one fhe labours whole mornings at home, : New charms to create, and much paint to confume, ‘Yerbegs you’d believey'tis her natural bloom. te) Which nobody frould - ay te’g. The lover he begs the dear nymph to oaclet | She begs he’d pegones yet with languifhing eye, Still begehe would ftay, fora maid the can’tdie. ‘ Ay ae art . 7 AS =? , j : . ‘ . te pt -._- er. ; 7 v. For the fweets, Se. “And handles ae ek tho’ he ne hts, Then “ge And make ufe of their Balls, their Friftet and Drum ime to ftrike the Lmpreffion ae dee Thome. On the Prefs, Truth, Religion, and Learning depend, Which none but a ps would pee &e ae a . eee > ee & UL bs ae os id ; -* cE ‘The Merits of Print ide : vee By J. S. Dowv. _Aonssseo TO PRINTERS. I - Wwe. learning and ‘Cie weRe bot 1 fi ment ss ~ And Genius aoe. Freedom were banifh’ lo ‘Theinvention of Printi gfoon bro ht lt 3 Then carol the p aifesof Pa p . And fing in that richie art aprell Then all who profefs this great heay e tau: ht art, © And have Wyatt at ane 4 Tho’ ev’ry Compofer-a Gali ow b ar a ral’ Yet judge not from that a C *s-a flav . Come join in thefe verfes, and no an, at hy we «dy ay Ve ae “* Sh gaat For ae feet often n dug lyr a ui ay ; mya? a nek If orredtion edcads all alanine does ine c fame, , When he aietin his Matter, he isngtto blame, — For to Juftification he te a Na be 4 Tho’ he daily. ee sis ade to doy wrong - Like Ninirod he follows the Chace all ie oie And always to him a good oe docs belong. | te ss i tet yeas tic, Tho’ no z antiquarian, i ‘eats ap rioting, . And freedom with loyalty clofely combines, “ And to aid the Republic—of Letters—he joins. yo eneee Se. q Extremes he avoids, and a: Medium invites, Tho’ no Blockhead, he often in Pools-cap hts, xs c* men mul But the art to Solent ae ftout . come, ve) : a> 1, But as the sid, proverb declares very ‘clear, | ; . : carol, ec. | “ We're the farth eft from God when the Churchve j “are mear,?” vitae oils in So, in all Paaning Chapels do 118 appear, ail i eae eee &o. Whilft that remains free, Slav’ry ne’er gainsitsend, a Beckion in him e whos not page #2 trie Pet % iy +r tee ‘ Tl ‘a rats: a ea fa ei eA pretty Week’s Work. Ox. Monday, young Colin, who liv ahi in the dale; Hs Came to me when milking, and. carry’ ‘d my pail; He faid, that. he well had examin’d his mind, He'd red! me onWednefday, if I was inclin’ Le And vow’d, when we came to the willow deck’d \ bidok, rf doubted his truth, he’d. {wear on the Sita To ieee my ieee would keep: to’ his vow,, On Tuefday, the while he. was. bufy at plough, Iran to the cot of old Dorcas below, And begg’d fhe would tell me the ae I wauiie dss: \ knows a gave her a fixpence I'd fav’d from: my youth, Bue sromis’d another tocome at the truth. he | “Her Spedacles neil ues took from her fidey . ~ 4 Examin’d my hand, afk’d me queftions befide ; then told me fhe fate: by.a {park in my eye, If Colin was willing, twas beft to comply: . Then faid, “ child do. this, left your wifhes are “crofs’ d, : : pm Fori in. matters of lov e no timé’s to be loft. On Wednefday he came Patera out in his beft, _ He gave mea poly to ftick in my breaft, 5 ree kifs’d me, and told me shia time, nd faid “let us hafte ere the village bells chime.” By put T, filly. I, fure the worft of my kind! Reply with.a fneer,. fir, I’ve alter’ d. ny mind. At this, with esfeshenads becoming the med He turn’d from a fool, and went off with dildeaw : As {oon as he left me, 1 thought on miy fate, . And the words of old Dorgas, but, ah! twas too late! _ Tran to the vale, fearchi’d the hamlets round, Po-find out ay ayate, but no Colin I fanaidl we On Thats. fo Mamas the javle Arch my ear, _ T travers: the.meads in puriuit of my. dear; ' Sing. ‘on, pretty] dark, (to the warbler I cry’d) _Thou’rt happy, PBECsuie chounts true’ to thy brides : But, alas ali endeavours were idle and vain! Not one ep the meadows. knew ought of my {wain. When “Briday was come I grew fick of my lot ; - Tran tothe vale, and enquir’d at each cot; Bue fuccefslefs, ikea) were all efforts to me, _ No tidings | heard, nor no Colin could fee; -’Twas Saturday, now, and the fearch I renew’d, As lucktefs.as: ever, the fearch oS On Sunday I wandered diftraéted till noon, ~ When the bells ’ gana peal, delightful i in tune; | 1 ftopt the firft perfon [ met in my way, | And afked the caufe of their being fo gay; Who told me, this morning, young Colin had been | Wedded to. earn Doll of the green. That inftant rT ran to:the green willow’d brooke Where Colin had fwore to be true, on a book; ‘My garters I bound to the fturdieit bough, | And'had a¢ted, ye virgins, I cannot s hava! f If reafon had not interpos'd with her aid | And bade me defift, for a filly young ids Ye maidens who hear me, ne’er act fuch a part, ‘Comply when he’s kind, for I’ve known to my coft, In matters of love there’snotimetobeloft. — | Do this, and no caufe in your bofom fhall lurk, 1 a fait | To make, apt of a prenty W eek’ s work. or, ae. Nor reject the true fwain who'd yield you his heart; ' y * He” long fhall haplefs Colin mourn,. & “7 , Cupid’ s eapnteee aS, € Oh! _mamma, mamma, Tam aor rt la “Me, a little dragon fpying, *« Which the ploughman-tribe fo flupid,. % Cally a bee, has bit your Cupid. “ 4 An! par quoth Venus, fmiling fhrewdly, If a bee can wound fo rudely, - Cupid, think how fharp the forrows _ Caus’d by thy envenom’d arrows. Song to Delia, ry By Dr: Watrcotr. + ‘The cold regard of Delia’s eye? 9 The heart whofe only crime is love; <7) Eg Can ‘Delia’s foftnefs doom to die? Sweet is thy name to Colin’s ear; ‘Thy beauties, O divinely brighe!, In one fhort- hour by Delia’s fide I taite whole ages of delight. Yet though I lov’d thee’ more than life, My tongue forbore its fondeft tale, Not to diipleafe a cruel maid, And figh’da amid’ft the diftant vale. What happier dhepherd wins thy fmiles, A. blifs. tor which I hourly pine? Some {wain, perhaps, whole fertile vales, And fleecy flocks are more than thine! Few are the vales that Colin boafts, And’ few the flocks thofe vales that rove f With wealth [ court not Delia’s heart— ye y ) A nobler bribe, I offer—Love! 4 Yet fhould the virgin yield her hand, And thoughtlefs wed for wealth alone; The act may make my bofom bleed, f e ? But furely cannot blefs her own. a TN A Glafs is good. A CLASS is good, and a lafs is good, pies” And a pipe is good in cold weather ; The world is good, and the people are good, And we’re all good fellows together: a A bottle it is a very good thing i With a.good deal of good wine in it, te eee A fong is goodwhen a body can fing, And to finith we muft begin it. a A glafs is £004, &e és A friend is good when you're out of good luck, For that is the-time to try him; For a juflice, ¢ ood the haunch of a buck, With fuch a good prefent you buy him + A fine old woman is good when fhe’s dead, »’ oe A rogue very good for good hanging 3 ee A fool is good by the nole to be'led ; , My es fong delerves a good Haren h | ie ha CPE ‘a bee, unfeen while flegping, © i fe Touch’d, by love from rofe-buds creeping, oe the boy, who blood efpying- F On his finger, fell a crying 5 $ : ‘ Then both feet, and pinions Rie Flew, to Venus, thus complaining: ie Pm Fall Ahegs ‘ hs oe sets Be. ms ’ 5 - ; - ** , . ° (a= - : * = se ~ . Pies Hee ee ee a wa, _ “& * hye. 228 BALLADS anci£ntT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, a | . ' re EEE . ‘ * Then firft, much aftonith’d, did Mora behold . . Monkith Verles, ri *’ Some other dog plac'd at her fide, pagal Who bark’d not at all, tho” he look’d very bold, ile round to the fair one‘hiseye-balls he roll’d— _ , , And open’d his.mouth very wide! hl “- pe BY WAY OF PAROPY ON THE VERSES ENTITLED ee bi His vifage was gruff, and gigantic his paw, His collar was fable to view ; From the guefts on a fudden did pleafure withdraw; The dogs all-thriek’d out at the fight of his claw; And the cats all in concert cry’d—* mew.” ~—© Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogine.”— WHICH APPEARED IN NUMB. 17, So great was the fear and difmay that he {pread; So much had he frighten’d each dog, None fpoke, till poor Mora took courage, and faid, “J pray that your gruffnefs afide may be laid, “ While you deign-to-partake of our prog.” » | A BULL-DOG fo fierce, and a fpaniel fo-meek, . Convers’d as they lay on the mow; “They ftar’d, and they bark’d—and then utter’d a fqueak! For the name of the dog we will Cz/ar befpeak, And the bitch was the fair Jittle. Mo. This faid, her requeft with attention he grants, - And he promis’d to alter his mein; He began like a donky to kick and to prance ;/ His fleth from his bones fell, as’twere in romance}. And.a‘fkeleton dog there was feen! va) ae ‘Thro’ the party-this fent forth amazement,no doubt; This ftruck with a.panic the row! ; The maggots crept in, and the maggots-crept outs | They firaggled, they jump’d, and they feamper’d about, oy! While the fpedize aildvefe'd little Mo. « And, oh, then,” faid Ce/ar, “a bull-baiting, dear, * ‘To-morrow takes place at the fair; “ [ thither am fent; while I very much fear «« Some dogs, to your eyes that more pleafing appear, “ Your affections from.me will enfnare!” Ne “* Nay, check thefe fufpitions,” faidPora, diftrefs’d, * Nor injure your true-love fo far: * For no other dog, you affured may reft, “ But Ce/ar alone, with my heart fhall be blei— “For Ca/ar alone ruleth there. Be a Thefe words to falfe Flora the tkeleton {pake, While boldly‘he:claim’d her as wife— «« Behold, I am come without tail-to my back, “To bear you to torture, to.pains, and to rack; | “ And fo put an.end.to your life!” . He rac his claws round the Fair‘One he threw; ; Poor Flera redoubled her moan; Then off with his prize to the Deyil -he flew, ~ {Sad fate for poor Flora !}—but nobody knew Which way toOnp Nicx they were gone. * If e’er on my charms noiff Pincher or Jack « « Repofe, while they call me their wife, * JT wifh” [here the fent forth a falfe. oath alack !] « That he ghoft:may appear without tail to its ** back, *s Afcend from below with a terrible crack—— “« And frighten. me out of my life !” Not sone liv’d the greyhound; and none fince that « Lour To inhabit the kennel prefume: a There chronicles tell, fore’d by fome mighty pow’r, She fuffers repentant, as.well as her wooer— And mourns her deplorable doom! ToSmithfield then haften’d this bull-dog fo fierce, Little Mlora gave vent to-her woe; - Scarce three day elaps’d (how grieve to rehearfe!) When.a grey-hound-befpangl’d with fpots—what a curle!— . Arriv’d at the kennel. of Filo. At midnight twelve times in the year does her fprite, When mortals are all {noring-eut, Appear in the yard, on amoonfhiny night (Ye dogs, what a dreadful and horrible fight !)— And creams as he twirls her.about ! His collar, his perfon, his flattering vows, Soon made her untrue to her fwain— He won her attachment by graces and bows; At length fhe confented to call him her fpoufe— ) And ne’er think of Cefar again! © | ‘With.tubs fall of brimftone, and water and mud, *Midk dog-goblins they utter their woe: __ ’ A toaft they put round that would freeze one’s ; heart’s blood — — _* Let us all drink a health to Cefar the proud, ~~ _ “ And his confort, the falfe little Flo!” q And now they were joined in Hymen’s foft ties, And now they for feafting prepar'd; With pails full of tripe they regaled their eyes; _ But how great was their wonder, difmay,and furprife When they heard the bell ring in the yard! Wy. Ot oy ‘ x - . ris ee } te ; : , dio ek | Leake ar ste ene es Peres og alee AA 0 on, I rie eke tae dee Yee t CHARMS OF MELODY, SIREN MEDLEY. Oh, take this Wreath. O™ ‘take this wreath my hand has wove, e The pledge and emblem of my love, _ Thefeflow’rs will keep their brighteft hue, While you are conftant, kind.and ttue ; “But fhould you, falfe to love and‘me, ~ With from my fondnefs to be free, | _ Foreboding that my fate is nigh, ‘Each grateful. flow’r will drogp' and die. ‘Come, ye Lads who wih to fhine. Coe ye lads who with to fhine Bright in future ftory, -Hafte to arms and form the line, That leads to‘future glory. ‘Charge the mufket, point the lance, Brave the Worft of dangers, Teli the biuft’ring fons of France, That we to fear are firangers, ‘Britain, when the lion’s rous’d, And her flag is rearing, Always finds her fons difpos’d To drub the foe that’s daring. a oy i Charge the mufket, Fc. ‘Hearts of oak, with fpeed advance, Pour your naval thunder , ‘On the trembling fhores of France, And fitike the world with wonder. Charge the mufket, Pee | Honour‘for the brave to fhare, Is the nobleft booty, ‘Guard your coatts, protect the fair, For that’s. a briton’s duty. Charge the mufaet, 6» *Tho’ Spain and Holland take their. parts, - Bound in bafe alliance, “Let’s all unite, and British hearts ‘May bid the world defiance. Beat the drum—the trumpet found, Manly and united, Dangers face, maintain your ground, And fee your country righted. _ The Plan of the Publither is to embody ia one Grand Folio Volume, ‘forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, ‘Ivith and-Scotch Bailads, Legendaries, &c. &¢c.——To which will be a all the Songs, ancient and modern, ; in the Englith Language Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs ; as well as Old Enghith, dded, a complete’Index. Dicky Goffip. ee T was a younker, I firft was apprentice Unto a gay barber fo dapper and airy; — I next was a carpenter, then turn’d dentift; le te Then taylor, good lord! then an apothecary, ‘But for this trade or that, Why they all come as pat, : They all come as pat as they can, For-fhaving and tooth-drawing, ‘ Bleeding, cabbaging and fawing, | Dicky Goffip, Dicky Goflip is the man. Tho’ taylor and dentift but aukwardly tether, In both the vocations I fill have my favings; And two of my trades couple rarely together, For barber and.carpenter both deal in fhavings; So, for this trade or that, Why they all come as pat, : They all come, 5c. But blunders will happen in callings fo various, I fancy they happen to fome that aré prouder; I once gave a patient, whofe health was precarious, A terrible dofe of my beft fhaving powder. But no matter for that, Why my trades.come as pat, pee. | They all come, Ge. As wrapt in Sleep I lay. AS’ wrapt in fleep T lay, Fancy affumed her {way, A voice that fpoke defpair, Cried, “ mourn thy lover banifh’d; ** Cold, cold beneath the main, ** Lies he in battle flain, ** Mourn, mourn thou wretched fair, “ All hopes from thee are vanith’d.” Upon the rock I ftood; Forth from the foaming flood Arofe the lovely form Of him who now is banith’d. Loofe flow’d his auburn hair, ‘Gor’d was his bofom bare; Sinking amid the ftorm, He figh’d, « adieu,” and vanifh’d. PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin. Where the.preceding Numbers can be had. Bet ONT (Siete UA SME ee iN. LS SA ROE ee eg St 230 THE CHARMS .OF MELODY. . ooh Drunken Song. H, what 2 misfortune befel me to-day, As I look’d for a pretty young girl, They tumbled me into a butt of ftrong beer, I thought to be drowned therein : Be drowned therein, be drowned therein, I thought to be drowned therein. But what is the reafon I reel thus about, I’m afraid the beer’s got.in my head ; I reel to and fro’ like a fhip in a‘ftorm, Oh, I with I was fafe in my bed. Safe in my bed, Se. Oh, what a misfortune befel me to-night, As I fwam in a river of beer; I div’d to the bottom, and then up again, And now behold you all fee me here: You all fee me here, Se. But what is the reafon you will not fland fall, I‘find you muft all be drank up; ; I'll put it in my pocket and give it-my wife, And then fhe will fleep very well. Will fleep very well, Se. OurTop 'Sail’s:a-trip, Orr to fail’s a-trip, and our anchor’s a-weigh, To far diftant climes from my: Fanny I ftray ; Tho’ borne by, falfe winds, ftill thy failor is true, Tho’ wand’ring, he’s confiant to love and to you. The rock-dafhing- billows that loudly do roar, The furge that rebounds from yon leffening fhore, Seem to fwellwith my tears,and the boifterous wind, To inereafe with my fighs, as I leave thee behind. When perils furround me I’ll think of, my love, The foothing idea all fears wil] remove: With fafety I'll plough thro’ the dangerous main, With grief now we partto meet happy again. “The Death of Hebe. AIR’ Hebe, lovely Hebe gone, A clay-cold viétim lies ; The rofe-buds from her cheeks are flown, _Pale death has clos’d her eyes : In awful knell the folemn toll ‘Increas’d poor Colin’s grief; -AffliGtion’s load weigh’d down his foul, His mind knew no relief. ; Oppreft with anguish and defpair, With downcaft eyes he mov’d, And tending tlofe the fable bier, Bewail’d the maid he lov’d: But when the facred rights were paid, And earth to heav’n was giv’n, In forrow’s voice he trembling faid, “ This is the will of heay’n.” Each coming day, at bluth of morn, O’er Hebe’s grave he flands, Where waving fhrubs the {pot adorn, Rais’d by the mourner’s hands: Hope’s cheering rays afford no gleam, To eafe the fhepherd’s fishs; The hallow’d turf feems ever green, “Bedew’d from Colin’s eyes. : oa pe, Pe +s oa The Heirefs ftole away. 4 OU who hunt after fortune attend, And you who make beauty your game, To me your attention pray lend, . I’m an héirefs of fortune and fame :_ “ An heirefs! hark, forward,” they ery, Purfu’d by the young and the old; Over hedges and ditches they fly, _ To come within view of the gold: While.I, like the poortimid hare, When fhe firit bedi the horn’s diftant lay, Start, double, and run without care, | “ Stole away!” they all cry ‘ ftole away !” An [rifh young hunter gave chace, O dear—but he’d make me his wife ; Or ’twould be, when dead, my fad cafe, Tolead little apes all my life : “An heirefs! hark, forward!” his ery, No danger his love fhould difmay, After breaking his neck, he would try | To hunt me to death his ownway 5. - When I, Se. “But I’ve a young man in my eye, + Not you, fir; no, no, fir, nor you; On him [ may fafely rely, . He keeps me at all times:in view + An heirefs! hark, forward!” they.cry, Yet thatshad.not power to charm; ~~ ‘*T was love, |’il.not ftrive to deny, A love that was gen’rous.and warm: - Tl with him, like the poor timid hare, When fhe firft hears the horn’s diftant lay, “Start, double, and run without fear “ Stole away!” they.all cry, “ ftole away.” rs er et “The Row. ka (ee be fure I‘don’t love in my heart nov, What fome people call a good duit’; ‘And with hfe was Lfure for to part new, ‘As fome time or other I muft : When I-fee-a lady in'danger, I up to her march with a bow, And from‘her ne’er fhrink as a‘ftranger, But inftantly kick up.a row: © ~ “ For I pelt away, whelt away, whack away, Lather away all that’) can, Well pleas’d I’m to lofe my life fill, ‘For woman, that bleffing to man: - Give me but a fprig of-thilaly, And may be' I'll not fhew you how, Be a puppy’s coat ever fo mealy, To duit, when T kick up a row. One night as. I walk’d down the ftrand, I Saw ladies by ruffians abus’d, So, fays I, to be fure U can’t ftand by, And fee the fweet creatures mifus’d ; So that which Ma’am Juftice fhould fettle, Had fhe been awake, you'll allow, I, being of true Irifh mettle, Compounded, by making a row. P Kor I pelt away, Ze. As for fighting, I'don’t fay I love it, For fometimes it proves a bad job— And what, pray now, more would you have on’t, 1 got a fnug gafh on my nob: | But where 1 fee ladies ill treating, My cauniry 1’ll ttrait difavow, If | don’t give the’thieves fuch a bating, -And always I'll keep up the row. ‘. ‘ For I pelt away, See THE CHARMS OF MELODY. Oh! IT am come to the Low Country. O* t I am come to the low country, ‘ Ochon, ochon, ochrie. ° Without a penny in my purfe, ‘Po buy a meal to me. It was nae fae in the Highland-hills, Ochon, ochona, ochrie, : Nae woman in the country wide, Sae happy was as me. For then'T had a {core 0” kye, Ochon, ochon, ochrie, ~ Feeding on yon hill fo high, And giving milk to me. And there I had three fcore o’ ewes, Ochon, ochon, ochrie, Skipping on yon bonie knowes, And cafting woo to me. I was the happieft of a’ the clan, Sair, fair may { repine, For Donald was the braweft man, And Donald he'was mine. -.Ochon, oh, Donald, oh ! Ochon, ochon, ochrie ! Nae woman in the world fo wide, Sae wretched now.as me. Summer’s a pleafant Time. SS CAMER's a pleafant time, Flowers of ev’ry colour, ‘Phe water runs o’er the heugh, | And I long for my true lover. Ay, waukin,.O, Waukin ftill and weary, ‘Sleep I can get nane, For thinking on my dearie. When I fleep I dream, When I wauk I’m irie, ‘Reft'I can get nane, For thinking on my dearie. » Ay waukin, &e. Lanely night comes on, _ A the lave ure fleeping, I think on my bonny lad, And I. bleer my. een wi’ greeting. Ay waukin, Se. The jolly Tar. (ON come, jolly boys, that failors be, ; Who oft’ have plough’d the dang’rous fea, And when youchear the whiflling wind, -Sull think of her you left behind ; Still let her bleifed image near, ‘Preferve your faithful-heart from fear, And to-your breatt the tablet keep, Thro’ all the dangers of the deep. — Come, come, jolly:-boys, who failors be, Who are fo happy and fo frée? é The lucklefs landimen’s quiet mind, By. home, or. wife, is oft’.confin’d : Whiltt we, tho’ dreaded thunders roll, That know no pow’r to fhake our foul, O'er diftant fcenes in triumph hurl’d, Still feel no limits but the world. ‘Each maid was. woem-but Lucy chief, ‘Within his grave fhe dropt in grief, aye 238 Whilft a Captive to your Charms, Wee a captive to your charms — I enfold you in my arms, When I figh and fwear I’m true, Think I love no girl but you. When I fay your face is fair, And all of you beyond compare, Praife your mind, and temper too, Love but him who loves but you. While I doat upon you more peri Than fhepherd did on nymph before, ¥ an you bid the world adieu, Can vou love as I love you ? O’er lands and waves wich you I'll fly, With you !’1l live, with you I'll die; Whate’er you’d have of me, I’ll do, - Then think I none. can love but you. Whilft I breathe my ardent flame, Has your bofom caught the fame? Let me have, dear girl, my due, ‘Love then him who loves but you. Sweet your lock and fond your figh, To my wifhes now comply ; Hymen claims to-day his due; Love then me as I love you. Young Damon of the Vale. Vices Damon: of the vale is dead, ‘Ye lowland hamlets moan, A dewy turf lies o’er his head, And at his feet a ftone. ‘His-fhroud, which -Death’s cold damps deftroy, Of {now-white threads was made ; All mourn’d to fee fo {weet .a boy In earth for ever laid. ‘Pale panfies o’er his corpfe were plac’d, Which, pluckt before their time, Beftrew’d the boy, like him to watfte, And wither in their: prime. ‘But will he ne’er return, whofe tongue Couid tune the rural lay? Ah, no! his bell of peace is rung, His lips are-cold.as elay. ‘They bore him out at twilight hour, The youth who lovw’d fo well— Ah, me! how many a true love fhow’r Of kind remembrance fell ! Her grief o’er all was tried. And o’er: her. lov’d one died. EE SET EEE Sung in 6 Lodoi fra. Ve fireams that round my prifon creep, If on your moffy banks you fee My gallant lover fland and weep, — ‘Oh, murmur this command Pr Mm MN Came * "Thy miftreis bids thee hafiec sen “And fhun the broad-ey’d watvhiul day.” — Ye gales that love to hear me figh, If in your breezy flight you fee My dear Florefki ling’ring nigh, Oh, whifper this command trom me—— « Thy mifirefs bids thee hafte away, rr “ And fhun the broad-ey’d watchful day.” ! ™ 5 ' “ ne ; Liens a aes by « ae aie hue) 7 i te MRE Po i a Phe. Me oe 432 BALLADS avotent Nv movenn, LEGENDARIES, & ~ ; 2 cess St -ri ES ‘The Triumphs of Owen* _ JA FRAGMENT. »>BY MR- GRAY. ; =—= 1) WEN s praife demands my fong, Owen fwift, and Owen ftrong 5 ‘Faireft flower of Roderic’s ftem, 4 Gwyneth’s‘fhield, and Britain’s gem. He nor heaps his brooded ftores, Nor on all profufely pours, ‘Lord of every regal art, “Lib’ral hand, and open heart. Big with hofts of mighty name, ‘Squadrons three againft him came ; “This the force of Eirin hiding, Side by fide as proudly riding, On her fhadow long and gay || Lochlin. ploughs the wat’ry way.; There the Norman fails afar, ‘Catch the winds, and join the war: Biack and huge along they fweep, Burdens of the angry deep. Dauntlefs on the native fands + The dragon-fon of Mona ftands; In glitt’ring arms and glory dreft, High he rears his ruby creft. ‘There the thund’ring ftrokes begin, There the prefs, and there the din; “Talymalfra’s rocky fhore Echoing to the battle’s roar. Check’d by the torrent-tide of blood © Backward Meinai rolls his-flood ; ‘While heap’d his mafter’s feet around, ‘Proftrate warriors gnaw the ground, bein Where his glowing eye-balls turn, - ‘Thoufand banners round him bura. Where he points his purple fpear, Hafty, hafty rout is there, ; Marking with indignant eye Fear to ftop, and fhame to fly. 5 There Confufion, Terror’s child, ' -:Confli@ fierce, and Ruin wild, Agony, that pants for breath, » Defpair and honourable death. a ee Bae” a * From Mr, Evanes Mecimen of the Welch poetry, London, “1764. Quarto. Ow! acceded his father, Griffin, in the prin- cipality of North we 7 A.D. 1120. ‘This battle was fought near 4o years afte ; Coe r Denmark, rd ; § North Wales, 4 The Red Dragon is the Device of Cadwailader, which all his Delcendants bore on their Banners. } This and the three following Lines are not in the former / Edtions, butare now added from the Author’s MSS, . A s 16 ; x” . NAP Cee Pe The charm prevail’d, up rufh’d the madden’d Fierce Odin’sifelf led forth the frantic band, - ‘To featter havock wide o’er many.a guilty land. we arts et dere eyy pid ‘The Caroufal of Odin, ‘ He wel + ; th 4 <é iz BY MR-e PENROSE: ~ = dew envi ILL the honey’d bev’rage high, — ‘ Fill the fculls, tis Odin’s cay : Heard you not. the powerful call, Thund’ring thro’ the vaulted hall ?. “ Fill the meath, and {pread the board, « Vaffals of the grifly lord.” The portal hinges grate,—they come— _ The din of voices rocks the dome: In fialk the various forms, and dreft In various armour, various vet, With helm, and-morion, targe and Ahield, Some quivering launces couch, fome. oe ‘maces wield : All march with haughty ftep, all pros tke ie. creft. The ‘feaft begins, the ‘foul goes round, Laughter fhouts—the fhouts refound The guft of war fubfides—e’en now The grim chief curls his cheek, and fmooths his rugged brow. « Shame to yourplacid front, ye men of death Y »Cries: Hilda, with diforder’d‘breath. | ~ Hell echoes back her:fcoff of fhame To the inaétive rev’ling champion’s name. “ Call forth thefong,” the {cream’d,-—the minftrels came— Mp The theme was glorious war,the dear delight OF fhining beft in field, and daring moft.in fight. ‘ Joy to the foul,” the harpers fung, « When embattl’d ranks. among, « The fteel-clad knight, im vigour’s. bloom, . (Banners waving o’er his.plume) ‘* Foremoft rides, the flower and boaft ‘Of the bold determin’d hoft !” With greedy ears the guefts each note devour'd, -Each ftruck his beaver down, and grafp’d his faith- ful fword. The fury mark’d th’ aufpicious aca . And bad the Scalds proceed. « Joy to the foul! a joy ‘Gusoih ’ « Whenconflifing armies join ; ys -« When trumpets clang, and bugles found; __ “ When ftrokes of death aredealt around; ‘* When the {word feafts, yet craves for mores) “ Andevery gaunlet drips with gore."——_ ‘i Panting for carnage, as they foam’d along, SIREN MEDLEY. ¥ ,« One Penny. NE EE SE The Plan of the Publifher is to embody in ome Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth preferving, ™m the - Enehth Language ; forming an Univerfal.Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinkine, Sea, and Political § as Old Engtith, Irifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. Be ; fede a ideseat uited “Hope told a-flattv’ring Tale. HOPE told a flatt’ring tale, _ That joy would foon return, Ah, nought-my fighs avail, For love.is doom’d to mourn. Ah, where’s the flatt’rer gone? From me for ever flewn, “The happy dream of love is o’er, _Life, alas! can charm no more. b ‘How fweet’s the Love that meets return. THEN firft I:kenn’d young Sandy’s face, ‘He fung and look’d wi’ fic a grace, He fiole*my heart, but did na care, The lad he lov’d a‘lafs:more fair, And oft’ I fung o’er brae and burn, How fweet’s the love that meets return. He loo’d a lafs wi’ fickle mind, Was fometimes caul and fometimes kind, Which: made the'love-fick laddie rue, ‘For fhe was caul when he was true: ‘He mourn’d and’fung o’er brae and burn, ‘How {weet’s the love that meets return. ‘One day a pretty wreath he twin’d, ‘Where cowflips. and {weet lav’rocks join’d, "To make‘a garland for her hair— But fhe refus’d a gift fue fair: -© This fcorn”’ he cry’d “can ne’er be borne; ‘« But fweet’s the love that meets, return.” Juft then he set my tell-tale cen, (And trueft love is fooneft feen) -& Dear lafs’” faid-he “ my heart 1s thine, « For thy foft withes are like mine :” Now Jenny in her turn may mourn, “Bor fweet’s the love that meets return. “My anfwer was bold, frank, and kind, J iov’d the lad and told my mind ; To kirk we went wi’ hearty glee, ‘And wha fae bleft ashe andme? Now blithe we fing o’er brae and burn, How tweet’s the love that meets return. ! ! Ww To which will be added, a complete Index. gs; as well If o’er thevcruel Tyrant, Love. FE o’er the cruel tyrant, Love, A congueft I believ’d, The flatt’ring error ceafe to prove, © let me be deceiv’d. ‘Forbear to fan the gentle flame Which love did firft create, “What was my pride is now my fhame, ‘ And muft be turn’d to hate, Then call not to my wav ring mind The weakneifs of my heart, » Which, ah! I feel too much inclin’d To take the traitor’s part. Artaxerxes. Indeed, young Man, I muit deny. EN firft young Harry told his tale, I fmil’d and turn’d the deafen’d ear ; Or if he met'me in the vale, IT laugh’d his doleful figh to hear: I danc’d and fung as if for life, Nor thought he meant me for his wife; And when he:woo’d, I us’d to cry, Indeed, young man, I mufi deny : “Indeed, young man, I muft deny ; I muft deny, I muft deny, I muft deny, Indeed, young man, I muft deny. ‘One day, upon the village green, ‘To dance, the lads and lafles met ; In evry face gay mirth was ieen, Yet Harry feem’d to pine and fret; He look’d and figh’d, yet fear’d to {peak, As if his heart was like to break, He afk’d a kifs, I cry’d, oh, fie, : Indeed, young man, I muft deny. Indeed, young man, Foo He pull’d my fleeve, I turn’d my head, As if I was inclin’d to ftay, While blufhes on ‘my cheeks were {pread, Which he obferving kifs’d away : «To yonder church, let’s go,” he cry’d, “ And there be made my charming bride;” I thought *twas folly to be fhy, * And.own’d I could no more deny. And own'd I could, ec. a PUBLISHED «i N° 10, BEDFORD-ROMW, Dublin 3 Where the preceding Numbers can be had. Oe a re ~~ : 7 ¥ = : > ; 234 THE CHARMS OF MELODY. The Cobler. PSALM ora fong-finging cobler be'T, Who cares not a fnap for the proudeft ; I jokes in my ftall-with the girls pafling by, And hammers away with the loudeft ; My foul’s made of right honeft well-wearing ftuff, And my upper-leathers can’t be furpafs’d ; Asthewery befttann’d hide my merry heart’s,tough, Firft-of coblers, I ftick to my laf: ‘With hammer, awl, and fharp’ning hone, Wax and firap, pegs and paring knite, Briftles, thread, and lap-ftone, The cobler leads a jolly life; Singing loudly all the while, To make his work go merry, “Tol de rol, lol tol lol de rol lol, And-heigh down-derry. ‘When a bachelor fpruce, all the young giggifh tits, With their eyes a love ftory would tell, Says I. that won’t do, girl, that fhoe never fits, Till at laft L gor tack’d to my Nell: What tho’f now and then doctorStrap gives advicé, Our quarrels are unmix’d with gall, s A kifs and a {mile makes it up in a thrice, I’m Nell’s, and my Nell is.my all. | With hammer, &c. I was ax’d by a-mafter to dine at his fhop, Who'd a deuce of a quarrelfome wile, Who made the houfe fhake, aye from bottom totop, A vixen fhe was to the life: In her tantrums, her fpoufe {wore he’d kick her (hb was vex'd) Out of doors, if no ftranger was nigh ; I feeing the gemman and his lady fo perplex’d, Cry’d, don’t make a ftranger of I. | With hammer, Se. ‘Kate of Dover. ® TED FLINT was lov’d by all the fhip; Was tender-hearted, bold and true, He’d work his way, or drink his flip, With e’er a feaman in the crew: Tho’ Ned had fac’d his country’s foe, And twice had fail’d the world all over, ‘Had feen his meffmates oft’ laid low, Yet would he figh for Kate of Dover. Fair wasthe:morn when on the fhore, - Ned flew to take of Kate his leave ; Says he ‘“* my love, your grief give o’er, ' « For Ned can n’er his Kate deceive: * Let Fortune {mile, or let her frown, _-* To you I ne’er will prove a rover; s All cares in gen’rous flip I’ drown, « And ftill be true to Kate of Dover.” The tow’ ring cliffs they bade adieu, To brave all dangers on the main, When, lo! a fail appear’d in view, And Ned with many a tar was flain: Thus Death, wlio lays each hero low, Robb’d Kitty of her faithful lover; The tars oft tell the tale of woe, And heave a.figh for Kate of Dover. “v | : ‘ * ; a Be te | ee AS} ae » Seo” eC | epee. 4 How welcome, my Shepherd. ‘OW welcome, my thepherd, how welcome to me Is ev'ry occafion of meeting with thee; But when thow art abient, how joyleis am [, ~ -Contented, methinks, I could fic down aud die. The oft’ner I fee you, the more I approve The choice I have made, and am fix’d in my love; For merit, like your's, ftill brighteris fhewn, — And more tobe valued the more it is known. | To live in a cottage with thee, I would chufe, And crowns for thy fake I would gladly refufe; ° Not all the vaft treafure of wealthy Teru To me-would feem precious, if balane’d with you. ‘For allsmy ambition to thee is confin’d, And nothing could pleafe me if thou wert unkind ; ‘| ben faithfuily love me, and-happier I'll be, Than plac’d-on a threne if to reign without thee. ee Ee — Littin of the FHae oY HERE Loweftoff waves its yellow corn Young Lubin does refide, Or humble ftate, and lowly born, Devoid of fame or pride : The thepherd’s bofom free-from guile Knows nought of art or ill, Yet who can love and {weetly fmile Like Lubin of the hill. Tho’ riches feorn to deck his cot, Content around him dwells; And tho’ but.few theatheep he’s got, His fleece all flocks excells : Rear’d.by his care they frifk and play, : And reve about atpwill, Like when I gaveomy heart away To Lubin of the hill. _ But Hymen foon fhall join:our hands, . Young Lubin has confefs’d, And fure, when love cements the bands, We muft-be truly blefi: .... + My hand and heart has long been thine, And fhall, my fhepherd, ftill., Pe For who that’s. marry’d, can repine, ' With Lubin of che hill. he Where braving angry ‘Winter’s Storms. Wes braving angry winter’s ftorms, The lofty ochels rife, Far in the fhade my Peggy’s charms Firft bleft my wond’ring eyes. As one who-by-fome favage fiream, A lonely gem furveys, ‘ Aftonifh’d doubly makes it beam, -. With art’s,moft polish’d blaze. 'Bleft be the wild fequefter’d fhade, And bleft the day and hour, Where Peggy’s charms IJ firft furvey’d, When firft [ felt their pow’r. The tyrant, death, with grim controul, May feize my fleeting breath, But tearing Pevgy from my foul, DMuk be a ftronger death. ee Pani ‘nel ie ~ TN Sap a at THE CHARMS OF MELODY. _ a The Infant Spring. oe infant {pring returns again, — The wild birds plume their wings ; To cheer the artlefs nymph and fwain, Hark, how the woodland rings : Now let me hail the breezy morn, While mufic fills the vale, And liften to the huntfman’s horn, Which echoes thro’ the dale. Befide the brook, or up the hill, Or o’er the flow’ry lawn, The lab’rimg :peafant trudges full, At early peep of dawn: Now let me hail, ec. Let me enjoy the rural fhade, ie) _ Where nature {miles around; And ev’ry twain, and ev’ry maid, “With innocence is crown’d. | i" Now let me hail, Fc. * f rr Tantivy, my Boys, Tantivy. f JE dull fleeping mortals of ev’ry degree, Awake at the found of my fong; Ye fluggards erife, and to hunting with me, Tantivy, I’ll lead you along, O’er mountains and vallies,o*er woodlands and dales, And forefts impervious to fight, Pillead, if my argument with you prevails, I'll lead you, brave boys, to delight. Lantivy, brave boys, Se. Hygea I’m call’d by the faces of old, The goddefs prefiding o’er health ; Then venture, like herces, with me, and be bold, Tantivy, you'll add to your wealth : For riches, believe me’s, a bubble at beft, ‘Tfthealth fhould forget to atrend; Then hatte, my brave boys, in purfuit of the guett, And the will your wifhes befriend. Tantivy, my boys, Sc. Jn courts or in cities its not to be found, Where folly has fix’d her retreat, But haften with me o’er the green mantled ground, _ Tantivy, tantivy, repeat: The ruddy complexion that crimfons the face, _ The elegant-plow on the cheek, Far {weeter than riches, are found by the chace, And thefe:are the-pleafures we feek. a Lantivy, my boys, Sc. NS Let’s range the Fields. "DRIMROSES deck’d the bank’s green fide, : Cowllips enrich’d the valley, The black-bird ‘woos his defiin’d ‘bride, ‘Let’s range the fields, my Sally. The devious path our fteps fhall bring To yonder. happy grove, | Where nightingales delighted fing, And zephyrs whiiper love. With fweeteft flow’rs a wreath I'll twine, To twine that modeft brow of thine; My love fhall banith ev’ry fear. And crown thee goddefs of the year. \ e ; 4 ih \ are > X BALLAD. —=— The Cruel Black, A lamentable ballad of the tragical end of a gallant lord and virtuous lady 5 together with the untimely death of their two ceaeee viet Pe by a heathenith and blood- thirity black-a-moor: the like ef which cruelt was never heard of before, fe : ore i Rome a nobleman did wed 4 A virgin of great fame; A fairer creature never did Dame Nature ever frame: : ’ By whom he had two children fair, “ , Whole beauty did excel ; They were their parents only joy, Dhey lov’d them both fe well. The lord he lov’d to hunt the buck a aa the boar; ; Ano tuli for fwiftnefs always to With hima eee ee ek Which black-a-moor, withia the wood His lord he did offend, re For which he did him then correct, In hopes he would amend. TL d 3 Re ine day it grew unto an end, Then homeward he did hafte, | Where with his lady he did reft, Until tae night was paft. Then in the morning he did rife And did his fervants call, A hunting he provides to gO, Straight they were ready all. To caufe the toil the lady did Intreat him not ta go: Alas, good lady,” then quoth he, “ Why art thou grieved fo? “ Content thyfeif, L will-return “With fpeed to thee again.’ ‘« Good father,” quoth the little babes, ‘© With us here ftill remain.” y & nm “ Farewell, dear children, I will oo § ‘‘ A fine thing for to buy ;” But they, therewith nothing content, Aloud began to cry. The mother took them by the hand, Saying, “ come go with me ‘« Unto the higheft tower, where “ Your father you fhail fee.” ~ ‘The black-a-moor, perceiving now, (Who then did ftay behind,) His lord to be a-hunting gone, Began to cali to mind: * My matter he did me corrett, “ My fault not being great ;, « Now of his wife I'll be reveng’d, «© She fhall not me intreat.” The place was moated round about, Ca The bridge he up did draws The gates he bolted very faft, OF none he fiood in awe. He up into the tower went, The lady being there, . Who, when fhe faw his count’uance grim, + >, She ftraight began to fear. rn Gut now my trembling beart does quake To think what I muit write; My fenfes ail begin to ‘ail, My foul it doth affright : Yer muft I make an end of this, M hich here I have begun, Which will make fad the hardeft heart, Before that { have done. * edie Preto aah py ae © ‘ ‘th iain , This wretch unto the lady went, » And her with fpeed did will, His luft forthwith to fatisfy, His mind for to fulfil. The latly the amazed was, ‘To hear the villain fpeak ; * Alas!” quoth fhe, “ what fhall I do? « With grief my heart will break.” ‘With that he'took her in his arms; She ftraightfor help shiveo? : « Contest yourfelf, lady,” he faid, “ Your hufband is not nigh: “ The bridge is drawn, the gates are fhut, «« Therefore come lie with me, “Or elfe, Ido proteft and vow, “© Thy butcher I will be.” “The chryftal tears ran down her face, Her children cry’d-amain, And fought to help their mother dear, But all it was in vain; For that egregious filthy rogue _ Her hands behind her bound, And then perforce with all his might, He threw her on the ground. With that fhe thriek’d, her children cry’d, . And fuch a noife did make, : That towns-folks, hearing her laments, Did feek their parts to take: But all in vain, no way was found To help the lady’s need, Who cry’d to them moft piteoufly, “Ohelp! O help! with fpeed !” Some run into the foreft wide, Her lord home for to call; And they that ftood fill did lament This gallant lady’s fall. With fpeed her lord came pofting home, “He could not enter in; His ladies cries did pierce his heart ; To call he did begin: - © hold thy hand, thou favage moor, «“ To hurt her do forbear, . «“ Or elfe, be fure, if I do live, « Wild horfed fhall thee tear.” With that the rogue ran to the wall, He having had his will, And brought one child under his arm, Its deareft blood to fpill. The child, feeing his father there, To him for help did call: ‘* Oh, father help my mother dear, « We fhall be killed all.” ‘Then fell the lord upon his knee, And did the moor intreat, ; To fave the life of this poor child, Whofe fear was then io great. But this vile wretch, the little child By both the heels did take, And dafh’d its brains againft the wall, Whiift parents hearts did ake; That being done, he firaightway ran "The other child to fetch, And pluck’d it from'the mother’s break, - Molt like a cruel wretch. ; . é i by ‘A es. 4 é ° . 2 a : i ¥ i a ; ‘ 7 vs - “ 3 ant . ue : 7 el culen | SE he i 8 hei tek ae 236 BALLADS ancient a%d mover; LEGENDARIES, &. ET ert nen a TRE RR RE TERE GN EE LT TE: ‘To look how he the head did cut, 5 9M i RT one RR Within one handa knife he brought, = eas ' The child within‘the other; = * And holding it over the wall, » aris Saying, “ thus fhall die thy mother.”y, Wich that he cut the throat of it; Then to the father call, With that the head did fall. a : This done, he threw it down the wall Into the moat fo deep; Which made the father wring his hands, And grievoufly to weep. Then to'the lady went this rogue, Who was near dead with fear, Yet this vile wretch moft cruelly | sok’ Did drag her by the hair; And drew her to the very wall, Which when her lord did fee, Then prefently he cried out, And fell upon his knee: Quoth he, “ if thou -will-fave her life, «“ Whom I do love fo dear, «J will forgive thee all that’s paft, «“ Tho’ they concern me near. “ © fave her life, I thee befeech; ‘© © fave her I thee pray, And I will grant thee what thou wilt “ Demand of me this day.” « Well,” quoth the moor, “TI do regard -¢ The-moan that thou doft make: If thou wilt grantme what I afk, « T’ll fave her-for thy fake.” ¢ - 4 a n O fave her life, and then deman “ Of me what thing thou wilt.” « Cut off thy nofe, and not one drop “Of her bleod fhall be fpilt.? With that the Jord prefently took — A knife within bis hand,. And then kis nofe he quite cut off, In place where he did ftand. } : « Now I have bought my lady’s life,” He to the moor did call: ; fas «“ Then take her,” quoth this wicked rogue, And down he let her fall. c : Which when her gallant lord did fee, His fenfes all did fail; ‘ Yet many fought to fayé'his life, * ? But nothing could prevail. . 7 When as the moor did fee him dead, Then did he laugh amain 3 At them who for their gallant lord ; And lady did complain : ; Quoth he, “ I know you’ll torture me, “If that you can me get, «« But all your threats I do not fear, “ Nor yet regard one whit. « Wild horfes fhall my body tear, “ T know it to be true, « But I'll prevent you of that pain ;” And down himfelf he threw. Too good a death for fuch a wretch, A villain, void of fear! And thus doth end as fada tale, As ever man did hear. 7 CHARMS OF MELODY, . “SIR EN ‘ME DLE. ; ore The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Enghth Language, worth prefer ving—forming a Univerlal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Politica Songs » as well as Old Englith, Irifk, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, 8c. “zc. To which will be added, a complete Index. i a -Deareft Kitty. “Y\EAREST Kitty, kind and fair, . 'Lell.me when, and tell_me where, "Cell thy fond and faithful fwain, When we thus fhall meet again? ‘When? fhall Strephon fendly fee ‘Beauties only found in thee: Kifs thee, prefs thee, fing and play, Ali the happy live long day. Deareft Kitty, Se. All the happy day, ’tis true, Blefs’d but only when with you, Nightly Sirephen fighs alone, ‘Sighs till Hymen makes us one} Teli me then and eafé my pain, Tell thy fond and:faichful {wain, When the prieft fhall kindly join “Kicty’s trembling -hand with mine. — ; Deareft Kitty, See et ee When fir upon your tender Cheek. mY HEN firft upon: your tender cheek ~L faw the morn of beauty break, With mild and chearing beam, ‘ZL bow’d before your infant fhrine, ‘The earlieft fighs you-had were mine, And you my darling theme. “I faw you in that op’ning morn, For beauties boundlefs empire born, And firft confefs’d your {way, ' And e’re your thoughts devoid of art, Could learn the value of a heart, ‘IT gave my heart away. “IT watch’d the dawn of ev’ry grace, And gaz’d upon that angel face, While yet ’twas fafe to gaze; , And fondly blefs’d each rifing charm, Nor thought fuch innocence. could harm, The peace of future days— ce A SEES AAD SY “But now defpotic o’er the plains, The awful noon of beauty reigns, ' And kneeling crouds adore: 'Thefe charms artfe too fiercely bright, ‘Danger and death attend the fight, And I mutt hope no more. Bids me be mytelf again. __ PUBLISHED at N* 10, B When Mirth. an Infant fleeping lay. “SH7 HEN Mirth an infant fleeping lay, To fhield him from the feorching days A vine-branch o’er his face was flung, With many a rip’ning clufter hung, Rich with the ne¢tar bright : ; The neé¢tar, which the heav’ns diftill, 2 “Inftead of dew—the grape to fili, And give the heart delight. The emerald fruit, from fummer beam, Soon caught the ruby’s brilliant gleam: Some bunches fell near Mirth’s full lip, ‘I hefe—thefe he prefs'd-——and learn‘d to fip—= To fip the nectar bright ; : : The nectar, Eon From year to year he quail d the de, And tho’ of ftrength the woods to ftride, ‘He to his vine-bough arbour clung; And fwore he’d befor ever young : To drink the nectar. bright : . ‘The nectar, Fe. Tell me, Delia, charming Fair. ELL me, Delia, charming fair, Why f hope, or why defpair, Why I’m bleft when thou art by, Or when abfent fteals the figh? ‘Eafe my breaft, my doubts remove, ‘Is it friendfhip? is it love? Friendfhip’s privilege I claim, But I fear the lover’s name. ‘Age and fortune both confpire | To fupprefs each fond defire ; Reafon too (but reafon’s vain) Still I firuggle, full purfue, Reftlefs cares, and all for you. Then tell me, Delia, lovely fair? Why I hope. or why defpair! Thou canft each fond doubt remove 3 Is it freedom? is it love? fe 5, EDFORD-ROM, Dublin, “Where the preceding Numbers can be had. _ - ef a ae a See ee YC 8 ee a it ote * 8 , ‘ 3 ‘ ’ . F | “238 THE CHARMS OF MELODY. © , 0” ¥ * at é ; ors % Pas. ' Ye Warblers, while Strephon I moan. y* warblers, while Strephon I moan, To cheer me-your harmony bring, Unlefs fince my fhépherd is gone You choofe like poor Phillis to fing. Each flower declines its fweet head, Nor odours around me will threw, While ev’ry foft lamb on the.mead, Seems kindly to pity my woe. Jack at the Windlafs. QXOME, all.hands, ahoyy+to the,anchor, From friends and relationsto go; Poll blubbers and cries—devil thank her— She’!l foon take another in tow: This breeze like the old one will kick us About on the boifterous main, And one day, if Death does not trick us, Perhaps we may come back again: ’ With a will-ho, then, pull away, jolly boys, At the mercy of fortune we go, We’re in for it, then what a folly, boys, For to be down hearted, yo-ho. Our boatfwain takes care of the rigging, More efpecially when he gets drunk ; The bob-ftays tupply him with fwigging, He the cable cuts up forold junk : The ftudding-fail ferves for a hammock, With the clue-lines he bought him his call, While enfigns and jacks, ina mammoc, He fold, to buy trinkets for Poll. , ith a wril-ko, Ee. Of the purfer, this here'ts the maxim, “Slops, grog, and -provifions, he facks ; How. he’d look, if you was but to ax him, With the captaia’s clerk who ’tis goes inacks? . Oh! he’d find it agipther-guefs flory, That would bringhis bare! back to the cat, . If his majefty’s honor aid glory . Was only juft told about that. With a will-ho, ec. The chaplain’s both holy and godly, _- And fets up for heaven agog : Yet, to. my mind, he looks rather oddly, When he’s fwearing and drinking of grog ~ When he took on his knee’ Betty Bowler, And talk’d of-her beauty and.charms, ~Cry’d I, which is the way.to heav’n now, fir? “Why, youdog” cry’dthe chaplain “ her arms?” ‘With a will-ho, Sc. The gunner’s the devil of a lubber, The carfindo can’: fifth a maft; ' The furgeon’s a lazy land-lubber, The maiter can’t fteer if he’s aft: The lieutenants conceit are all wrapt in, ‘The. mates hardly merit their flip ; ’ Noris there a fwabybut the captain, wey - Knows the ftem from the ftern of the fhip. With a will-ho, 8c. Now ’fore and aft’ having abus’d them, Juft but for my fancy and gig, « Could T find any one that iil-us’d them, D—n me but I'd tickle his wig: Jack never was known for a railer, _ * Pwas fun ev’ry word that I fpokeé nd the fign of a true-hearted {ailor, . re IT ee ae ee or en EEE SS "Experience has alter’d my tale, | a Is to give and to take a good joke. — » For nothing on earth is fo cheering © > . With a-will-ho, 8c." As a bumper of Englith good Ale. | a f { N ; . ; Ws , 'e ke ee: , — 2. f vat sg * ae Pa eee) , i S r ’ Liften to the Voice of Love. . et: my love, thine eyes around, : See the fportive lambkins play, — Nature gaily decks the ground, o Ail in honour of the May. ‘Like the fparrow and the dove, Liiten to the voice of love. “Let us lovevand let us live | a. y | 7 Like the cheerful feafon gay; Banith care, and let ws give ‘Trrbute to the fragrant May; Like the fparrow and the dove . Liften.to the voice of love. — ' ) : We hall be married To-morrow. ¥7 OUNG Wiliot the green is the lad to my mind, For tho’ he is apt to be teazing, Not a fwain in the village, tho’ gentle and kind, Talks of love in a manner fo pleafing : . Lafi night as I rov’d on the banks of the Dee, To be fure my fond lover. muft follow— — He fore’d a fond kifs, and a promife from me, ° : That we fhould be married to-morrow. < I fain would have anfwer'd, indeed “tis too foon,. But the lad was fo fond and endearing, I could not refufe him fo ftmple 2 boon, Wheniall that he crav’d was a hearing : My. hand he fo prefs‘d, that I could not fay no, ‘Or give the fond youth any forrow, I heard him with patience determine it fo, And we fhall beemarried to-morrow. . In the morning the. bells will merrily ring, My. heart with the choughe is delighted ; Nor e’er will I envy a queen or a king,- When I and my love are united: iN ©ur lives thal) be {pent without murmur or all, ° Nor e’er know ‘of trouble or forrow, ‘And then he fhall kifs me as oft’ as he will, For we fhall be married to-morrow. ” ee ae Englifh Ale. "YE mind me? I once was.a failor, "And in different countries I’ve been, If I lie, may I go for.a taylor— But a thoufand fine fights Lhave feen: I’ve been cramm’d with good things like a wallet, And I’ve guazied more drink than a whale, But the very belt uff to my palate, * Is a glafs of your Englith good Ale. \ Your doctors may boaft of their lotions, And ladies may talk of theirtea ; But l-envy them none of their potions, A glats of good lingo for me: The doctor may fneer if he pleafes, But my receipt never will fail, . - For the phyfic that cures all difeafes, Isa bumper of Englith good Ale. When my trade was upon the falt ocean, Why there I had plenty of grog, a”. And I-lik’d it, becaufe I'd a notion ‘ty Ic fets one’s good fpirits agog : ethos But fince upon land I’ve been fleering, —* aN etn eet a yee eT) ge > saw a, ta Rule Batainia, Hs ! == HEN Britain firft.at heav’n’s command, Arofe from out the azure main, This was the charter, the charter of the land, -: And guardian angels fung the ftrain ; Rule Britannia, - ‘ ~~, J. '» Britannia rule the waves, fh - Britains never will We flaves. 4 od The nations, not fo bleft as thee, ©) - Moft in their turns to tyrants fall, While thou fhalt flourith great and, free, mm Lhe dread aad envy of them all. Rule Britannia, Fe: sell more majeftic, thalt eeu rife, i ’More dreadful fram each foreien ftroke ; As the loud blaft that rends the fkies, ag but to root thy native oak. Rule Britannia, Se. Thee haughty tyrants ne‘er fiall tame, All their attempts to bend thee down, Will but arouze thy’ gen’rous flame, But work their” ~woeand thy renown. *. Rule Britannia, fe. "To thee Sa the rural reign, ' . Thy cities fhall with-commerce fhine, ‘All thine fhall be the fubject main, ‘And ev “rydhore i in circles thine. Ra Rule Britannia, Sc. “The mufes. fill wih freedom found, . Shall to thy happy coaits repair, “Bleft ifle! with matchlefs Beare crown’d, And manly hearts to guard: the fair. ‘Rule Bri ttannia, Fc. e -The gentle Swan. HE esi {wan, with graceful pride, ‘Her gloffy plumage | laves, _And failing down the filver tide, Divides theswhilpering waves : ‘The filver tide that w andering flows, Sweet to the bird muft be, i a not fo {weet blithe Cupid knows As Delia i ik me- “A parent bird in ative stood _ On yonder. fruit-tree fung, >And ftill the pendant neft fhe view’d, » ‘That held her feather’d young ; ” Tho’ dear to her-maternal heart _ ‘The genial brood muft be : 4 They’re not fo dear, the thoufandth part, As Delia is to me. ~The rofes that my brows furround, Were natives of the dale, Scarce pluck’d and in a garland bound, - Before the hue grew pale: My vital blood would thus be froze, Uf lucklefs torn from thee; For what the root is to the rofe, My Delia isto me. Two doves I fauna: like new-fall’n fnow, So white the bekkeous pair 5 The birds to Delia I’ bettow, | They’re like her bofom fair: i May they, of our connubial love, A happy omen be; oe fuch fond blifs as turtles prove, ae fhare with me. / \ ° ~ t en a, a, \ THE CHARMS | OF MELODY. — x" With Delia eould I ever eye Wee Delia could 1 ever ftay, Admire, adore her all the day, ' -\ In the fame field our flocks we'll feed, co SAEED SSE RS Mee Bis To the fame ftream our heifers lead, ' What joy when peace and love combine, ‘To make our days unclouded fhine. ‘Teach me, ye Mufes, ev’ry art, More deeply-to engage her heart, I ftrive not to refift my flame, ( I glory in.a captive’s name, Nor would [,if I could, be free, But boaft my ‘hofs of liberty. BAL LY BS. ——— | cee) Colin and Lucy. BY. THOMAS TICKEL, ESQ. F Leinfler, fam’d for maidens fair, Bright Lucy was the grace; “Nor e’er did Liffey’s iimpid ftream Reflect fo fair a face. Till lucklefs love, and pining care Impair’d her oly hue, Per coral lip, and damafk cheek, And eyes of glofify blue. Oh, have you feen a. lily pale, When'beating rains defcend ? So droop’d the flow- -confuming maid ; ‘ Her life now hear its end. Three times) all in the dead of night, A bell was heard to ring; And at her window, fhrieking thrice, The raven flapp'd his wing. ova “Too well the love-lorm maiden knew -The folemn boding found ; And thus, in dying words, befpoke, The virgins weeping round: «“ T hear a voice, you cannot hear, “¢ Which fays, I muft not flay : «J f.> a hand, you cannot fee, er yy. hich beckons me away: € n By.a falfe heart, and broken vows, ~« Tn early youth I die. «’ Am L to blame, becaufe his bride « Ts twice as rich as 1? 66 Ah, Colin! give not her thy vows ; * Vows due to me alone; Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kifs, - « Nor think him all thy own. sé « To-morrow in the church to wed, “ Impatient, both prepare ; But know, fond maid, and know falfe man, «© That Lucy will be there. cé « Then bear my corpfe, ye comrades, dear, “ The bridegroom blithe to meet ; « He in-his wedding-trim fo gay, «Tin my winding-fheet.” f She {poke—fhe dy’d.——Her corfe was borne, The bridegroom blithe to meet ; He in his wedding trim fo gay, She in her winding-fheet. 4 A / i ae SS eo te 240- ' Then what were perjur’d Colin’s thoughts? How were thoefe nuptials kept? The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead, And all the village wept. Confufion, fhame, remorfe, defpair, At once his bofom {well : The damps of death bedew’d his brow, He fhook, he groan’d, he fell. From the vain bride (ah, bride no more) ‘The varying crimfon fled, When, ftretch’d before her rival’s corpfe, She faw her hufband dead ‘Then to his Lucy’s new-made grave, ‘Convey’d by trembling {wains, One mould with her, beneath one fod * For ever now remains. - Oft at their grave the conftant hind And plighted maid are feen ; With garlands gay, and true-love knats . They deck rhe facred green. But, fwain forfworn, whoe’er thou are, This hallow’d {pot forbear ; - Remember Colin’s dreadful fate, And fear to meet him there. “Queen Eleanor. Eleanor, the daughter and heirefs af William Duke of Guienne, and Earl of Poitou, had been married fixteen years to Louis VV. king of France, and had attended him ina croifade, in which that monarch commanded againt{t the infidels; but having loft the affections of her hufbaid, and even fallen under fome fufpicions of gallantry,with a handfomeSaracen, Louis, more delicate than polite; procured a divorce from her, and re- ftored her thofe rich provinces, which by her marriage the had annexed to the crown of France. The young count of Anjou, afterwards Henry TI. king of England, though at that ume but in his nincteenth year, neither difcouraged by the » difparity of age, nor by. the. reports of Elcanor’s gallantry, made fuch fuccefsful courtthip to that princefs, that he mar- ried her fix weeks after her divorce, and get poffeffion of all her dominions as a dowry. A marriage thus founded upon ~“intereft was notdikely to be.very happy: it happened accord- ingly, Eleanor, who had difgufted her firft hufband by ber » gallantries, was no lefs offenfive to her fecond by her jealoufy : thus carrying to extremity, in the different parts of her life, every circumftance of female;weaknels, Shi had feveral fons by Henry, whom fhe fpirited up to.rebel acainft him; and endeavouring to efcape to them in men’s apparel in 1173, the was difcovered and thrown into a confinement, whic ‘ems to have continued till the death of her hufband in 1i/@ She however furvived him many yeats; dying in 1204, 1a the fixth year-of the reign of her fon Fehn, - « - It is needlefs to obferve, that the following ballad is altogether fabulous; whatever gallantries F/eanor encouraged in the time of her firft hufpand, none are imputed to -her.in that,of her fecond. ——__.. eo ee ] UEEN Eleanor was a fick woman, And afraid that fhe would die; Then fhe fent Sor two friars of France To fpeak with her f{peedily. The king cail’d down his nobles all, By one, by two, by three ; * Karl Marfhall, I’ll go thrive the queen, “And thow fhall wend with me.” “ A boon, a boon,” quoth Earl Marfhall,” And fell on his bended knee ; * That whatfoever queen Eleanor fays, “No harm thereof fhali be.” “Til pawn my lands,” the king then cry’d, *« My icepter, crown, and all, ‘ * That whatfoever queen Eleanor fays, “No harm thereof thal] fall, BALLADS ancient ANv MopERN, LEGENDARIES, &c. - 4 © The vileft thing'that e’er I did, “Amen, amen,” quoth Earl Marthal, -** Do you fee yonder little boy, : -« That is Earl Marthall’s eldeft f a ~—— ht eese.!:hllCU ee ee “y ea * * Fike : ¥e ; : << Oe a ‘ “ And Dil put on another ; * And we Layo queen Eleanor gag ly. . . oe 2 ‘“« Like friar and. his brother: *©Do thou put on a friar’s coat, . a “’ Thus both attired, then they go+" When they came unto White-hall, ‘The belf§ did ring, and the quirifter fing, — And the torches did light them all. _ When that they came before the queen ‘I hey fell on their bended knee; ** A boon, a boon, our gracious queen, «That you fent fo. haftily.” « Are you two friars of France,” fhe faid, -“ AsI fuppofe you be? | “ But if you are two Englith friars “ You fhall-hang on the gallows tree.” “ We are two friars of France,” they faid, “« As you fuppofe we be, » ‘¢ We have not been at.any mafs, “« Since we came fr@m the fea.” “ The firft thing that eer I did, ~ “ T will to you unfold; ** Karl Marfhall had my maidenhead, ‘¢ Beneath this cloth of gold.” st That’s vile fin,” then faid the king,’ “* May God forgive it thee !” “« Amen, amen,” quoth Earl Marfhall, With a heavy heart {poke he. : “To you Ill not deny ; I made a box of poifon ftrong, “To poifon King Henry.” s * 'That’s viléfin,” then faid the king, “ May God forgive it thee!” ~~ * Amen, amen,” quoih Earl: Marfhall, “ And I with it fomay be.” oe - « The next vile thing that e'es I'did, - * To-you Lwill ditcover. a Re | “IT poifoned fair-Rolamond, ~~ “ All in fair W oodftock she « That’s-vile fin,” thendfaid the king, ‘“. May God forgive tt thee !” “« And I wath it fo-may be.” cr « A tofiing of the ball? « And I dove him the bef of all. | ee ne ee * Do you fee yonder little bay, ” « A catching of the ball? | “ That is King Henry's youngeft fon, on “ And I love him the worit of all. s His head is fafhion’d like a bull, ‘* Wis nofe is like a boar.” There native good humour and virtue refide, Pray heaven, that virtue thy foul may fupply With compaffion for him, who without theemuft die No Flow’r that blows. %1O flow’r that blows Is like this rofe, % ‘Or featters fuch perfume, Upon my breat, Ah! gently reft, And ever, ever bloom. Dear pledge to prove A> parent’s love, A pleafing gift thou art, Come, fweeteft flow’r, And from this hour, Live henceforth in my heart. _- : PUBLISHED at N°: 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dubin, Where the preceding Numbers can be had. 4 eee ee Se ee ie. | Patrick O'Neal. Yx fons of Hibernia, who, fnug on dry land, Round your fmoaking turf fires and whifkey in hand Drink Caid-mella-faltaruh, and ne’er think of the boys Who are fighting your battles thro’ tempeft and noile, Attend to my ditty-—’tis true, I declare, Such fwimming and finking would make you all ftare, For ftorms, f{quibs and crackers have fing’dat my tail . Since the prefs-gang laid hold on poor’ Patrick O'Neal. : °Twas the firft day of April, I fet-off, like a fool," From Kilkenny to Dublin to fee Laurence Tool, My mother’s third coufin,who oft had wrote down, And begg’dI’d come fee how he flourifh’d m town; But I fearce had fet foot in this terrible place, *Wre I ‘met with a fharper who fwore to my face; He beckon’d a prefs-gang, who came without fail, Aid neck and heels dragg’d off poor PatrickO’Neal Then they fcamper’d away, as they faid,with a prize, (For they thought mea failor, run off in difguife) But a terrible blunder they made with their ftrife, For I’d ne’er feen a fhip or the fea in my life: Away to a tender they told me to fteer, But of tendernefs, devil a morfel was there ; O! L roar’d aud I curs’d, tho’ it. did not avail ; They down in the cellar crammd Patrick O’Neal. We fet fail from Dublin the very next day, I was half ftarv’d and fea-fick the reft of the way. 5 Not a mile-ftqne I faw, nor a houfe, nor a bed, *Twas all water and fky till we came to Spithead, ‘Then they call’d up all hands— hands and feet foon obey’d, O, I with’d myfelf home cutting turf witha fpade; - the firft thing I faw made my courage to fail, “Twas a great floating cafile for Patrick O’Neal. This huge wooden world roll’d about on the tide, Anda large row of teeth fluck faft in each fide 5 They put out a boat, and they told me to keep ‘Faft hold with my trotters, for fear I fhould flip ; I let go my hands to ftick faft by my toes, The fhip gave a roll and away my head goes, DP plung’d in the water, and dath’d like.a whale, Till with boat-hooks they fifh’d up poor Patrick O'Neal. | *Midft fhouts, jefts and lau ghter, they hoifted me mn To this huge wooden world full of riot and din ; Such ropes and fuch pullies, fuch fights met my eye, And fo large were the fheets that they hung up to dry : _ I thought itNoah’s ark, fiuff’d full of-queer guefis, Hogs, pedlars, geefe, failors, and all other bealts; “Some drank bladders of gin, fome drank pitchers of ale, And they fung, curs’d and laugh’d at poor Patrick O’Neal. All confounded with bother I began to look queer, “When the boat{wain’s fhrill pipe made all hands to appear, ‘ - Up the ropes like to monkies, they running did fwear, Then like gibbets and:repe dancers fwung in the air: They ciapt flicksina captiern, as I afrerwards found, The chap fit and fif’d as they turned him round, Lhe fhip run her anchor, {pread her wings and fet : fail With a freight oflive lumber, and Patrick O'Neal. w te . _ Iwas put ina mefs with fome more ¢ gav _ For a bed they’d a fack, hung as Then co go 4 below I expreft ere they live under water like fo And it being banyan-day they gave me burgue : high as my chin, They call’d it a hammock, and bade me get in, _ I laid hold, took a leap, but my foot being frail, — It fwang me clean aver!—poor Patrick O'Neal. With fome help I got in, where I rocked all night, The Way broke my reft with a terrible fright; ’ . © Up hammocks, down chefts” was cry’d from all parts, y= 4 “ There’e a French fhip im fight !”—up and down — ’ went my heart ! : Toa gun I was ftation’d, they cry’d with an oath, To pull off his breeches, unmuzzle his mouth, They took off the apromthat cover d his tail, Arid the ledding- firings gave to poor Patrick O'Neal. _ Our thick window fhutters we pull’d up with fpeed, — ‘And we run out our bull-dogs of true Englifh breed ; The captain cry’d “ England and Ireland; my boys,” When he mention’d Old Ireland, my heart made a noife | ‘ Gur {weet little guns did the Frenchmen defy, _Weclapt fire on his back and tid him let fly; His voice made me leap, tho’ I’d hold of his tail, ‘The beait then flew back and threw Patrick O'Neal Then we lecher’d away, by my fhou], hob and nob, | *Till the Frenchmen gave up what they thought a bad job; : ‘Then to tie him behind, a long cord they did bring, And we led him along like a pig in a firing! | So home to Old England we le the French boy; O the fight of the land made me fea-fick with joy; ‘They made a new peace when the war was too fiale, _ And fet all hands adrift, and poor Patrick O"Neal. Now fafe on dry land a caroufing I'll fleet; “Wor cat-head, nor-cat-block, nor boat{wain’s-cat * (fea . + While there’s thot in the locker I’li fing.and:be bound a eee ‘That Saturday night fhall laft all the year round: But fhould peace grow- too fleepy, and’ war come again, | By the piper of Leinfter I'll yenture again Returning I’ll bring you, good folks, a freth tale, ‘ That you'll cry tiil you laugh at poor Patrick G Neal. ig ‘Hymn to Eve. 3 Hew chearful along the-gay mead . A The daify and-cowllip appear, : The flocks as they carelefsly feed, j Rejoice in the {pring of the,year. 3 The myrtles that fhade the. gay bow’rs, The herbage that fprings from the fod, Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and fweet fow’rs, - AH raife to the praife of my Gop. 7 Shall man, the great mafter of al, © ‘The only infenfible prove? Sa Forbid it, fair gratitude’s call, Forbid it, dewotion and love! i ‘Thee, Lorp, fio fuch wonders couldft raife, And ftill can deftroy with a nod, Le “My lips fhall.iaceffantly praife, , a ‘My foul fhall be wrapt.in my Gop. vith ta ae en * at ver MRC SOMPT Lap Orr pene) ym? NPNPRPR PLATED SEI E roy yeas? oe Ore RD Ube weed “ t - } ' / é \ “a ¥ es 4 “oe ) Ni i % ae OHARMS OF MELODY, | Alloa Houfe. al a “The Bird. EP fein time Betuehsg and:cloaths the green BRN HE dae a henet vey ee | pep plains, s Ona - And Alloa fhines more chearfhl ad gay, oe By EAN neh RF, ‘The ae his throat and the ere VOETIVe . . The tender mother knows no joy, - Sing merrily und me wherever I ftra Bat eee thealahd RAW : But Sandy no more returns to my view 5 Bnd ROR Mme Oph Ut aide Me pore 3 When abient from her-arms. No {pring time me chears, no mufic can hapa; ‘He’s gone, and'I fear me, for ever, adieu, . | *Such fondnefs, with impatience join’d, Adieu ev’ry pleafure this bofom.can warm. My faithful bofom fires; ae ; ; Now fore’d to leave my fair behind, +O Alloa Houfe! how much art thou chang’d! © The queen of my defires : How filent, how dull to me is each grove ! | The pow’rs of verfe too languid prove, ‘Alone There wander where once we both rang’d! All fimilies are vain, Alas! where to pleafe me my Sandy once ftrove! _ To thew how ardently I love, ‘Here Sandy I heard the tales that you told, Or to relieve my pain. ‘ Here liftened, too fond, whenever you fung : : Am grown. es fair, sien, that-you are'turn’d cold, Or foolith believ’d I a falfe flatt’ring ton gue? The faint with fervent zeal infpir’d; For heav’n and joy divine ; The faint is not with rapture fir'd, “More pure, more warm than mine: «So fpoke the fair maid, ey fotcnae! s keen.pain, I take what liberty: I dare . . And fhame, her Jatt fault’ ring accents fuppreft ; *T were impious to fay: acres ui! ae fate at as moment br inane back her Gear Convey my longings to the fair, | {wain, ‘The goddefs I adore. Who hee’ and, ich rapture; his Nelly addreft. 7 My, Nelly, my fair, I come, oh, my love, “No pow’r thall e’er tear thee again from my arms . © And, Nelly! no more thy fond fhepherd reprove, « Who knows thy. fair worth, and adores all thy charms.” ’ Emma’s Plaint. Care zephyr, tho’ *midft rofe-buds playing, Or o’er the fragrant meadows ftraying, . W aft tidings of my abfent fwain; Whether in woodlands wild a rover, Or to jome village maid a lover, Soon, foon relieve fad Emma’s pain: Bat, oh! if death has {natch’d his breath, Ah, whifper, Where lies his grave in vale or plain. » She heard, sougieot yoy fhot tne? her foft’ frames «& And will you, my love! be true,’’ fhe reply’ a ~« And live L to meet my fond fhepherd the fame ! ! « Or dreain f thatSandy will make me his bride?” Oh, Nelly! T live to find thee fill kind ; ; ps Scill ane to thy fwain, and lovely as true : -«¢ Then adieu to all forrow; what foul is fo blind |: “© As not‘to live happy for ever with you ?” How oft’ my Henry, all endearing, nek Oy ua runaiiae sins Has charm’d my ear, all fondly hearing?’ While on he view’d the inconftant main, He bade adieu, he faw my forrow, And cry’d, “ Vil haften back to-morrow,” - “Yet he, alas! came-not again. But, oh ! if death, Ce. No Harm in that. HEN eke. were cold, and-tain, and eee, ’ But Emma there—no mortal knowing, ‘ Full hard againft the window Beats ; With filent ftep and eye o’erflowing, nae ’Then many a long and weary mile, ay ak At eve will fteal to vent her. pains re “My lover travell’d to behold me, paces Till from her grief each nerve exhaufting, ae s His toil repaid to fee me {mile, _ And fweetly im his arms enfold me 5 ae thro’ the night we’d fit and chat; las! there. was no harm in that. oPall her poor tender heart-ftrings buriting, he dies to join her clay-cold fwain: ‘Then, oh ! tf death, See How fucee his words whene’er ‘he fpoke, : But, oh! when he his pafiion broke, a Upon his lips the falt’ring tale _ More grace receiv’d from his confufion, And now by turns his cheek look’d pale, Or crimfon’d o’er with mild fuffution, ‘Our beating hearts"went pits -a-pat 5 Alas! there was no harm in that. 7 BALLAD. : THe Lady-turn’d Serving-man. Nate) “OU ‘beaureous Tadi: b, great and {mall, I writé unto you @ne and all, Whereby that you may; twrifeftand What ft have fufférad in this land. »Another now he blifs muft prove, ‘Tho’ we fo oft have {worn to love; "Oh! cruelty—my heart will bseak, (il hie me to fome fhade for faker, . jAnd only of my love I'll fpeak, I was by oy ai lady fair, And prove'my faith an d truth unthaken: An antieni barod’s’only heir, Tl wander where we oft have fat 5 And when my go ood. old father dy*d, i Sure there will be no harm in: that. Then becainy a young knight's pride. , ‘ 4 \ : & ) Whe oot » And feeing me weep a] a —_. _—”)hC~C~«T 7 ss ; oo 4 ‘ b as | "BALLADS sxsw 1 AND MODERN, 1, LEGENDARIES, Be ; ’ ‘ * a Te A ee a And then my love built me a bower, . And meeting with a lady's veft Bedeck’d with many a fragrant flower; Within the fame myfelf I dreft, A braver bower you ne’er did fee ‘Than my true-love did build for me. Ané6 there I liv’d a lady gay, . Till fertune wrought our love’s decay ¢ For there came foes, fo fierce a band, That foon they over-ran the land. ‘They came upon us in the night, And burnt-my bower, and flew my knight ; And trembling hid in man’s array, I fearce with life efcap’d away. In midft of this extremity, My fervants all did from me flee : Thus was I left myfelf alone, ‘With heart more cold than any ftone. Yettho’ my heart was full of care, Heav’n would not leave me to defpair, Wherefore in hafte I chang’d my name From fair Elife, to fweet William : And therewithall T cut my hair, Refolv’d my man’s attire to wear; And in my beaver, hofe,:and bandy 1 trayvell’d far thro’ many.a land. At length all weary‘d with my toil, i fate me downto reft awhile ; My heart it was fo fill’d with woe, That down my cheeks the tears did flow. “Tt chanc’d the king of that fame place, With all his lords a hunting was, , upon the fame Afk’d who I was, “ane whence I came. Then to his grace I did reply, I am a poor and friendlefs boy, Tho’ nobly born, now forc’d to be A ferving man of low degree. » ‘ Stand up, fair youth,” the king g teply* ‘d, ** For thee a fervice [ll provide, «‘ But tell me firft what thou canfi do, » ** Thou fhalt be fitted thereunto. <‘ Wilt thou be ufher of my hall, «To wait upon my nobles all? — “ Or be the tapfter of my wine, «« To “tend on.me when I fhall dine? “ Or wilt thou be my chamberlain, «¢ About my perfon to remain? * Or wilt thou be one of my guard, * And I will give thee great reward ? « Chufe, gentle youth,” he faid, «* thy place.” Then I reply’d, if’t pleale your grace, To thew fuch favour unto me, "Your chamberlain I fain would be. The king thentmiling gave confent, Aand firaight-way to his court I went; Where I behav’d fo faithfully, That he great favour fhew’d to me. Now mark what fortune did provide : The king he would a hunung ride With all his lords and noble train, Sweet William muit at home remain, Thus being left alone belrind, My former ftate came to my maf, ° I wept to fee my man’s array, No Jonger now a lady gay. ‘ With filken robes, and jewels rare, I deckt me asa lady fait. And taking up a lute, siralieres Upon the fame I ftrove to play, And {weetly to the fame did fing, Ass. made beth hall and chamber ring +. *¢ My father was as brave a lord, “ As ever Europe did afford ; “ My mother was a lady bright, “ My hufband was a valiant knight: «© And I myfelf a lady gay, - “ Bedeckt with gorgeous rich array ; “ The happieft lady in the land, ‘+ Had not more pleadure at command. “ J had my mufic ev'ry day «« Harmonious leffons for to plays “ T had my virgins fair and free, “ Continu’lly to wait on me. ‘ « But now, alas! my hufband’s dead, * And all my friends are from me fied, “ My former days are paft and gone, « And I am now a ferving-man.” And heaving many a tender figh, As thinking no one then was nigh, +> In penfive mood I laid me low, My heart was full, the tears uc flow. The ae who had a een gone, : Grew weary of his {port anen, And leaving all his gallant: train, Turn’d on the fudden home again: * And when he reach’d his ftately tower, Hearing one fing within his bower, | He ftopt to liften, and to fee Who fung there fo melodioufly. Thus heard he ev’ry word I faid, And faw the pearly tears I fhed, And found to his amazement-there, Sweet.William was a lady fair. Then ftepping in, “ fair lady, rife, “ And dry,” faid he “ thofe lovely eyes, “ For [-have heard thy mournful tale, “The which dhall turn to thy.avail.” A crimfon dye my face o "erfpread, I blufh’d for fhame, and hung my head, To find my fex and-ftory known, When as 1 thought [ was alone. But to be brief, his royal grace- Grew. fo enamour’d of my face, _ The -richeft gifts he proffer’d me, If that his mifirefs I would be. Ah! no, my liege, I firmly faid, ‘ I’d rather in my grave be laid, And tho’ your grace hath won my heart, I ne’er will a& fo bafe a parts “ Fair lady, pardon me,’ * faid he, “Thy virtue dhall rewarded be, ** And fince it is fo ) fairly try’d, “ Thou fal! become my royal bride.” Then ftraight to end his am’rous firife, ‘He took fweet William to his wife; ” The like before was never ieen, ‘\ A derving-man become.a queen. . ST REN (MED L EY. ) One Daren a eee CO ate oO es See ee The Planvof the Publifher is to embody ia one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Enelith Language 5 er forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englith > Trith and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. The Card invites. HE card invites, in crouds we fly, ‘Yo join the jovial routfull cry, What joy from cares and plagues all day, To hye tothe midnight hark away.” Nor want, nor pain, nor grief, nor care, ‘Nor dronifh bufbands enter there, Pr he brifk, the bold, the young, the gay, “All hye to the midnight hark away. Uncounted firikes the morning clock, And-drowfy watchmen idly knock ; “Till day-light peeps we fport and play, ‘And roar to the jolly‘hark away: “When tir’d with fport to bed we creep, ‘And kill the tedious day with fleep, To-morrow’s welcome call obey, “And again to the midnight hark away. . Garrick. The Dundee Lafiie. CANNA hike ye, gentle fir, ; Altho’ a laird ye be, I like a bonny Scottith lad Wha brought me from Dundee. Had awa’ wi’ Jamie, Awa’ wi’ Jamie o’er the lea, I gae’d alang wi’ free gude will, ‘He’s a’ the world to me. - le gang wi’ Jamie frae Dundee, To chear the lonefome way, His cheeks are ruddy o’er wi’ health, He’s frolic as the May. Had awa’, cs The lay’rock mounts to ail the morn, ) The lint-white {wells her throat, But neither are fae f{weet, fae clear, As Jamie’s tunefu’ note. Had awa’, Se ’ PUBLISHED at N° 10, REDFORD-ROW, Dublin. | car ge Where the preceding Numbers can be had. : / To which 'will be added, a complete Index. Gently touch the warbling Lyre. Ces TLY touch the warbling lyre, Chloe feems inclin’d to reft, Fill her foul with fond defire, Softeft notes will footh her breaft, Pleafing dreams affect in love, Let them all propitious prove. On the moffy bank fhe lies, Nature’s verdant velvet bed, Beauteous flowrtets meet her eyes, Forming pillows for her head, Zephyrs waft their odours round, And indulging whifpers found. Parody on the above. ENTLY ftir and blow the fire, Lay the mutton down to roatt ; Get me, quick, tis my defire, In the dripping-pan a toait, That my hunger may remove; Mutton is the meat I love. ‘ On the dreffer fee it lies ; O the charming white and red! Finer meat ne'er met’ my eyes, On the fweeteft grafs it fed: Swiftly make the jack go round, Let me have it nicely brown’d. On the table fpread the cloth, Let the knives be fharp and clean ; Pickles get of ev'ry fort, And a fallad crifp and green : With fmall-beer, and fparkling wine, O, ye gods! how I fhall dine! ' Love’s the Tyrant of the Heart. Sung in ¢ King Henry the Eighth.’ eee the tyrant of the heart, Full of mifchief, full of woe ; All his joys are mix’d with fmart, Thorns beneath his rofes grow; And, ferpent like, he flings the breaft Where he’s harbour’d and carefs-d. cc eae! ee eummmmanmmenaereeel ‘ se 2: “—— —_ — Te =" _— go ae “a. ee a 2.46 Daddy Neptune.. tos Neptune, one day, To Freedom did fay, “ If ever I live upon dry land, «(The fpot I fhould hit on, “ Would be little Britain,” Says Freedom, “ why that’s my own ifland. «© ?Ts a nice little ifland, «°Tis a tight little, right little ifland. Julius Cacfar, the Roman, _ Who yielded to no man, Came by water, he could not come by land, And Dane, Pi&t, and Saxon, Their homes turn’d their backs on, And all for the fake of the ifland. Oh! it’s a nice little ifland, °Tis a right little, tight little iflana. Then, another great war-man, Call’d Billy, the Norman, Cry’d, “ hang it, I.don’t much like my land, “Tt would fure be more handy “To leave this Normandy, « And go to this beautiful ifland. «« Shan’t we go and vifit this ifland ? “ The right little, tight little ifland.” Then, fays Harold the king, As hiftories fing, « While I live, it fhall never be thy land;” | So he dy’d I well wot, Becaufe he was fhot In bravely defending the ifland, Poor Harold, the king of the ifland, Like a Briton he dy’d for his ifland. Yet ’twas partly deceit Help’d the Normans to beat, Of traitors they manag’d to buy land; By Dane, Saxon, or Pid We had never been lick’d, Had we ftuck to the king of the ifland. Then let us ftand firm to the ifland, The right little, tight little ifland. The Spanifh Armadas’ Set out to invade us, And {wore that if e’er they came nigh land, They could not do lets - Than hang poor Queen Befs, And kick up a duft in the ifland. Oh! the poor Queen of the ifland, The Dons would have plunder’d the ifland. Thofe proud, puff’d up rakes, Thought to make ducks and drakes OF our wealth, but before they could fpy land, Our Drake had the luck To make their pride‘duck, And ftoop to the boys of the ifland. Huzza, for the tars of the ifland, * Of the right little, tight little ifland. Now I don’t wonder much, That the French and the Dutch, Pave oft fince been tempted to try land, And I wonder much lefs They have met no fuccefs, Por why fhould we give ’em the ifland; Pray an’t it our own little ifland? A nice little, tight little ifland. THE CHARMS OF MELODY. a ee i Se Screed epicenter ech AS oO LL N ee 7 ao a EE OE a 2 EE TL RR ea — et ‘ — Ve. ar a Then as Freedom and Neptune, Have hitherto kept tune, : In each finging, “this fhall be my land” . Let the Army of England, ; Or all they can bring, land, We'll fhew ‘em fome play for the ifland. Oh, how we will fight for the ifland, The right little, tight little ifland4 The monftrous Great Nation, With great botheration, Would vapour o’er lowland and highland, May our Wel/on be bleft, y Who has lower’d their creft, And taught them refpeé for the ifland. Oh! ’tis a nice Nttle ifland, A tight little, right little ifland. Now they all have the hip, And at fea fearce a fhip, . Let em go and build more upon dry land, = * While our conquefts increafe, Till the bleflings of peace Shall glad ev’ry heart in the ifland. Oh! it’s a nice little ifland, - A right little, tight little ifland. Were I to choofe the greateft Blilfs. W ERE I to choofe the greateft blifs, That e’er in love was known, . *T would be the higheft of my with : i T’enjoy your heart alone. . Kings might poffefs their kingdoms free, And crowns unenvy’d wear, . They fhould no rival have of me, Might I reign monarch there. The Man who with a gentle Heart. In imitation of Horace. Lib. 1. Ode 22. HE man who with a gentle heart, In life ferene fteals thro’ his part, Needs not the villain’s bufy art, - To pile his gold on gold ; <- Which, tho’ fecur’d in iron chest, 4 Sull burns within his tortur’d breaft, By day and night exiling reft From him whofe mind is fold. Domeftic bleffings he fhall find, Below the roof that keeps out wind, And all the weather’s harm. a The fpear that glows in honour’s field, 4 The fword that fkilful warriors wield, a Nor yet Achilles’ high wrought fhield, Yall Need he with fuch to arm. ~ ; ; If he can boaft a quiet mind, / 4 Place me far diltant from thofe plains, Where ftands no cot, where pipe no fwains, Where blow;bleak winds, where fall the rains, And breathes a dangerous air; Place me, oh, Bacchus, near fome cafk, For ever forc’d to fill my flafk, With pleafure I’ll renew my tafk, And blefs my daily care. The T ankard oe Ale, NOT drunk, nor yet fober, but brother to both, 1 J met a young man upon Aylefbury vale, I faw by his face That he was in good cafe, To come and take fhare of a tankard of ale. The hedger who works in the ditches all-day, And labours fo very hard at the plough-tail, ; He'll talk of great things, About princes and kings, When once he fhakes hands with a tankard of ale. The beggar whofe portion is always his prayers, Not having a tatter to hang on his tail, Is as rich in his rags As the churl im his bags, | When once he thakes hands with a tankard of ale. The widow that bury’d her hufband of late, She’s fearcely forgotten to weep or to wail, | But thinks ev'ry day ten Till fhe’s marry’d again, _ When once the fhakes hands with a tankard of ale. - The old parifh vicar, when he’s in his liquor, Will merrily at his parifhioners rail, “« Come, pay all your tithes, «© Or I’ll kifs all your wives,” When once he fhakes hands with a tankard of ale.. The old parifh clerk, with his eyes in the dark, And letters fo fmall that he fcarcely can tell, He'll read ev’ry letter, And fing the pfalm better, When once he fhakes hands with a tankard of ale. If wrangling or jangling, or any fuch ftrife, Of any things elfe that may happen to fail, From words turn to blows, And a fharp bloody nofe, ‘We're friends again over a tankard of ale. - Kiffes make Men loth to go. Y love bound me with a kifs, That I fhould no longer ftay, When I felt fo fweet a blifs, I had lefs pow’r to part away. Alas! that women do not know, Kiffes make men loth tO. 20. Yet the knows it, wot I well ; For I heard when Venus’ dove In her ear did foftly tell, That kiffes were the feals of love ; Oh! mufe not then tho’ it be fo, That kiffes make men loth to go. - Wherefore thus did fhe inflame My defires, and heat my blood, So’ fkantilie to quench the fame, And ftarve whom fhe had given food? Alas! for common fence can fhew, Kiffes make men loth to go. Had fhe bad me’go at firft, \ It would not have griev’d my heart Hope delay’d had been the wortt, \ But, ah! to kifs and then to part! \ ~ How deep it ftruck, {peak gods, you know, Kiffes make men loth to go. | ‘THE CHARMS OF MELODY. (nay While frequent on Tweed. HILE frequent on Tweed and on Tay, Their harps all the mufes have ftrung, Should a river more limpid than they, " ‘Lhe wood-fringed Efk flow unfung; While Nelly and Nancy infpire The poet with paftoral ftrains, Why filent the voice of the lyre, On Mary, the pride of the plains? Oh! Nature’s mofi bounerat bloom, May flourifh unfeen and unknown, - - And the fhadows of folitude gloom, ‘. A form that might fhine on a throne, Through the wildernefs bloffoms the rofe In fweetnefs, retir’d from the fight, And Philomel warbles her woes, ae ta Alone to the ear of the night. mi How often the beauty is hid, Amid fhades that her triumph deny, How often the hero forbid, From the path that condudts to the fky A Helen has pin’d in the grove, A Homer has wanted his name, Unfeen in the circle of love, Unknown to the temple of fame. Yet let us walk forth to the ftream, Where poet ne’er wander’d before, Enamour’d of Mary’s {weet name, How the echoes will {pread to the fhoret If the voice of the mufe be divine, Thy. beauties fhall live in my lay, While reflecting the foreft fo fine, Sweet Efk o’er the vallies fhall ftray. Wind, gentle Evergreen. | IND, gentle Evergreen, to form a fhade Around the tomb where Sophocles is laid. Sweet Ivy wind thy boughs and intertwine With blufhing rofes and the cluit’ring vine. Thus will thy lafting leaves, with beauties hung, Prove grateful emblems of the lays he fung. BALLAD. - ——— aes) The London ’Prentice. The following ballad relates to a noble piece of chivalry per- formed in queen Elizabeth's days, and therefore claims a place here; though it muft be acknowledged we have not been able to difcover who the hero was, nor any accowat of the fas om which the ballad is founded, © a worthy London ’prentice My purpofe is to {peak, And tell his brave adventures -Done for. his country’s fake; Seek all the world about And you fhall hardly find A man in valour to exceed This gallant ‘prentice mind. He was born in Chefhire, The chief of men was he, From thence brought up to London, A ’prentice for to be; A merchant on the bridge Did like his fervice fo, That for three years his factor, To Turkey he fhould go. ys BALLADS ancient. 948 ' And in that famous country One year he had not been, Ere he by tilt maintained . _ The honour of his queen, , * Elizabeth, his princefs, He nably did make known, P To be the phoenix of the world, And none but her alone. In. armour richly gilded, Well mounted on a fteed, /. A feore of knights moft hardy Oy One day*he made to bleed: .. And brought them all unto the ground, | ‘Who,prowdly did deny Elizabeth to be the pearl : Of princely majefty. The king of that fame country "Bhereat began to frown, And will’d his fon, there prefent, To pull this youngfter down ; ~ , Who at his father’s’ words Thefe boaiting fpeeches faid, «Thou art a traytor, Englifh boy, ‘« And haft the traytor play’d.” ' “« Thy fpeeches I defy, For which I'll be revenged “ Upon thee by and by; a « A London ’prentice ftill : ‘* Shall prove as good a man, « As any. of your Turkith knights, . “ Do all the beft you can.” nr 3 “© IT am no boy, nor traytor, k _ And therewithal he gave him A box upon the ear, Which broke his neck afunder, . As plainly doth appear. _ ‘# Now, know, proud Turk,” quoth he, re « Tam no Englifk ‘boy, ie -& That can with one fmall box o’th’ ear t « The prince of Turks deftroy.” _ When as the king perceived His fon fo ftrangely flain, His foul was fore afflicted Y With more than mortal pains . And in revenge thereof, He fwore that he fhould die The cruel’f death that ever man - Beheld with mortal eye. Two lions were prepared ~, This ’prentice to devour, ‘i Near famifh’d up with hunger, , Ten days within the tower, To make them far more fierce, And eager for their prey, To glut themfelves with human gore, Upon this dreadful day. . The appointed time of torment, At length grew nigh at hand, ‘When all the noble ladies And barons of the land, .. Attended on the king, To fee this ’prentice flain, _ And bury’d in the hungry maws 52 yt ioe fierce lions twain. — D MODERN, be nie : yr - ay S LEGENDARIES, ; an band, e", Ae ' \ a BYP rv Nt) ga a . os oF Se ¢ * na ; sna Then in his fhirt of cambrick, Sees “x With filks moft richly wrought, A ‘This worthy London’prentice = 88 *§ st Was from the prifon brought, ees And to the lions given To ftanch their hunger great, Which had eat in ten days {pace / Not one {mall bit of meat. But Gon that knows all fecrets, The matter fo contriv’d, That by this young man’s valour They were of life depriv’d ; For being faint for food, They fearcely could withftand The noble force and fortitude, And courage of his hand: For when the hungry lions Had caft on him their eyes, The elements did thunder With echo of their cries : » And running all amain , His body tomievour,.. Into their th¥oats he thruft his arms, bh With all his might.and power: : 2 From thence by manly valour, Their hearts he tore in funder, And at the king he threw them, To all the people’s wonder. “ This.I have done,” quoth he, | “For lovely England’s fake, “ And for my country’s maiden queen “ Much more will.undertake.” But when the king perceived His wrathful lion’s hearts, Affli&ed with great terror, His rigour foon perverts, And turned all his hate ’ hid Va Bint 9 Into remorfe and love, ; And faid, “itis fome angel , — é «Sent down from heav’n.above.”- § = ‘No, no, I am no angel,” a . | The courteous young man faid, (4. eee « But born in famous England, | ‘ ; Where Gon’s word is obey’d; “Js a Affifted by the heavens, : | Who did me thus. befriend, Or elfe they had moft cruelly. tikes yi oie j Brought here my life to end. veg The king, in heart amazed, Lift up his eyes to heaven, fee And for his foul offences et ee ee Did crave to be forgiven; oy Believing that no land Like England may be feen, No people better govern’d, a i By virtue of a queen. So taking up this young man, | He pardon’d him his life, And gave his daughter to him, To be his wedded wife: Where then they did remain, And live in quiet peace, afi bree ae In {pending of ees esa days rae aa In joy and love’s increafe. % “ , ‘ i ’ ™ 5 + yo % ig! , 5. One Penny. - =. CHARMS OF MELODY, OR * She M EDL EY. u The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englifh Language, worth preferving—forming a Univerlal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political Sengs; as well as Old Englifh, Irith, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. The Lily of the Vale. HE fragrant lily of-the vale, So elegantly fair, Whole fweets perfume the fanning gale, To Chloe I compare; What tho’ on earth it lowly grows, And ftrives its head to hide, . Its fweetnefs far outvies the rofe, | To which will be added, a complete Index, Behold the mighty Bowl. HERE, there behold the mighty bowl, Now I'll quench my thirfty foul, Richeft fragrance flows around, Ali our cares fhall here be drown’d. Hail, great Bacchus, pow’r divine, Thefe and fuch like gifts are thine, © Of thy praife our fong fhall be, That flaunts with fo much pride. While we thus are bleft by thee. The coftly tulip owes its hue mee a a a _ To many a gaudy ftain, In this we es the virgin white | By the Stream fo cool. Of innocence remain: Y the flream fo cool and clear, : See, how tie curious florift’s hand And thro’ the caves where breezes languifh, — _ Uprears its humble head, . Soothing ftill my tender anguifh, And to preferve the charming flow’r, Hoping ftill to find my lover, Tranfplants it to his bed. I have wander’d far and near, ; \ Oh, where fhall I the youth difcover ? - There while it fheds its fweets around, S] hes } r How fhines each modeft grace cops 26 breezy fhade, ; : ery Ye rocks, with mofs and ivy waving Enraptur’d how its owner ftands ? nee 5} Bi ee. h Id 4 lavi ; To view its lovely face! On fome bank where OY Sev ; Murmur thro’ the twifted willow ; But pray my, Chloe, now obferve A ) Been! : On the bank, oh, were I laid The inf’rence of my tale: 4 ag ane . : y How foft fhould be my lover’s pillow ! ‘May I the Florift be, and thou ou : x, P The Lily of the Vale. , sees My fond Shepherds. ML fond fhepherds of late were fo bleft, Oh, how fleeting. Their fair nymphs were fo happy and gay, ace. That each night they went fafely to reit, And they merrily fung thro’ the day. H, how fleeting are the joys But, ah! what a fcene muft appear, Wretched mortals fondly boaft, Muft the fweet rural paftimes be o'er? Ev’ry pleafure Care annoys, Shall the: tabor no more ftrike the ear ? Scarcely tafled e’er “ris loft. Shall the dance on the green be no more? Still betray’d by Fortune’s wiles, ~ Muft the flocks from their paftures be led, | ‘Tho’ we know her infincere; - Muft the herds go wild fraying abroad? ' By experience taught fhe {miles, Shall the looms be all ftopt in each fhed, But to frown the more tevere: And the fhips be all moor’d in the road? Mutt the arts be all fcatter’d around, a Trufting to his faithlefs guide, And all commerce grow fick of her tide? - Reafon’s ever led aftray; Muft.religion expire on the ground? ix Thus lite’s precious moments glide, And fhall virtue fink down by her fide? Fool’d by hope from day to days Matlete oe - PUBLISHED at NO, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublig, 9 i - Where the preceding Numbers can be had. ° . | | " ei didn Ree eb connie SARS A oe Mian So ale - , : | ae Wi ine does Wonders. ; ; We, does wonders ev'ry day, Maes the heayy light ana d gay; ‘Throws off all their melancholy _ Makes the witeft go aftray, x And the butr. toy and play, And the poor and needy, jolly. ‘* Wine inakes trembling cowards bold, Men in years forget they’re old, > Women leave their coy difdaining, a) Who, till then, were fhy and cold ; | \ Makes a niggard flight his gold, And the foppith entertaining. Wine’s a Miftrefs gay and eafy. \ X y INE’s a titeai gay and eafy, Ever free to give delight Let what may perplex and te aze ye *Tis the bottle fers all right. Who would leave a lafling treafure, To embrace a childith pleafure, Which foon as tafted takes its flight ? SS OQ eee lee. UL le - Pierce the cafk of gen’rous claret, Rouze your hearts, e’er ‘tis too late; . Fill the goblet, never {pare i it. That’s your armour ’gainft all fate. Apollo’s Decifion. A NYMPH anda fwainto Apollo once pray’ d, A The f{wain had been jilted, the nymph bcen betray’d; ‘Their intent was to try if his oracle knew _ E’eranymph that waschaite,or aiwain that was true pollo was mute, and had like t’ave been pos’d; ut fagely, at length, he this fecret difclos’d: e alone won’t betray in whom none will confide, 7 try ‘d. | : Congreve. 7 ‘ £13 The Whims of Folks. HE whims of folks in love to know, I believe would fairly pote Old Nick : : by This mapecay faft-—next moment flow; ; Now confenting, Now repenting, Nor at this, nor that will flick 5 ~ But changing ftill, They won ’tathey will— w When they mean yes, they'll anfwer no And fume and fret, | This hour to get ie What they diflik’d an hour ago. Tf you expect to find them here, TO t’other fide they quickly veer: A The wind and tide, In the fame mode will longer bide: Like two fond turtles, fide by fide, £5 This hour they woo, 1Z; 4i And bill and coo! Then, by and by, it ‘No ae . ey make th il end all to de. RMS OF MELODY. ind the nymph may be chafte that has never been itt) eek ey ‘ a NM - re. 7 iy ‘ ‘ Hho gentle was my Déaonte aie, | OW gentle was my Damon’s air, q Like funny beams his golden hair, H voice was like the nightingale’s, More, fweet his breath than flow’ ry vales. -. = How hard fuch beauties to refign, $ 4 And yet that cruel tafkismine. ae! ‘On ev’ry hill, in ewry prove, Along the margin of each ftream, Dear confcious feenes of former love, I mourn, and Damon is my- theme. The hills, vhe groves, the ftreams remain, ~ But Damon there 1 feekin vain. « From hill, from dale, each charm is fled, Groves, flocks, and fountains: pleafe no more, Each flow’r in pity droops its head, All nature does my lots de lore, All, all reproach the faithlefs fwain, _ Mitron. > » Ce die Yeu Damen ftill I feek in vain. Iam young, and I am friendlefs. ( Sung in the Comic Opera of * The Maid of the Mill. AM young, and I am friendlefs, And poor, alas! withal ; Sure my forrows will be endlefa, In vain for help I call. : Have fome pity in your nature, eee ‘To relieve a wretched creature, Tho’ the gift be ne’er fo imall. . May you poffeffing, Satie tay kw’ ry blefling, bite Still inherit, fir, All you merit, fir,’ And never know what it is to want; . Sweet.heay’n your world all happineh grant. Soft Invader of my Soul. OFT invader of my foul, Love! who can thy pow’r, controul?- All that haunt earth, air, and fea, Own thy force and bend to thee. © ax Celia fleals my hearts away. All the tedious live-long night, : 4 All the dear enchanting day, 3 | Celia {wims before my fight. ; Happy, happy were the fwain Who might fuch a prize obtain, Other joys he need not prove, Bleft enough in Celia’s love. © Ali that temptingly beguiles, Sparkling eyes and dimpling fmiles, Ev'ry charm and ev’ry grace, Hon | Dwell on Celia’s beauteous faces ' Be a Open, gen’rous, free from arty § Virtue lives within her heart, Be Ks a Modetity and truth combin’d, 7 et a Suit her perion to her mind. . 5 Vain-is Beauty’s gaudy Flow’s. V7 sis is beauty’s gaudy flow’r, melt Pageant of an idie hour, "0. an Born juft to bloom and fade; Nor lefs weak, lefs vain than it, pi ee Is es ride of human wit, » ihadow “s a thade. Pit { | Saint George and the Dragon. ©F* Hector's deeds did Homer fing ; ~~ And of the fack of ftately Troy, What griefs did fair Helena bring, Which was fir Faris’ only joy : And by my pen I will recite ot.George’s deeds, an Englifh knight. Againit the Saracens fo rude Fought he full long and many a day; Where many giants he fubdu’d, In honour of the chriftian way ; _ And after many adventures paft To Egypt land he came at lait. % Now, as the ftory plain doth tell, eA dreadful dragon fierce and fell, Whereby they were full fore oppreft : Who by his poifonous breath each day, _ Did many of the city flay. ‘The grief whereof did grow fo great Throughout the limits of the land, That they their wifemen-did entreat ‘To fhew their cunning out of hand ; What way they might this fiend deftroy, . That didthe country thus annoy. | The wifemen all before the king Fhis anfwer fram’d incontinent : « The dragon none to deata could bring “ By any means they could invent : “¢ His fkin more hard than brafs was found, | « That fword nor jpear could pierce nov wound.” _ When this the people underftood, _. They cried aloud moft piteoufly, _ * The dragon’s breath infeéts their blood, “ ‘That every day in heaps they die: _ “* Among them fuch a plague it bred, « They {earcely could inter the dead’ No means there were, as they could hear, ___ For to appeafe the dragon’s rage, _ But to prefent fome virgin clear, _ » Whofe blood hie fury might affwage; Fach day he would a maiden eat, _ For to allay his hunger great. Tyis thing by artthe wifemen found, _ Which truly muft obterved be ; | | ~ Wherefore throughout the city round ‘ A virgin pure of good degree Was by the king’s commiffion ftill ‘Ta’en up to ferve the dragon’s will. Thus did the dragon every day _ Untimely crop fome virgin flow’s, Till all the maids were worn away, And none were left him to devour: Saving the king’s far daughter bright, Her father’s only heart’s delight. _ Then officers came to the king ____ That heavy meffage to declare, Which did his heart with forrow fling ; _ “She is,” quoth he, ‘* my kingdom’s heir; ~ QO, let us a:i be poifen’d here, « E’er fhe fhould die, who is my dear.” _ Then rofe the people prefently, . e And to the king in rage they went, They faid his daughcer dear fhould die, The dragon’s fury to prevent : oS Our gee ets are all dead,” quoth they, | BALLADS ANCIENT AND Mopern, LEGENDARIES, ese, _ Within that country there did reit © | *s prey: ~ ig Wy i “ And by their blood we refcu’d were,. “And thou haft fav’d thy life thereby; ‘* And now, in footh, it is but fair, “‘ For us,thy daughter fo fhould die.” “Oh, fave my daughter,” faid the king ; “ And let mx feel the dragon’s fling.” Then fell fair Sabra on her knee, And to her father dear did fay, “Oh, father ftrive not thus for me, “ But let me be the dragon’s prey ; ¢ “Tt may be for my fake alone “ This plague upon the land was thrown « *Tis better I fhould die,” the faid, “Than all your fubjeéts perith quite ; “* Perhaps the dragon here was laid, “ Wor my offence, to work his Tpite : “« And after he hath fuck’d my gore, * Your land fhall feel the grief no more.” * What haft thou done, my daughter dear, . “* For to deferve this heavy fcourge? “ Itis my fault, as may appear, “ Which makes the gods our flate to purge; “ Then ought I die, to ftint the firife, | “ And to preferve thy happy life ?””, i Like madmen all the people cry“d, “Thy death to us can do no good; “ Our fafety only doth abide “In making her the dragon’s food.” “ Lo! here IJ am, I come,” quoth fhe, ‘« "Vherefore do what you will with me.” e “ Nay, flay, dear daughter,”’ quoth the queen, ‘““ And as thou art a virgin bright, That haft for virtue famous been, * So let me cloath thee all in white; ““ And crown thy head with flowers fweet ; _ « An ornament for virgins meet.” — And when fhe was attir’d fo, According to her mother’s mind, Unto the ftake then the did go ; i To which her tender limbs they bind: And being bound to ftake a thrall . She bade farewell unto them all. « Farewell, my father dear,” quoth the, « And my fweet mother, meek and mild; “Take you no thought nor weep for my, ‘For you may have another child: “ Since for my country’s good I die, “ Death I receive molt willingly.” The king and queen, and all their train With weeping eyes then went their way, And let their daughter there remain, To be the hungry dragon’s prey: But as the did there weeping lie, Lehold—Sz. George came riding by; , And feeing there a lady bright So rudely ty’d unto a ftake, As well became a valiant knight, He ftraight co her his way did take: "Pell me, fweet maiden,” then, quoth he, “ What caitiff thus abuféth thee ? « And lo! by this crofs here.I vow, ‘““ Which here is figur’djon my breaft, « T will revenge it on his brow, m ae “ And break my lance.upvon his cheft:"* . And tpeaking thus whereas he ftood, . . The lady that did firft efpy ah The dreadful dragon coming io, 2 _ Unio St. George aloud did cry, And wiiled him away to go; «“ Here comes that curfed fiend,” quoth fhe, * That ioon will make an end of me.” St. George then looking round about, The fiery dragon foon efpy’d, eect a knight of courage flout, ; Againft him “did moft fiercely ride ; Kis with fuch blows he did him greet, He fell beneath his horfe’s feet. For with his lance, which was fo firong, J As he came gaping in his face, : In at his mouth he thruft along, For he could pierce no other place : And thus within the lady’s view __ This mighty dragon itraight he flew. The favour of his poifon’d breath a Could do this holy knight no harm. Thus he the lady fav’d from death, And home he led her by the arm; : Which when king Ptolemy did fee, There was great mirth and melody. When as this valiant champion there Had flain the dragon in the field, ; To court he brought the lady fair, Which to their hearts much joy did yield. _ He in the court of Egypt fiaid ~ Till he moft falfely was betray'd. = That lady dearly lov’d the knight, He courted her his only joy ; -_ But when their love was brought to light Ic turn’d unto their great annoy: Th’ Morocco king was in the court, __ Who to the orchard did refort » Daily to take the pleafant air, For pleafure fake he us’d to walk, ~ -Under a wall he oft-did hear mas St. George with Lady Sabra talk: | Their love he fhew’d unto the king, Which to Se. George great woe did bring. Thofe kings together did devife tid To make the chriftian knight away, With letters him in courteous wife They firaightway fent to Perfia: But wrote to th’ Sophy him to kill, And treach’roufly his blood to fpill. Thus they for good did him reward With evil, and moft fubtily By much vile means they had regard ‘To work his death moft cruelly ; Who, as through Perfia land he rode, With zeal deftroy’d each idol ged. For which offence he ftraight was thrown Into a dungeon dark and deep; hi. Where, when he thought his wrongs upon, = He bitterly did w -ail and w eep: Yet-like a knight of courage fout, At length his way he digged out. Three grooms of the king of Perfia - By night this valiant ch. ampion flew, Tho’ he had fafted many a day’; . And then away from thence he flew belt iced the Sophy had; h When’ he knewshe owas full mad. - ¥ oo ’ ‘ To’ards Chriftendom he made his ‘ight But met a giant on the way, With whom in combat he did aera ; Moft valiantly a fummer’s day; Who yet, for all his bats of fleel, ~~ By Was fore’d the fling of death to feel. vy aee Back o’er the feas with many basen: Of warlike foldiers foon he pak, Voowing upon thofe heathen lands To work revénge; which at the laft, - Exe thrice three years were gone and fpent, He wrought unto his heart’s content. Save only Egypt land he fpar’d For Sabra bright her only fake, And ere for her he had regard, _ He meant a tryal kind to make: Meanwhile the king o’ercome in’ field Unto St. George did quickly yield. Then flraight Morocco’s king he flew, And took fair Széra to his wife, But meant to try if fhe were true © Ere with her he would lead his life : And, tho’ he had her in his train, She did a virgin pure remain. ‘Toward England then, that lovely dame The brave St. George conducted ftraight; An eunuch alfo with rhe came, Who did upon the lady wait; Thefe three from Egypt went alone. + Now mark S¢. George’s valour fhown. When as they in a foreft were, The lady did defire to reft, Mean while St Geor; , to kill a deme ' For their repaft did think it beft; Leaviny her with the eunuch there, Whilft he did go to kill the deer. But lo! all in his abfence came _ Two hungry lion§; fierce and fell, 12 tegn And tore the eunuch on the fame | In pieces fmall, the truth to tell; Down by the lady then they laid, Whereby they fhew’d fhe was a maid. But when he came from hunting back, And did behold this heavy chanse,* > Then for his lovely virgin’s fake His courage ftraight he did advance, * And came into the lion’s fight, Who ran at him with all their might. Their rage did. him no whit difmay Who, like a fivut and valiant knight, Did both the hungry lions flay Within the Lady Sabra’s fight : Who all this while, fad and demure There ftood, moft like a virgin pure: So Now when St. George did furfly k know This lady was a virgin true, His heart was glad, that erft was woe, And*all his love did foon renew 2 He fet her on a palfrey fteed, Aud towards England came with {peed. y ye - Where being in fhort fpace arriv’d Unto his native dwelling place ; Therein with his dear love he livd Jon i £ And fortune did his nuptials grace + ie a 4g They many years of joy did fee, Mgt: \ And led their lives at Coventry, a ee ee lit Ne te ar eer ¥ 4 ee , er em, C) ! One Penny®. 5. THE CHARMS OF MELODY, Pah On etree teee «OR | oak we VME DOL EY, aes __ ‘The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Some, ancient and modern, worth preferving, in the Englith Language ; forming an Univerial Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englith, frith and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries. &c. &c. ‘To which will be added, a complete Index. \ ee eS When Fairies dance round. Fine Ladies may tell us. Air—* By the pale Light of the Moon’ : a: i . Sung in ‘ The Rival Candidates. Vi J HEN fairies dance round on the grafs, _ And frolic to night’s awful noon; BSE fees aay fen us Each elf, with his tight little lafs, Bete es Brey aa a : yee buy 1 id—his quiver and dart, Trips to the Pals light of the moon. fet Be Towers ba ie If’t chance that the grey dawn of day Not a prude will deny _ Breaks in on teir revels too foon, ; That man, tho’ a tyrant’s the lord of her heart. Difturb’d they all tkuttle away, And follow the glimpfe of the moon. So bewitching a creature ! c ‘ So noble each feature ! Me oe My bofom commands me to take his dear part; oo | thy en Then how can I conceal i: Fairer than the op’ning Lilies. What my eyes will reveal 2— E MIRE ike the op’ning lctcthes cet That he muft, and he wil! be—the lord of my heart. : 'Frefher than the morning 'rofe, Are the blooming charms of Phillis; Richer {weets does the difclofe. | Ae ai Long fecure from Cupid’s power, Soft repofe had. lull’d my breaft, . From the Court to the Cottage. ce ‘Till in one fhort fatal hour ) FE ‘ She depriv’d my foul of reft. 5 ‘ # ROM the court to the cottage convey me away, For I’m weary of grandeurand what they call gay; Where pride without meafure, And pomp without pleafure,’ Makes life, in a circle of hurry, decay. Child of pleafure and vexation, | Ely my verfe, and paint my flame ; Whifper foft that tender paffion, ~ Which I muit not} cannot name ! Far remote and retir’d from the noife of the town Vil exchange my brocade for a plain ruffet gown; My. friends fhall be few, But weil chofen and true, And {weet recreation our ev’ning fhall cfown. Lovely fair, remove my anguihh, | Give my foul her wonted eafe, Since you’ve taught me how to languih, Beach, oh! teach me how to pleate. On a.moffy green turf, near fome fhady old tree, The river’s clear brink ’ ; Shall afford me my drink, — And Temp’rance my friendly phyfician shall be. W 1TH the man that I love, were! deftin’dtto dwell, On a mountain, a moor, in a cot, or a cell; Retreats the moft barren, mofl detert, would be ) pleal han courts, cr a palace to me. 2: : More pleafing than courts, or a palac Ever calm and ferené, with contentment ftill bleft, Not too giddy wath joy, nor wich forrow depreft, Til neither invoke, Wor repine at Death’s ftroke, Dut retire from the world as I would to! my reft. uet the vain and the venal in wedlock afpire, Lo what folly efteems, and the vulgar admire; yield them the bliis where their withes are plac’d; nfenfible creatures! ’tis all they caii tafle. ae eet 3 With a rural rat rich banquet to r With the Man that I love. » aint hago pay quet to me, | aes eee PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin: ; Ae A ait 3 . Where the preceding Nambers-can be had. ARETE rer soe we ~ =54 7 Since robb’d of all, Be Gece robb’d of all that harms my view, © Of all my foul e’er fancy’d fair, Ye fmiling native feenes adieu, With each delightful object ‘there ! Oh, when my heart revolves the joys Which in your fweet recefs I knew, The laft dread fhock which lite deftroys, . Is heaven compar’d to lofing you! Ye vales which to the raptur’d eye Difclos’d the flow’ry pride of May, Ye citcling hills, whofe {ummiis high Blufh’d with the morning’s earlieft ray, Where, heedlefs oft how far I ftray’d, And pleas’d my ruin to purfue, I fun, my dear, my cruel maid, Adieu! for ever, ah, adieu! Ye dear affociates of my breaft, | Whofe hearts with {peechlefs forrow fwell, And thou, with hoary age oppreft, Dear author of my life, farewell ! For me, alas! thy fruitlefs tears, Far, far remote from friends and home, _ Shail blaft thy venerable years, And bend thee pining to the tomb. Sharp are the pangs by nature felt Yor dear relations torn away, / Yet dharper pangs my vitals melt, To hopelefs love a deftin’d prey 3 Wile fhe, an angry hav’n and main, Deaf to the helplefs failor’s pray i Enjoys my foul’s confuming pain, And wantons with my deep ela ale ie, curfed gold what ills arife, What horrors life’s fair profpect flain! Friends blaft their friends with angry eyes, And brothers bleea by brothers flain! From curfed gold I trace my woes; Could I this {plendid milchief boat, Nor would my tears unpitied flow, Nor would my fighs in air be loft. Ah! when a mother’s cruel care Nors’d me an infant on the breaft, Had early fate furpria’d me there, And Wrapt me in eternal reft - Then had this breaft ne’er leapatd to beat, And tremble with unpitied pain, ‘Nor had a maid’s reientlefs hate Been, ev’n in death, deplor’d in vain. Oh, in the pleafing toils of love, _ With ev’ry winning art I try’d To catch the coyly flun’ring dove, » With killing eyes and plumy pride; But far, on nimble pinions borne, From love’s warm gales and flow’ ry plains, She fought the northern climes of {corn, Where ever freezing winter reigns. Ah, me! had heav’n and fhe prov’d kind, Then full of age, and free from care, How bieit:-had I my lite refign’d, Where tirft I jbreath’d this vital air. But fince no flace’ring hope remains, Lei me my wretched lot purfue, | Adieu, dear friends, and native plains, To all but grief and love, adieu! Lot a Ti kilt: my coats : ahehs my ] at ra @ And follow my love thro’ the water. | Sae fair her hair, fae brentdex brow. “wn Sae bonny blue her een, my ieee ode ioe ‘I'll kilt my coats aboon my kn ~ i" And follow my love thro’ the waters eae le ropa Se vt aod dearie, aie Down among he: be be Down among The laffie loft & vee That cof her sore + your heart invades, ut! to afcertain. AIRs 2 [® in abfepee ‘lone you grieve, ° Pt Pine and ccurt the penfive hour, © If no pleafures can relieve, Pt Then doth Love your peace devour. unat Iee If that grief you ftrive to > hi ay nt Clos’d t Lith hs If in crow ge Fert PPPS Heaves th’ ae Carelefs Teh Ty SA ally prove Then, dea en, you love. np 3 a When the favour’ objed’s idan, ve none ale . If your jc nd controu 1, fh, Pope aegt fo Bids the ii is-4s ie * ‘Thrills bt ae ev If you cannot gaze toc With, yet dread t Stolen glances fo ‘Then, and only “ te W hen again the yillag er det 5 With redoubl’d 1 ee! mu, Brighter all the known vefor a _ Vearer all the foft deed When the momen's New enjoy: daly When each joy is extafy, ‘Shar’d wah thofe you fai d Happy bours, tho’ tranfient pr Then you Live, for then ys - - 7 os pee All ie te # cE In defence of her Sex. ; iG defence of her fex fure a woman may fpeak, Pray what isit now that you men would be at? - Do you think that we mind each occafion you feek, To lawgh at our drefs, little waifts, and all that? No, don’t, firs, believe it, fuch nonfenfe muft fall, Convine’d, when we look but a moment about us, That whether we’re all waift, or no waift at all, You can’t, for the life of you, men, do without us ’Tis filly to {port with our fancies and sii As we can iubdue you whenever we pleafe: For fince we’ve the power, you all muft confefs, To make you afk pardon for that on your knees: Then prithee, dear firs, leave our {hort waifts alone, ’Tis the whim of the day, and we'll have it, don’t doubt us : So give o’er your jefting, and candidly own, You can’t, for the life of you, men, do without us That women have tongues I believe you well know, But pray do not force us to put them in ufe, For fure if you give them but freedom to go, You'll find it a hard thing to fiop their abufe; Befides, look at home—on the dreis of yourfelves, With your fpencers and pantaloons flocking about us: , Put I tell you again, oh, ye confident elves, You can’t, for the foul of you, men, do without us 5 he ee a ee ee Ne - The Willow Tree. OW now, fhepherd, what means that ? Why wears thou willow in thy hat? Are thy fkarfs of red and yellow, -Turn’d to branches of green willow ? “ She is changed, foam J, — ** Sorrow lives when joys do die ; “Tt is Phillis, only fie, ~ « That makes me wear the willow tree.” Is’t the lafs that lov’d thee long? “Is it fhe has done thee wrong? She that lov’d thee long and beft, Is her love now turn’d to jeft ? ** She who lov'd me long and beft, © Bids me fet my mind at refi; « She loves a new love, loves not me=- “-"T hat makes me wear the willow tree.” Come, then, fhepherd, let us join, Since thy love is like to mine; For the I ever thought moit true, Has alfo chang’d me for-a new. ™ Herd{man, if thy hap be fo, «Thou art partner of my woe; * Thine ill hap doth mine appeafe, “ For company doth forrow eafe.” Courage, man, and do not mourn, For her who holds thy love in feorn, Refpect not them who love not thee, But cait away thy willow tree. “ For her fake I live in pine, '« Phillis once was true love mine, e (s6 Which forgotten ne’er fhall be, «“ Sitho’ I wear the willow tree.” Shepherd, if thou’ll be rul’d by me, Caft away thy willow tree, For thy grief doth her content, + She is pleas’d it theu lament. . “ Herdfinan, [’]l be rul’d by thee, “ Here lies grief and wilow tree, '«, Henceforth I will be as they “ That love a new love ev'ry day.” i / mas. A , » THE CHARMS OF MELODY. eae EN ies i a ce ae tn en 7 rire amma Aten RS Baa y. Lest 255 BAL LAD: ——— _' fhe Birth of St. George. pe lords, in bower and hall, I fing the wonderous birth Of brave Sr. George, who’s val’rous arm Rid monfters from the earth : pe Diftreffed ladies to relieve He travell’d many a day; In honour of the chriftian faith, Which fhall endure for aye. In Coventry fometime did dwell A knight of worthy fame, High fteward of this noble realm ; Lord Aldret was his name. ott 2 He had to wife a princely dame, . Whofe beauty did excel ; This virtuous lady being with child, In fudden fadnefs fell : For thirty nights no fooner fleep Had clos’d her wakeful eyes ; But, lo! a foul and fearful dream Her fancy did fuprize. She dreamt, a dragon fierce and fell Concetv’'d within her womb; Whofe mortal fangs her body rent Ere he to life could come. All woe-begone and fad was fhe; She nourifh’d conitant woe: Yet ftrove to hide it from her lord, Left he fhould forrow know. * In vain fhe firove; her tender lord, Who watch’d her flighteft look, Difcov@rd foon her fecret- pain, . , And foon that pain partook, And when to him the fearful caufe She weeping did impart, With kindeft fpeech he ftrove to heal The anguifh of her heart. ‘* Be comforted, my lady dear, “ Thofe pearly drops refrain ; «© Betide me weal, betide me woe, « Yl] cry to eafe thy pain. « And for this foul and fearful dream, « That caufeth all thy woe, « Truft me I’) travel far away, « But Pll the meaning knew.” Then giving many a fond embrace, And thedding many a tear, To the weird lady of the woods ‘He purpos’d to repair. To the weird lady of the woods, Full long and many a day, Thro’ lonely fhades and thickets rough He winds his weary way» At length he reach’d a dreary dell With difmal yews o’erhung ; Where cyprets {pread its mourniul boughsy A pois’nous nightihade iprung. No chearful gleams here piere’d the gloom, He hears no chearful found ; But fheill night-ravens yelling fcream, And ferpents hifs around. The fhriek of fiends and damned ghetts Kan howling thro’ his ear: A chilling horror froze his heart; ‘Tho’ ail unus’d to fears " ie * \ Three times he firives to win his way, | And pierce thofe fickly dews ; eh eho od Three times to bear his tremblin g corfe : E ' His knocking knees refute. Pp At length upon his beating bre aft He figns the holy crofs; And, roufing up his wonted might, He treads th’ unhallow’d mois. 7 4 : Beneath a pendant craggy cliff, ‘ -& All vauitetl like a grave, And op’ning in the folid rock, He found th’ inchanted cave. > Axn.iron grate clos’d up the mouth, All hideous and forlorn ; And, faften’d by a filver chain, Near hung a brazen horn. Then offering up a milk-white lamb, | ‘Three times he blows amain: ’ Three times a deep and hollow found - Did anfwer him again. ‘‘ Sir knight, thy lady bears a fon, _ “ Who like a dragon bright, “ Shall prove right dreadful to his foes, ‘“« And terrible in fight. - « His name advanc’d in future times “ On banners fhall be worn; “« But, lo! thy lady’s life muft pafs “‘ Before he can be born.” All fore oppreft with fear and doubt Long time lord Albret ftood ; At length he winds his doubtful way, Back thro’ the dréary wood. Eager to clafp his lovely dame : Then faft he travels back ; . But when he reach’d his caftle gate, His gate was hung with black. In every court and hall he found A fullen filence reign ; F Save where, amid the lonely towers, He heard her maidens “plain ; he. And bitterly lament and weep, ; * With many a grievous groan: . Then fore his bleeding heart mifgave, “His lady’s life was gone. With faultering ftep he enters in, Yet half afraid to go; With trembling voice afks why they grieve, Yet fears the caufe to know. “© Three times the fun hath rofe and fet ;” They faid, then Ropt to weep : “ Since heaven hath laid thy lady dear “In death’s eternal fleep. “For, ah! in travail fore fhe fell, “ So fore that the muft die; Pes Unlefs fome fhrewd and cunning léech ‘¢ Could cafe her prefently. * But when a cunning leech wwas fet, * Too foon declared he, P “ She, or her babe muft lofe its life, “ Both faved could not be.” * Now take my life,” the lady faid, “* My little infant fave: “ And, oh, commend me to ny lord, ~ “ When { am laid in grave. * » * Otell him how that precious babe ~ » * Coft him atender wife. f And teach my fon to liip her name, k * Who dy’d to dave His life” Es d 7, . ; : : ; A » . ‘ . : 5 “a4 : - ie li _ I — oe Ts f ' #pe4 lo - a: 5 ae =< x Spas enlist ate " Then calling Rill upon thy na “« And praying ftill for thee ¥ “ Without repining or lait? ATI aie _“ Her gentle foul did flee” § 9 - ’ i, . Pei What tongue can pain lop Allret’s Orn pat The bitter tears he the 4 ppelinoder ml The bitter pangs that wrung hisheart, To find his lady dead? He beat his breaft, he tore his hair; Ay And fhedding many atear, + wit eo At length he afk’d to fee his fon; . . ‘ ‘ © The fon that coft fodear.' a New forrow feiz’d the damfels all : | At length they fault’ring fay, va “ Alas! my lord, how fhall we tell? “Thy fon is ftole away — “ Fairas the fweeteft flower of fpring, | “ Such was his infant mein: “ And on his little-body ftampt ui «“ Three wond’rous marks were feen: “ A blood-red crofswasonhisarm; ‘‘ A dragon on his breaft “ A little garter all of gold aE 25 wt « Was round his leg expreft. — “ Three careful nurfes we provide “ Our little lord to keep: ‘“ One gave him fuck, one gave him food, ‘‘ And one did lull to fleep. “ But. lo! all in the dead of night, “« We heard a fearful found: ome “ Loud thunder clapt; the caftle fhook; “And lightning flafht around. “ Dead with affright at firftwe lay; ¥ ‘** But roufing up anon, . - 9 ~*~ “We ran to fee our little lord: ne “Our little lord was gone $fi-T0GNE “ But how or where we could not tell: “For lying on the ground, “In deep and magic flumbers laid,- “ The nurfes there we found.” “ Oh, grief on grief!’ lord Albret faid: No more his tongue could fay, a ‘When falling in a deadly fwoon, Long time he lifelefs lay. At length reftor’d to life and fenfe = = * He nourifh’d endlefs woe, ; wai No future joy his heart could tafte, a No future comfort know. ; a” 1 ksi Le So withers on the mountain top a we ; A fair and ftately oak, ~~ (9 Bis ; Whote vig’rous arms are forn away, : By fome rude thunder-ftroke. At length his caftle irkfome grew, He loathes his wonted home; __ vo His native country he forfakes as q In foreign lands to roam. ee ae . : ® There up and down ‘he wander’d faz, Clad in a palmer’s gown ; Till his brown locks grew white as'wool His beard as thiftie down, 4 hr At length, all weary’d, down in death — ; He laid his reverend head.’ Ome Meanwhile amid the lonely wilds 7th ie His little ion was breds 5 | re aby There the weird lady of the woods» Had borne him far away, 7” And train’d-him up in feats of ares, _ And ev"ry martial play. - ‘ CHARMS OF MELODY, t | -STREN MEDLEY. en een ne SS TST SS SSS EE SI SA PSSA The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folic Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth preferving, im the Englith Language , forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englith, frith and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. To which will be added, a complete Index. ae ET ener Sots nr et _ The Beaus of the Year Ninety-nine. Ring the Bell, and fill the Bowl. is eg b Mrs. Mou on ith grea’ laufe, at Vauxhall- i . Sung by Mrs. Mountain ph ant applaufe, at Vauxha ae bell, and fill the bowl, : Y ine infpires the jovial fong; - ’ 4 ML mother oft talk’d of the beaus of the town, Care thall di dod Laat ane : Be Who by fword, knot or bag, had gain’d While liquor can our mirth prolong. great renown, | With powder, pomatum, and other perfumes, Come, ye youths, who fich and pi - You might imell out a beau, tho’ in different For rahe filly, fickle fies whee ti rooms. - Come, and drown in fparkling wij , Well, to London I’m céme, to fee thefe fine elves, Ail your folly, all fay Ge oe But I find them fo alter’d, they don’t know _ themfelves, Ye rents on whom Fortune frowt Our beaus, for I find they retain ftill the name, — Whom duns and creditors pees Take a different road to the temple of fame. Y Good ftore of wine will troubles drown, i, a ee Come, drink yourfelves quite out of debt. ». Pantaloons and fhort flick, Half boots and half coat, A neat colour’d handkerchief Tied round the throat, ,. A fcrubbing brufh heed, : ~~ With check collar fo fine, Ye hufbands who have fcolding wives, Come here, and leave the threws at home; With Comus lead more happy lives; Come, hafte away, O! pr’ythee, come. . “ “ it | Mark the beaus-and the finarts of the year gg. Ht ® 8 aot e I> | | Beauty and Mufic charm the Soul. In the days when my mother was airy and young, ~ Smart fellows, fhe tells me, danc’d, ogled and fung, EAUTY and mufic charm the foul, . They drefs’d coo 10 jaunting, on beats to trepan, Tho’ fep’rate in the fair; ati On tiptoe to pleafe us were iil to a man , What mortal can their pow’rcontroul, a 7 2) a 2 is are e 7 es Now lounging and carelets, it plainly appears When, Heav’n has join’d them there? il That the fafhion’s much alter’d within a few ay a -- years What needed, then, my Celia’s art, 4 To fing or touch the lyre? Your charms before had won my heart,; ’T was adding flame to fire. a a The fafhion of wifhing to pleaf? is gone by; Not to pleafe is the plan they fuccefsfully try. Fantaloons, ‘Fc. — Love. ‘OW {weet a torment ‘tis to love! ~ Now Fafhion with no bright allurements betray, Our belles quite difgufted her vo:’ries furvey, When the bofom i beauty own love’s pleafing pain, *Tis for one of thofe men, who fuch fafhion - And ah! how pleafant is the pain! e diidain.: : I would not, if I could, remove, | _ Take the hint, O ye men, to find grace in thofe eyes, | And now put off the am’rous chain. ee ©. Throw: off this difgraceful pofti!lion difguife ; Appear like your fathers, like gentiemien move, _ And, like them, be rewarded with beauty and oa” love. | Tho’ Chloris’ eyes do give me laws, ak, ee And me of liberty beguile, I, like a martyr, love my caufe, ‘And on my fair termentor fmile ! Pantaloons,; Fc. fe ore a ' PUBLISHED at N°10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin; Where the preceding Numbers can be had. j : “hg y ‘ Ae Be ees hoe Vv fe VAS Ss JERS pM ah La mt ioe . , ; The Maid to my Mind.» >... ] HAVE ferioufly weigh’d it, _ And find it but juft, That a wife makes a man ‘ Either bleffed or curft,; I declare I will marry, Ah! can I but find, Mark me well, ye young laffes, The maid to my minds Not the pert little mifs, * Who advice will defpife, . Nor the girl who’s fo foolifh To think herfelf wife, Nor fhe who to all men Alike would prove kind; Not one of thefe three Is the maid to my mind. de ¥ ——?. Not the prude who in public ~ - Will never be free, Yetin private a toying For ever will be, Nor coquette that’s too forward, Nor jilt that’s uakind; Not one of thefe three Is the maid to my mind. Nor fhe who for pleafure Her hufband will flight, Nor the pofitive dame, Who thinks always fhe’s right, Nor fhe who a dupe | To the fafhion’s inclin’d; | Not one of thefe three s Is the maid to my mind. But the fair with good- nature And carriage genteel, Who her hufband can love And no fecrets reveal, In whofe breaft I may virtue And modefty find ; This, this, and this only’s The maid to my mind. mene Sung in ¢ The Capricious Lovers.” : 1 j J HEN vapours o’er the meadow die, And morning ftreaks the purple fky, I wake to love with jocund glee, . Tothink on him who doats on me. a =~ 2s When eve embrowns the verdant grove, ,And Philomel laments her love, ; Each figh I breathe my love reveals, pet And tells the pangs my bofom feels. : With fecret pleafure I furvey The frolic birds in am’rous play, While fondeft cares my heart employ, Which flutters, leaps and beats for joy. With your Wife, Sir, ne’er difpute. fe : Sung in ‘ The Golden Pippin.’ mt your wife, Sir, ne’er difpute. We _ Lady of the manor fhe ; - Due to her the choiceft fruit, Due to her the branch and tree: _. Aad youknow fhe’ll have her right; . Yes, Sirgmorning,; noon, and night. * ¢. S . . 3 ; om ¢ “- ~ rm , > ‘2 ” ¥y ” ! ‘ #~« ‘ - * 4 » fm va ie cl ee § Wea a a ‘. Lon When Vapours o’er the Meadow die. THE CHARMS OF MELODY. — * Not the ruby-fac’d fot, , Veo Jockey fought my heart to win, A Man to my Mind. INCE wedlock’s in vogue, J And {tale virgins defpis’d, To all bachelors greeting, Thefe lines are premis’d; I’m a maid that would marry— Ah! could I but find, (I care not for fortune} A manto my mind! a ot the fair-weather fop, 4 Fond of fafhion and Webs: e Not the *{quire, who can relith No joys but the chace; Nor the free-thinking rake, Whom no morals can bind: Neither this—that—nor t’other’s The man to my mind. Who topes world without end ; Nor the drone, who can’t relifh His bottle and friend ; Nor the fool, that’s too fond ; Nor the churl that’s unkind ; Neither this—that—nor “tother’s The man to my mind. Not the wretch with full bags, Without breeding or merit 5 Nor the flafh, that’s all fury Without any {pirit; Nor the fine mafter fribble, The feorn of mankind! Neither this—that—nor t’other’s The man to my mind. > A < 5 os —— But the youth whom good fenfe And good-nature inipire ; Whom the brave muft efteem,: And the fair fhould admire; In whofe heart love and truth Are with honour conjoin’d,; This, this, and no ee ‘* ‘The man to my mind. Cunningham. Pry’thee, Fool, be quiet. a 4 And woo’d as lovers woo; I, vers’d in all our fex’sart, , Did juft as maidens do: ae Whate’er he’d figh, whate’er he’d vow, Id ftudy to be fhy at; And when he prefs’d his fate know, *T was, pr’ythee, fool, be quiet. — ‘ * Month after month, of am’rous pain He madea migity fufs ; Why if, you know, one loves a fwain, *Tis wrong to fay one does: He told me paffion could not live — Without more pleafing diet; And pray what anfwer could I give, , But, pr’y thee, fool, be quiet. At length he made a bold effay, And like a man he cry’d, Thy hand, my dear, this very day Shall Celia be my bride: Convine’d he would have teiz’ . I could not welldeny it; _ And row, believe me, when I. 1 make the fool be quiet. 4 ; % - A Laughing Song. eS | fe me. OD people of every condition, \ Attend to a merry new fong ; _ Know, that Laughter’s the only phyfician To make you live happy and Jong. _ And fure ’tis a folly to grieve, >. Let the bottle go brifkly about; ‘ ‘The hypocrite laughs in his fleeve, _ Whilft the honeft man dares to laugh out. The merchant indulges his amiveh When his veffel’s fafe moor’d at the ees She’s infur’d for near double her worth, And he laughs if fhe founders at fea. The broker enjoys his commiffion When he buys, for his principal, well; And, when ftock’s in a fickly condition - He’s merry, becaufe he muft fell, The felon will laugh at the jeilor, When the bill cf indictment is wrong ; The poet will laugh at his tailor, Who trufts him a fuit for a fong. Bind. hie girl who has cheated her keepers, Laughs to think that old men are fo mad ; The eles in his hat-band and weepers, Will laugh | o’er the grave of his dad. _ Phyficians ftill laugh at the fick, | Who confent to be blifter’d bad bled; ‘Philofophers laugh at the quick, And ye iewton will laugh at the dead, Phen, my Friends, let’s renounce all our errors ; ay By virtue we'll ftand or we'll fall: : He laughs at the monarch of terrors, pe mnes one day will laugh at us all. A Lover of Mirth “BALLAD. =a ; a Fair Eleanor. OR THE KNIGHT OF THE BLACK CASTILE. és AST o’er the hills the evening grey, Her dufky mantle {pread ; And weftward far the ling’ring day, > tet. glimm’ ring twilight fhed. f When from his cuts a holy wight Went forth with air fedate ; - Beneath the fhelter of the night, Unfeen, to contemplate. _ A flender wand he careful bore, His tottering fteps to guide; ' The érofs, and beads his ede wore, Hung graceful by his fide, His hoary locks, and wriakl’d brow Alength of years conteis’d ; ' His head, that age began to o f Regi 'd apes this breaft. ; A mio air 7: o’erf{pread, “And courteo: as ‘his {mile ; His heart, that deience long had fed, ‘Lhe world, eoula not defile. TRA THE CHARMS OF MELODY. - aide Befide an abby’s mould’ ie wets He ftood a while to reft : And ftraight to meditation falls, And fmote his aged breaft. Now in the eaft the lamp of night, In awful grandeur rote; | gt And beaming with the new born light, The rich horizon glows. - The ambient furface of the deep, ne With orient {urges roll’d ; The craggy fhore o’er hanging fieep, Seem’d lafh’d with liquid gold! The hermit view’d the fcene around, With holy, calm delight, And O! hecry’d, who fhall be found Worthy thy glorious fight. Thou, who can’ft fhed the liquid day, And poife the ftarry {phere : fin Can’ft bid the tranquil zephyrs play, igh And furious tempeit tear. oi Thus while the pious foul he Sate, And contemplating ftood, A diftant found his rapture broke, Far iffuing from the flood. And foon a ftately barque appear’d, With canvas floating wide, And to the fhore ftraight onward fteer’d, Faft bounding o’er the tide. °T was filence all, fave from the ftrand, The breakers lowly figh’d : The veffel now approach’d the land, « And dath’d their furf afide. And now a voice attracts his ears, That utter’d plaintive woe; And all aftunifh’d now he hears A folemn dirge and flow, Soft ftealing on the floating breeze, The mingled anthem reife; Now low, then {welling by degrees, And now it fainter grows. | ) } He heard, and wond’ring ftood the while, The mourning train drew nigh; While from behind the hollow pile, Re-echo’d every figh. A fadd’ning {cene, the hermit wept, - And ftraight with pious care, . t To meet the {roop in filence ftep’d, , am And utter’d filent pray’r. is And then the chief he thus addrefs’d, m With court’ous words and kind; Still prompt to fuccour the diftrest” ‘In me a brother find. 6 n «« Say whence, right valiant knight, and where, «: Your journey fad, I pray ¢ «¢ Before you lies a mountain drear, « And per’lous is the way. Kind father,” then the knight reply’d, “« My journey here muft ceafe;_ I come to lay a haplefs bride | lie “In yonder holy place, tae, ae oh « From Spain I came, and this my mages Vie i ‘ “ The lady of a Knight; |. q ¥ Erft called Eleanor the fair, . «“ Of beauty once moft bright 129 He 4 & a é ° x : i - » * , «“ Her hufband, late of Britith land, « The holy crofier wore : And *gainft the Moor a high command «« For Spain he gallant bore. Fs e o « What boots it to the valiant dead, “ The tear, let fall in vain: *« Piere’d by a Moorifh fpear he bled, “On Murcia’s bloody plain. “ Fair Eleanor with grief opprefs‘d, * Soon left this world of pain ; And to fulfill her laft requeit, “ T’ve crofs’d the heaving main. “ The ftory of this haplefs ad, . ‘© Would melt the coldeft heart; “ Which while this laft fad act’s delay’d, “ T wi ll recount in part.— The yielding fod was laid afide, The laft retreat of man: The mattock yang, the hermit figh’d, . And thus the knight began. : 4 . ‘In Cornwall there once lived a knight, « Of high and matchlefs fame : « And to commence my tale aright, “ Fitz Maurice was his name. « In war a deathlefs name he bore, “ His greateft joy and pride : « The fword hismighty grandfire wore, © Still grac’d his lordly fide. « And many a trufty knight and fquire, “In coftly mail array’d, «“ Stood ready all at his defire, «“ To draw the temper’d blade. « High on a rock his caftle flood, « That long o’er look’d the tide: « And o’er the rude affailing flood, « Scill frown’d in gothic pride. «“ And flank’d with ftrong and ftately tow’rs, “ With battlements on high: « Whereon th’ approach of hoftile pow’rs, “ With eafe he might defcry. « With regal cheer his table flow’d, _ « Where ftrangers well might feed ; « For bountifully he beftow’d “ On all who ftood in need. : « His heart was of that princely mood. ; « That knew no fordid view: ; « And many a virtue now untold, «“‘ His manly bofom knew. « One only daughter fair had he, “ A's fair as might befound ; « Nay, one fo wond’rous fair.as fhe, « Dwelt not on Englifh ground. : And many a lord from foreign land, «“ The maiden’s love befought : « But fhe to all refus’d her hand, « That was not to be bought. « But thus fhe faid, who gains my heart, _. + Shall have my hand befide ; © For by this hand, my better part Oe _ & Shall never, be bely’d. __ & Her doving father wond’ring ftood, ‘To hear his daughter fpeak : « While tears of joy, a tender flood, 4 Raa paws his aged check. ; 1 ” oka eee ae i _ : f fie a) ae BALLADS Ancient AND MopEEs, LEGENDARIES, bk, : ne ® « She who was once fo dear; | Now in the eaft the matin fair ¢ Be 4 a , a « And O! my child, he fondly cry’d *d, 4S - Fr « A father’s blefling take; = : 2 “ Thy withes ne’er fhall be deny’d, © et { « All for thy virtue’s fake. “ Which made him to repent full fore, “ That he this promife gave; :” « This promife thatin forrow bore , “ His grey hairstothe gravee « Wor wand’ring from his lineal pride, “She lov’d a fhepherd fwain : J , mT “ For whom in filence long the figh’d, = « And long conceal’d her pain. “ One day, as from his turrets high, ; \ «“ He view’d his wide domains ; « Where wood-crown’d hills were feen in view. « With flow’r enamell’d plains, « His daughter with the fhepherd fwain,) _ « In converfe heefpy’d; » itis « Ben eath the fhrubs that fkirt the plain, | > “ Faft by the greenwood fide. « Then ftraight up rofe his angerred, > 4 « Fierce glar’d his martial eye: / « And ©! he cry’d, fhall it be faid «© My honour thus fhall die.” 2 Thus far the knight did fo relate, Wher, fadly by his fide, The hermit filling from his feat, - All breathlefs he efpy’d. Then careful did he ftrive to rife oi The old man fromthe ground; And ply affifiance various ways, ay But all in vain he found. — At length, fufpended life began. Its feeble courfe.to bear: ~ at And down his cheeks fucceffiye ran The dew drops of defpair. ? “Tam,” he cry’d, “ O hold, my heart _ ’ “ Thus burfts to find relief; es That father, who with piercing fmart, a | & . “ Now feels a father’s grief. «© lead me to my long loft child, «Tis fhe.” he cry’d, with accent wild, And funk upon the bier. ~ 4 “O Eleanor,” he cry'd, “ atife, | “ Thy poor old’father fees, yen te « Look up, and blefs thefe longing eyes, « That long have wept for thee.” : “ And then he rent his fnow white And tore his filver beard; 7 _ And figh’d fo piteous that the rocks — To figh again were heard. Bs “ And have I been, O! heaven,” he-er « A father for this end? a 0 « Let not your mercy be deny’d, - « But here my forrows end.” And then her cold and lifelefs head. He to his bofom prets’d ; In one deep figh his forrows fled, And clos’d his eyes in refit. ~ Declar’d the ’proaching day ab? Sake I The knight interr’d the hapleis par, And mournful fought the fea. ee . a 3 . . ‘ ia Pt : ih pe Oe a awe ft ee USE ees. bee Oe eee an Oe CHARMS OF vs St REN. Mer sD Lhe nee _ forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, .War © Irifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, Bec, S&c——To which ao re So en Wine, Wine in the Morning. INE, wine in the morning Makes us frolick and gay, That, like eagles, we foar _ In the pride of the day, Gouty fots of thé night _ Only find a decay. °Tis the fun ripes the grape, And to drinking gives light 5 We imitate him When by noon we’re at heights They fleal wine, who take it . -. When he’s out of. fight. Boy, fill all the glaffes, ” Fill them up, now he fhines; _ The higher he rifes, The more he refines: For wine and wit fall , As their maker declines. - O’er the Bowl we'll laugh and fing. OF the bow! we'll laugh and fing ; i Melancholy hence away ! Ring, ring, the bowl is empty ; _ Fill it, landlord, let’s be gay. Roufe, ye genial fons of mirth! Now’s the time to bafile care; Tho’ we’re morta! now on earth, viet us pd heaven here. “Happinel alone puriue ; W here is more than dwells in wine? Each full bumper gives a new Pleafure to the theme divine. - é Why fhould.man, with forrow pining, Lofe a life of joy and eale ? “When | his blifs is fill refining 9 “ fublime: ‘delights like thefe. \ The Plan of the Publither is to embody ia one Grand Folio Vol lume, all the Sones, ancient and modern, inthe Englith Language, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs’; as well as Old Englith, witl bea added, a complete Index. * When Calliope and Clio to Britain’s rude Ifle. W BEN Callicpe and Clio to: Britain’s dice: ifle Perchance on a viliting came, ‘ vet t All then was confufion, till they dergned:to fala, And hoift here the ftandard of fame. - In procefs of time, by the mutes iad aid, Our a extended her ftway O’er empires and kingdoms; no land: ever Haale Of commerce and arts fuch difplay. : 4 At tengul full determin’d to fix their abode In England, the mufes agreed; For the foil here was good, and whenever they. fow’d XN Tt was corate to propagate feed. Mh Thus one we'll {purn at the {croyls me the — age, And their impotent eae defpife; For envy, and rancour, what ills they prefage, On themfelves are moft certain to rife. A Glafs of good Punch. Sung in * Poor Vulcan.” LS HESE mortals fay right, in their jovial abodes, That a glafs of good punch is the drink of the ods; : Take only a fmack of The nectar we crack of, M6 You'll find it is punch and no more: ~ The ingredients they mingle, Are contraries, fingie ; So are ours, they’re the elements four. Then, Bacchus, for thou art the drunkard’s pro- tector, ‘ Iffue inftant a fiat, * And let who dare deny it That nectar’s good punch, and that good punch is te nectar. “PUBLISHED at N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, = \ Where the preceding Numbers can be had. . ‘ | hie 252 THE CHARMS OF MELODY. : The Blind Sailor. ‘OME, never feem to mind it, + Nor count your fate a curfe; However fad you find it, Ver fome-body is worfe ; In danger fome muft come off fhort, Yet why fhould we defpair ; For if bold tars are Fortune’s {port, Still are they Fortune's care. \Why, when our veffel blew up, A fighting that there Non, Like fquibs and crackers flew up The crew, each mother’s fon ; They funk, fome rigging ftopt me fhort, While twirling in the air ; Aud thus if tars are Fortune’s {port, Still are they Fortune’s care. Young Peg of Portsmouth’s common, Had like to ’ave been my_wife ; Long fide of fuch a woman, I’d led a pretty life; A landfman, one Jem Devenport, She convoy’d to Horn Fair; And thus though tars are Fortune’s fport, They ftill are Fortune’s care. A fplinter knocked my nofe off, My bow fprit’s gone. I cries, Yer well it kept their blows off, Thank God ’twas not my eyes ; Chance if again their fun’s that fort, . Let’s hope I’ve had my fhare ; Thus if bold tars are Fortune’s {port, They ftill are Fortune’s care. Scarce with thefe words I’d outed, Glad for my eyes and limbs, When a cartridge burft and donted Both my two precious glims: Well, then they’re gone, cried I in fhort, Yet fate my life did {pare ; And thus though tars are Fortune’s fport, They ftill are Fortune’s care. I’m blind, and I’m a cripple, Yet chearful would 1 fing Were my difafters triple, *Caufe why ’twas tor my king; Befides, each chriftian I exhort, Pleas’d will fome pittance fpare 5 And thus though tars are Fortune’s {port, They ftill are Fortune’s care. Dibdin. Ten years, like Troy, my ftubborn Heart. as years, like Troy, my ftubborn heart Withftood th’ affault of fond’defire : But now, alas! I fell a fmart, Poor I, like Troy, am fet on fire. With care we may a pile fecure, And from atl common {parks defend : But oh! who can a houfe fecure, When the celeftial flames defcend! Thus was I fafe, till from your eyes Deitructive fires are brightly given: Ah! who can fhun the warm turprize, When, lo: che lightning comes from heav’n. 4 The Drummer. Byers Ted Tattoo is my natty namie, For a roll or a revally, Among the girls loud founds my fame, When I my quarters rally; For, with fite and drum, I fmirking come; - Leer, cock my hat, Swear, and all that, : Nor ever dread A broken head, Where the caufe of ftrife’s a doxy: But as for wars, . And wounds and fears, © And fighting foes, And thumps and blows, I’d rather fight by proxy. When chiefs and privates mingled lie, And gafp without affifiance, In baggage waggon perch’d up, 1 Stand umpire at a diftance; And with fife and drum, I imirking come, *Mongii foldiers wives, Who lead merry lives, Nor ever dread A broken head, Where the caufe of ftrife’sa doxy: Let their hifbands go, And ’gainft the foe, Gain glory’s fears, Io honor’s wars, I’d rather fight by proxy. Yet think I am not renowned, In Foreign wars and civil, Why, fir, when fafe at home and found, Zounds: I could fight the devil! And with fife and drum, © Can {mirking come, And cock my hat, Leer, and all that, % Nor ever dread A broken head, . Where the caufe of ftrife’s a doxy : Let others go, And ’gainft the foe, Gain glory’s {cars, In honor’s wars, I’d rather fight by proxy. Thusthro’ the world I make a noife, Where’er I’ma fojourner, The mighty wonder and iurprize ' Of ev’ry chimney corner here with fife and drum, I fmirking come, And rap out zounds, And talk of wounds, Nor ever dread © A broken head, Where the caute of firife’s a doxys They’re fools who go, ea And ’gainft the foe, In glory’s wars, a Gam honor’s fears ; " I'm wife ,and fight by proxy, __ a ate ll, bi te THE CHARMS As tippling John was jogging on. Sung in ‘ The Provok’d Wife.’ A S tippling John was jogging on, | Upona riot night; ° .. With tott’ring pace, and fiery face, Sufpicious of high flight : The guards, who took him by his look, For fome chief fire-brand, Afk’d, whence he came; what was his name: Who are you? ftand, friend, fland. I’m going home ; from meeting come. Ay, fays one, that’s the cafe : Some meeting he has burnt, you fee The flame’s ftill in his face. _ John thought ’twas time to purge the crime; And faid, ’twas his intent, For to affwage his thirfty rage; That meeting ’twas he meant. 4 , Come, friend, be plain, you trifle in vain, Says one; pray, let us know, ‘That we may find how you're inclin’d, Are you high-church, or low? ohn faid to that, I’ll tell you what, To end debates and ftrife ; | All I can fay, this is the way I fteer my courfe of life. I ne’er to Bow nor Burgels go, To fteeple-houfe, nor hall; The brifk bar-bell befts fuits my zeal, ‘With, gentlemen, d’ye call? Now judge, am 1 low-church, or high? From tavern or the fleeple, Whofe merry toll exalts the foul, And makes us high-flown people. The guards came on, and look’d.at John, Wirth countenance moft pleafant: By whifper round, they all foon found, » - He was no dang’rous peatant ; ; So while John ftood the beit he cou by Expecting their decifion ; | Pox on’t, fays one, let him be gone, He’s of our own religion. Make Hay whilft the Sun fhines. IS a maxim I hold, whilft I live to purfue, Tt Nota thing to defer, which to day I can do: This piece of good counfel attend to, I pray, For while the fun fhines is the time to make hay. Attend the dear nymph to an arbour or grove, In her eer gently pour the foft poifon of love: With kifies and preffes your rapture convey, For while the fun fhines is the time to make hay. | If Chloe is kind, and gives ear to your plaint, Declare your whole fentiments free from reftraint : Enforce your petition, and make no delay ; For while the fun fhines 1s the time to make hay. . But fhould you the prefent occafion let pafs, "The world may with juftice ploclaim you an afs : “Then brifkly attack her, if longer you flay, ‘The fun may noi fhine, and you cannot make hay. OF MELODY. Donnybrook Fair. Written by J. S, DODD, M. D. Tune— Dear, Catholic Brother.’ TTEND my dear honeys, and [ will declare, The funthat I had at laft Donnybrook fair; My Juggy and I, we went there in a noddy, Alone, by ourfelves, with but one other body. And that other body was Terence O’Regan, A goflip to me, and my dear Juggy Fagan : With both our fhilalas we ftoutly fet our, Och! we ftuck to the ftuff, and we made a fine rout. My Juggy and I to preferve our character, Were dreft top from toe in our own manufacture; For the devil a morfel of Manchefter cotton, To hurt our own weavers, would fhe ever put on. And Terry and I both fo fightly were feen, With our coats and our {mall cloaths of Carrick ratteen; For never no purchafe fhould ever be made From thofe who petition’d againft our free trade. 4 When we got to the fair,Och! we tippl’d the whifkey, Till Yerry, and Juggy, and I, were both frifky; - Then we danc’d like a lipperchon, fung with our voice, *Till the devil’s own mother ne'er faw fuch a noife- ’ Quite hungry we grew, with our fqualling and dancing, And we took a fpoleen for to fettle our prancing; But a fair is worth nothing without a good fight, So we kick’d up a duft and we battled outright. *Twould do your hearts good to behold all the thumps, . The kicks, cuff and knocks, and the bloody nofe dumps, ete We whack’d, and we thwack’d till we bled at both ends, , Then we kifs’d and we drank, to fhew we were all friends. To crown all our frolicks, as homeward we came The driver fell off; and the horfe it grew lame, Poor Juggy was fick, and did hic-cup and ftare. And thefe were the pleafures of Donnybrook. fare Mh Fee | pene ore: When Molly {miles beneath her Cow. WHEN Melly fmiles beneath her cow, I feel my heart I can’t tell how ; When Molly is on Sunday drett, On Sundays I can take no ref. What can I do ? On working days I leave my work on her to gaze. What fhall I fay? at fermagns I Foget the text, when Molly’s by. Good mafter curate, teach me how To mind your preaching and my plough; And if for this you'll raife a fpell, A good fat goofe will thank you well. wee in) Vee eee, eee o ee gr oe “ - ‘The Cottagers. Par from the buftle of the Town, In Hymen’s pleafing yoke, Contented drew a harmlefs pair, Whom Vice could ne’er provoke. An humble Farm their wants fupply’d, They knew one only carem Anna, the beauty of the dale, - Surpaffing all the fair. The damafk rofe bloom’d in her cheek ; Her hair had learn’d to flow In artlefs ringlets round her neck, White.as the new-fall’n fnow. In crowds the fons of wealth repair’d This lovely nymph to view; Nor left untried the num’rous arts Which wanton minds purfue. But giddy fplendor fued in vain ; For Anna’s placid breatt Nature had taught to fpurn the thought aN Which was not ftri€tly chafte. But William, ftranger to all guile, Indulg’d a latent flame, And felt a paffion fire his foul He knew not how toname ; Eager he flew to ev’ry {port Where Anna lent her aid; . Divinely happy, if a fmile R Fell from the heav’nly maid. i His flame the nymph could not refift ; Her tender bofom heav'd ~ With mutual fondnefs for the fwain ; His ev’ry vow believ’d. ' *, ‘The guileful proffers of the gay She calmly heard unmov’d; To William’s truth the gave her hand, For him fhe truly lov’d. ee Edwin-and Anna. Se in the weftern fky, Phoebus fheds a glowing light ; O’er the wide and barren heath Slowly falls the gloom of night. Wandering, fad, with weary fteps, A Anna quits her once-lov’d home, f Driven by keen and bitter forrow hrough the weary wafte to roam, ' fee Once fhe lov’d the gentle Edwin, \ . Heedlefs of his humble lot ; Nor even now, though banifh’d from him, Is his love and faith forgot. Ev'ry hour, once pafs’d fo gaily, To remembrance ftill is dear, And her truth refifts temptation, ‘Though her dwn is not near. ‘len, rich and high in favour, Seeks fair Anna for his bride, a And her friends, by av’rice guided, Claims obedience on her fide ae " he i i gt, Be % ae q af F - Driven by force and fharp reproaches, In detpair fhe feeks the fhore, =» - Where fhe faw her love departing ; Him fhe fears to fee no-more! - Now the black’ning tempeft rifing, High the furge with fury roars, Vivid lightning glares around her, And the rain unceafing pours. Carelefs of the ftormy weather, Anna ftrains her frantic eyes, . | And beholds the wrecking veffel, “In the gloomy profpeé rife. Vainly buffeting the billows, Seamen every effort try ; Soon fhe fplits upon the breakers— Hark oh difmal isthe cry. Anna views with fpeechlefs horror ‘This fad fcene,—-a wreck fhe {pies, And the name of //adora Stikes at once her wond’ring eyes. y. *T'was the bark in which young Adwiz, When he bid her laft adieu, Ventur’d to a diftan: climate, Wealth and honour to accrue. hy ‘“‘ Though in life,” fhe cry’d, “ we’re parted, «« Sull in death we meet again: . “« Edwin !—now I die with pleafure, “ Since we fhare an equal pain |” As-the fprung into the ocean, | One poor failor gain’d the fleep, Who with looks of terror view’d her _ Wildly plunge into the deep. Silly maiden! thus prefuming To arraign the power of Fate! While you madly feek deftruétion Heav’n may fend relief too late. Prompted by a fecret ici auee) Quick he dives into.the main, is And with tranfport grafp’d her garments, Trufting once morg land to gain. ~ Providence his hopes befriending, Throws them on the frjendly fhore, | Where with looks of fondeft rapture, Edwin fees his love once more. “* Anna !—dearett of all maidens ! ‘“ Hear thy faithful Edwin’s voice ! | “ Now reftor’d with hard fav’d treafure, ““ Come to bid thy heart rejoice.” Soon reviv'd by his endearments, Anna heard the joyful tale, And with heartfelt tranfport led him To the cottage in the vale. There, atoning by contritién, For her impious rafh attempt, Soon fhe gain’d her father’s pardon, As on gain his foul was bent. Now rich Alen is difcarded ; Edwin claims her for his own; © Thus was conftancy rewarded— Thus be true love ever known ! Py With the preffure of defpeir; But rely—that heav’nly oodnefs Will at length remove their care. 1 \ SIREN MED TE YS THE v CHARMS OF MELODY, « fi The Plan of the Publither isto embody in one Grand Folio Velume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language, » worth preferving—forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,.War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourows, Sea, and Political _ Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Irth, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c.———T which will be added, a complete Index. Be Young Pat. : ir the land of Hibernia youngPat Mirew. his breath, And ture ever fince he has teaz’d me to death, For fo fweetly he fings, and makes love with fuch art, _ By the faith of St. Patrick he’s fhot thro’ my hearts ~ With his gramachree, Molly, Och, what can Ido? _ He vows, if I’ll enter the conjugal life, He’ll—oh, to be fure—only make me his wife! Then fo tender he looks when we lovingly chat, _ That I long to be married—but won’t tell him that. { With his gramachree, Se. A Tait Sunday at church he muft fain tell the prieft, In a week or two more, we’d be wedded, at leatt, ' And fure fince he faid it, my confcience does fay, If he don’t lead me there, I will thew him the way L WP 2th his gramachree, Se. _ Autumn’s plenteous Crops appear. BaP PUMA plenteous crops appear, 44 (Glorious feafon of the year) ‘See, the happy nymphs and {wains, (Source of all the paft’ral ftrains) O’er their arms are fickles hung, And the ruftic ballad’s fung, As they trip acrofs the plains, Happy nymphs and happy fwains. “Yellow ftems bow down their heads, Homage to the rural maids ; - Jocund whilft at work they’re found, And the village news goes round: ‘Each fwain near the lafs he loves, “And the day in friendfhip moves; To the joys of harveft field, Ev'ry pleature elfe mufi yield. ‘See them now, with ftomachs good, ‘Round a dith of folid food, Sitting ina fhady feat, Shelter’d from meridian heat: And by harmlefs chat and jokes, ‘Shew how bleft are country folks ; Happy, happy, happy they — Chearful pafs the time away. The Veftry. Dinner. HURCH Warden I’ve been, let me fee, very often, You know “tis a place of much truft : | And its monft’rous fatigues anditshardfhips to foften g Pp We eat, aye and drink, till we burit : We meets and we talks about how and confarning, As {pokefman, I’m always beginner, But never {fo pleas’d as to give out this warning 3 Next Monday’s a veftry dinner : ‘ And none but an ill, foul-mouth’d fellow’d abufe, » A-inug little dinner, and plenty of booze. At job parith meetings, how oft’ I’ve attended, And talk’d till I chatter’d my fill ; As how things were fo bad that they ought to be mended, But firft we all fwallow’d our jill : For why? talk’s fatiguing, and moifture is wanting By all fpeakers, or elfe I’m no finner! And to make us more thrifty,to hear we’re all pant- ing, Next Tuefday’s a veftry dinner. And none, Fee When talking of paupers, it fo hurts one’s feelings, (Indeed Pmynot dealing a flam) So preys on the narvous, you'll oft’ fee us reeling, Tho’ nothing we’ve touch’d but a dram : But e’er we have fettled about the relieving Each famifh’d and half-ftarv’d poor finner, IT cries in the’ midft of our forrow and grieving, Next We’n’fday’s a veltry dinner. sy | And none, Fe. w Feafts on Thurfdays and Fridays, and Saturdays follow, On bus’nefs *tis always we dine: “ Well-fed argument, folks fay, yéur ftarv’d-talk beats hollow, ; When moiften’d with tongue-oiling wine! Then who’d not be warden, who breathes in his fenies, Fine picking he’ll find on the bone ! Ev'ry week-day I'll feaft upon parith expenfes, And on Sunday flarve on my own. “ { r . PUBLISHED at N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, oe Re eh. ° ‘ \ Gt iS) ni \ SR ae er Kh gy eit. > . And none, Be. > / “ys ih : iat ‘ The Fox Chafe. bgt Aone; 4 Shela Ne Guira.’ + Hasx. hark, jolly fport{men, awhileto my tale, Which to pay ee attention, [’m dure cannot fail, Tis of lads, and of horfes, anddogs that ne’er tire, 3 O’er fionewalis and hedges, thro ota bog and briar. A pack of fuch hounds, ‘anda fet of fuck men, Tis a fhrewd chance if ever you meet with again ; Had Nimrod, the mighti’ft of. hunters, been there, | *# oregad he had fhook like an afpin for fear. In feventeen hundred, and forty and four, The fifth of December, I think ’twas no more, | At five in the morning, by moft of the clocks, Ee We rode from Kilruddery in fearch of a fox. The Laughlinftown landlord, the bold Owen Bray, And Johnny Adair, too, was with us that day ; Joe Debill, Hall Prefton, that hunt{man fo ftout, Dick Holmes, a few others, and fo we fet-out. We cat “of our hounds for’an Be or more, . When Wanton fet up a moft tuneable roar; E ' « Hark,” toWanton, cry *dJoe, and the reft were not se flack, For Wanton’s no trifle, efteem’d in the pack. Old Bonny and Collier came readily in, And ev’ry hound join’d in the mufical dials Had Diana been there, fhe’d been pleas’d to the life, x And one of the lads got ‘a goddefs to wife. : ‘Then minutes pait nine was the time of the day, When Reynard broke’cover, and this was his way; | As ftrong fromKilleager, as tho’ he could fear none, Away he brufh’d round by the houfe of Killternan. _ . YoCarrick-mines thence, andtoCherry-wood, then Y Steep Shank-hillheclimb’ d,and to Ballyman-glen, | Bray Common he crofs’d, leap’ d lord Anglefey’s wall, And feem’d to fay “ little I value you all. a ---He san Buth’s grove, up to Carbury Ben 5, Joe Debill, Hall Prefton, kept leading by turns; ‘The earth it was open, yet he was fo ftout, . | Tho’ he might, have got in, yet he chofe to keep out; -'To Malpas high hills was ‘the w ay then he flew, - At Dalkey ftone-common we had him in view; He drove on by Bullock, thro’ fhrub Glanagery, ~ And fo on to Mountown, where Laury grew weary. Thro’ Roche’s-town wood like an arrow he pafs’d, And came to the fleep hills of Dalkey at laft: There gallantly plung’d himfelf into the fea, And faid in his heart * fure none dare follow me.” But foon to his coft, he perceiv’d that no bounds Could ftop the purfuit of the ftaunch mettl’d hounds; His policy here did not ferve hima ruth, r Five couple of tarters were hard at his bruth, To recover the fhore, then again was his drift, He ee? he could reach to the top of the clift, found both of {peed and of cunning alack, ing way-laid, and kill’d by the reft of the pack. S . Athbisdeath here st ere predent the lads thatI’ve fung, Me. Save Laury, who, riding a garron, was flung; Thus ended, at length, a moft delicate chace, That peld us five hours and ten minutes fpace. We feturn’d to Killruddery’s plentiful board, Where dwells hofpitality, truth, and my Lord; ; We talk’d o’er the chate, and we toafted the h eaith ; Of the man that ne’er vary’d for places or wealth. .,} ean, Owen Bray bauik’d a leap’ fays Hall Frefton, . * "twas odd,” } « *Pwas thameful” ery’d Jack * by the great liv- Bx <3 “ing *r# ‘ id Prefton, “I holloo’d, get on, tho’ you fall,: por Wl leap over you, your blind gelding and all.” = ale “Tie creas 0 ‘OF inion. Pe Written by Mr. Mozrey. y So fhall you live exempt fr Each ye tS was adapted to Free dom an For party affairs were confign d to th Thus we finith’d the halt the day and the as In gay flowing bumpers, and focial delight. ‘) hen till the next meeting bid fi eileach brother, Se fome they went one way, and fome went another ; As Phoebus befriended our earlier roam, So Luna took care in panne hekig us home. a How bleft has my Time been. How; bleit has my time been, what joys have I Since w ee. ’s foft bondage made Jefly my own, _ So joyful my heart is, fo eafy my chain, That freedom is taftelefs, and roving. a pain, | Thro’ walks grown with w oodbines as often we ftray Around us our boys and girls frolic and play, How pleafing their {port is, the wanton ones fee, Who borrow their looks from my Jeffy and me. ‘To try her fweet temper, fome times am I feen In revels all day with the nymphs on the green, Tho’ painful my abfence, my doubts fhe beguiles, And meets nie Ba ghe with eo beeaye and imiles. What tho’ on her cheek. the rofe lofes its hue, Her wit and good humour bloom all the year thro’; Time ftill, as he flies, adds increafe to her truth, And gives toher mind what he fleals from her youth. ’ Ye fhepherds fo gay who make love to enfnare, And cheat with falfe vows the too credulous fair, In fearch of true pleafure how vainly you roam! To hold it for life you 2s aes it at home. Y E. verdant Wisods and chat ais, By whofe enamel’d fide i39 - I fhar’d the fun’s ee beams, While Colin was m No more your fhades or aufhurs pleat’ Poor Sylvia’s love-fick mind; — No rural feenes can give her eale, Since Coligaproves unkind. Come, gloomy eve, and veil the fky ~ With clouds of darkeft hue, _ & Wither, ye plants—ye flow’ rets die, He Uncheer’d with balmy dew ; = 7 Ye fweetly warbling birds;*nod-more>* 1Q 7.) Your fongs can cheer my mind, ¥ Ta My hours of joy, alas! areo’er, ; ; Since Colin proves unkind. T’'ll hie me to fome dreary grove, gra For fighing forrow made, Where nought but plaintive trains £ Refound thro’ ev'ry fhade ; Where the fad turtle’s melting grief, With Philomela’s in Alone fhall yield m elief, a Since Colin prc unkind. Be warn’d by Sylvia’s ye maids ! 651 And fhun the foft « 7 Ge . o. Tho’ love’s own ele pe aay ; aly Tis alladan scheat. . Fly, quickly fiy the faithlefs fwai rain, ei His treach’rous arts vom ae he oe pain, : Whil ae agin ais? a ~ a ee | , oy a o Cn ; : ' i on ma 7 aoe, ae : * “THE CHARMS OF MELODY. Site es 28 a 4 fers eae - ‘a 5 2 i ‘The.Cottage of Content. — he Evelyn 60 ae i @ a cottage I live, and the cot of Content, O® my dear Evelyn, why would you fight Mes Tho’ its ‘voof’s neither lofty nor low, One that had fuch a gragh for you? ti _ May boaft that “tis bleft like a patriarch’s tent, With all che kind gods can beftow : *Tis a ftation that yields me a {pring of delight, Which lordlings may envy to fee; | Anda king might behold it, and fay, does this wight - blefling poffeis more than me? Don’t you remember when you would invite me, To take oné pog nor two with you? Oh, my dear Shawn, Iwas but a fhoking, When that [told you that fame {kale ;' Hi, ho, you may be a packing, You me’ér thall pog my fheek nor hl ‘ Mi Whic, whac, ee. ‘j &) Wh I / My tenement flands on the brow of a hill, Where on mammon and pride I look down; While the cuckoo’s note join’d with the clack of the. mill I prefer to the clack of the town: : Of my houfe I’m the fov’reign, my wife is ‘my queen, _. | And fhe rules while fhe feeks to obey ; ae _ Thus the autumn of life like the fpring-tide ferene, _ Makes November as cheerful as May. Oh, my dear Evelyn, that’s a fad ftory, For one that loves you from his cree ; I thought you were the beft of women’s, » Ah, why would you prove falfe to me? When your father and your mother They would be a crying, ' : Why would not you marry your.own dear Shawn? _ Hi, ho, gi mana diute tatoo malta der maldd. Whic, whac, Fc. We Pie down'with the lamb, and i ae with the lark, Health, fpirits, and vigour to thare, Bi Bord fel on my pillow no thorns in the dark, © Which the deeds of the day planted there: _ And tho’ bigots each night, to elude heav’n’s wrath, To their daints-and their woodén gods pray ; ~ Superftition I court net for daggers of lath, In my fleep to drive demons away. Yet let not. shi teste boaft of his blifs, Nor to felf be life’s comforts confin’d, - As he certainly merits all bleffings to ails, “Who has no focial impulfe of mind : \ For my friend I’ve a board, a bottle and bed," f And more welcome that This if he’s poor ; JNor fhall he who looks up for a flice of my bread, » Tho’a firanger, be dhut from my door. a” T have got bonny cows and gowins, That will give you bonny milk and curds, And ev’ry thing'that’s fitting for the women’s; Na critan too mitha, afk the hurds, ; With a pawder in braw anda filver crofs, ' The like in your life you never faw, Hi, ho, armanda dona, the fuggart will blefs Your pawder in braw- = WO hic, what, €c. We Oh, my dear Shawn, then fend for the fuggart, That I may be maw raw hkin with you; i I wear no brog or borrogh coat, " But a ftawkie glofs, and a high- -heel fhoe: Oh, yes, and by my faith and better you fhall wear, When that is ell colloping glofs, . i, ho, armadanda dona, what fport will be there, When we come upon the mafs. Whic, whac, See + No fervant I flint, nor put key on my cock, To favea poor. Tee of {mall-beer ; Nor butt’ry, nor pantry difgrac’ d with a lock, | All proclaim that old Gripe-all Rarves here : Fo the mifer on bolts and on bars may porcn i o keep thieves and robbers at bay : 4 Dat domeftic attachment my houfe fhall aan, From free- booters by night and Hey day. Phillgs. Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘The Shepherd's Lottery. ng & ® Woman as cunning as Man. g in the Comic Opera of ‘ The Shepherd's Fars WW Gat beauties does my nymph difclofe2? _ Lefs fair the filver lily blows; ' Such. blufhes glow not on the rofe, : As on the cheeks of Phillis. The other day, upon the green, ; I faw a nymph of heav’nly mien; I ran to greet the Cyprian queen, But found it was my Phillis. a My pride is to hold all mankind in my chain; The ‘conqueft I prize, tho’ the flaves I difdain; I’ll teaze them, and vex them, I’il plague and perplex them: | _ Since men try all arts our weak fex,to betray, Tl fhew them a woman’s as cunning as they. - By moffy grot with ivy bound, ‘ r Where fragrant woodbines curl round, wh And daifies dapple o’er the ground, | I fit and murmur Phillis. And when the lark with dewy wings, a i Pa ae Damon ador’d me, and Lycon the vain, _ By turns I encourag’d each amorous fwain; To hail the morn exulting fprings, a ‘They knelt, and they trembled, I rife and tune the trembling firings, i“ ., Efmil'd and diffembled, Tt o praife my deareft, Philiis. Pa ad Since men try all arts our weak fex to betray, ry ty Vl thew them a woman's as cunning as they. When firft I faw the blooming maid, . e j I gaz’d, enraptur’d and difmay’ d; pea 5 _ Then hear me, ye a and my counfel believe, My falt’ring tongue was quite afraid yee la ’ | Refift all their wiles, the deceivers deceive: To tell my pangs to k Phillis. “— a: : Their canting and whining, » Then Cupid aim'd his tharpeft dart; 4 % Their fighing and pining, At once'l felc the pleafing {mart, “hk aS hat very hour I loft my heart ; And now it dwells with Phillis, ut ! ie Are all meant as baits our weak fex to betray: Yo Then a prov. there are women as joining as they. + x raw -.. FSA 8 este veins 0 000 DE RN > ida ‘ce That’ ating much,” quoth Lance Pot Defend thee by an en ne - : Sir lutiteelot du Lake. -. They fet their fpears unto their = And mach at bther fly. Scud ee —- They couch’d their fpears, (their horfes ran ei WW BENG Arthur firft in court began, ; As though there eit thunder) } “ And was approved king, 1 And ftruck them each amidft ee a Wherewith they brome funder. By force of arms great vict’ries wan, And conqueft home did bring : Their horfes backs break under them, nto Ee Then into England ae he came | The knights were both aftound = d With fifty good and a To ’void their horfes they made hafte, OSS Knights, that reforted unto him, And hi * upon th nd. And were of his round table: 8 po “ste if They took them to their fhields fullfaft, = Their {words they drew out then, . i With mighty ftrokes moft eagt ny ; Each atthe other ran, ¢ | And many jufts and turnaments, pee | Weert were many preft ; _~ ‘Wherein fome knights did then excel, ‘And far furmount the reft. They wounded were, and bled full fore, of But one Sir Lancelot du Lake, For breath they both did ftand ; | Who was approved well, And leaning on their fwords eahile, “Te He, for his deeds and feats ‘of arms, * Quoth Tarquin, “hold deatieaey ec ; » . All others did excel. g, , , % 3 « And tell t hat I fhallafk.” : When he had refted him aw hile, ‘ od Shae aos «Say on,” quoth Lanc’lot, “ tho’,” “ Thou art,” quoth. Tarquin, “ the bet knigh “ That ever I did know. re © And like a night, that I did hate ; 5 «« So that thou be not he, — ‘«« T will deliver all the reft, ‘ And eke accord with thee.” Rs That j is wel] faid,” -quoth Lancelot; a us dy « But fince it muft be fo, age oe What knight is that ‘hath thus; : “I pray thee to me fhew Oy res His name is Lancelot du Lake, « 3 * “* He flew my bretherdear; “ Him I fufpeé& of all the ref; Me hi. “ I would I had him here! Le ee ‘be ee "Thy with thou haft, but yet unknown, “T’m Lancelot du La ug “ Now knight of peatees s table den “King Haud’s fon of Schuwake ; ete a He {aid he would go prove himfelf 3 } In fome advent’rous fport. : In play, and game, and {port, : | He armed rode in foreft wide, | . * And met a damfel fair, Who told him of adventures great, Whereto he gave good ear. e « Such would’ I find,” quoth Lancelot ; , . For that caufe came I hither.” . “ Thou feem’ft,” quoth fhe, ‘a knight full good, « And I will bring thee (Hither sae + ¢ - ¢ ~ , “© Whereas a mighty knight doth dw Bn -* That now is of great fame; Therefore tell me what wight thou arti pag “ And what may be thy name.’ , & My name is Lancelot du Lake.” ew Quoth the, “ it likes me then; _ * ‘Here dwells a knight who never was * ae * Yet match’d with any man; | « And I defire thee do thy wort’ =i.) we « Who has in prifon three feore knights my hod! door Teruatiae pee ea a ; _ ~* And four, that he did wound: « Onié of us two! dhalt end Aa . ‘oy | “ Knights of king Arthur’s court they be, « Before that we do go. aS. #. zi : « And of his table round.” é rub tee 2 : “If thou be Lancelot du Laker!) > 94.5 Seg ae She brought him to a river fide, “ Then welcome fhalt thou be; ” 3¥ es Wher allo to a es ee “ Wherefore fee thou thyleit defend, at ereon a copper bafon hung, ' “R defy Even ‘ i : . And many fhields to fee. Of 20 ae We . They buckled then together fo, He ftruck fo hard, the bafon broke, _ 7 1 - Like unto wild boars tufhing, Ls And Tarquin foon he ff yd ir {words and ; Who drove a horfe eta Lid faft, Aas giles Contear ae a a Whereon a knight lay ty’d. Te a ¥ Wn & ; uitek The ground befprinkled was with blood 5 ad +e 3 “ Sir knight,” then faid Sir Lancelot, Tarquin began to yield; ~ ‘ “ Bring me that horfe-load hither : For he gave back for wearinels: : . ae « And lay him down, and let him reft ; ‘And do wedi bele ante fhield. “ We'll try our force together: is foon Sir Lancelot efj “ Por, as I underftand, thou halt, is foon Sir Lancelot efpy ‘d, He leapt upon him th ge Belt ot defpive and fame unto He ag d a down pen bi knee, a Ca 7 E ‘ n i g ie The knights of the round table.” And rushing off his helm, Forthwith h k hi ki eo “If thou be of the table round, Teast ee ‘idea de ean ¥ - ~Quoth Tarquin, fpeedily, ¥F ifon, threei Both thee and all thy feilowfhip er ae — utterly Hea ¥, 4 “The Irith Wedding. be! _ Sung by Mr. Cauuan, in ‘Phe Irifbman in London,’ with great applaufe. GURE wont you hear, what roaring cheer, Was fpread at Paddy’s wedding, oh! And how do gay, they: {pent the day From churching to the bedding, oh! Firft. book in hand, came father Quipes, With the Bride’s dadda, the Baily O,, While the chaunter, with the merry pipes, Struck up a lilt fo gaily O, Tiddery, Hidden, bc. ’ Now there ea Mat, and fturdy Pat, | And merry Morgan Murphy QB And Murdock Mags, and Tirloch Skags, ee M'‘ Laughlin and Dick Durfey QO; And then the girls, rigg’d out in wipes, Led on by dad O’Reilly O, When Pat was afk’d, if his love would laft, The chancel echo’d wid laughter O, by my foul, fays Pat, you may fay that . To the end of the works and after O; When tenderly her hand he:gripes, And kifies her genteely O, Then a roaring fet, at dinner was met, - So frolickfome Sadie Hall cy O,, Potatoes galore, a fkirrag or more, | With a flowing madder of whifky O; Then round, to be fure, didn’t go the {wipes, At the Bride’sexpence fo gaily 0, ‘And then at night, O what delight, To fee them cap’ring and prancing O, An opera’s ball were nothing at atl, Compar’d to the flile of their dancing O; _ ‘And then to fee old father Quipes, ' Beating time with his fhillela O,. And now the knot fo fucky are got, They’ ll go to fleep without rocking O, While the Bride maids fair, fo gravely prepare For throwing of the focking O; Decadorus we'll have, fays faiicr Quin, , Then the bride was kifs’d round genteely O, a While to wifh them good fun the merry pipes Struck up a lilt fo gaily Q. While, &c. W hile, kee WwW files ‘be. While, &c. Tiddery, tiddery, &e SIREN MEDLEY. Johannot’s Grinder. “Sung by him at the Theatre-Royal, Crow- Sree, with great _ applaufe. EARCH all the world high and low, Many a freak you’ll be finding, What do you think's all the go? By de hoky it’s nothing but grinding’, Terry Io! Io! * Scandal the devil can’t bind hews: The world is all * how came ye for”. And every profeffion’ s turn’d grinder. Law’s a ftate mill, and thofe elves The lawyers, like terrible giants, Grind all the grift for themfelves, And aot all the chaff for their clients,. Terry Io! Io! &e. Doéttors erind you 1 for fees fo pell mell That they kill you for mere prefervation ; For they know if they let you grow well You'd die foon enough of ftarvation, ae Terry Io! Io! Bice The gamefter he sain by the card, _O, fure he’s the devil’s own coufin, The taylor he grinds by the yard; And the baker he grinds by the dozen. Terry Io! Io! Re. The miller grinds north, eaft, weit, fouth, The barber at grinding’ $ a crammer; The church-warden’s got a wide mouth! " ‘And his grinders are like a fledge fanaieet Terry Io! To! &ec. Like coblers to make both ends meet, ‘Thus at grinding all flick to their teuleee : But old nick, whe all grinders can ‘beat, Will grind the whole boiling together. Terry Io! Io!) &eci, Bvtulie? $ orindérs are found woode “n walls, The Cambrian and Scot a’n't behind her, And, for aid, when Hi bernia cails, Sure Paddy’ s the ‘dévil’s own grinder. | Terry. To! Io! See o If ever eras’d from this breaft, Are your generous favours fo binding, May the devil grind me with the re ft, H Juda to properly hoifh his grinding Terry Io! bone Nice * a 7 a a rr ee. gee ercay, Ss ey oF —— 2'JO THE CHARMS OF MELODY. 3 i The Rural Ball. , ; i ; The Married Man. TTCHE gay Maddle Diddle had new ftrung his 4 fiddle, ® And hobbled away to the Rofe. Where he met with Tom Trot, who with pipe and with pot. Sat, jovially painting his nofe. There was Gregory too, and Nelly and Sue, And Peg that match’d Billy the tinker ; There were Maudlin and jerry, and Martin the Merry, And he with one peep, Ben the blinker. There were Judy his joy, for fhe lov’d the blind boy, y (A fweet cooing couple they were) | And Martin the merry fung hey down, down derry, *Caufe Fanny, his fair-one, was there. There-was bandy-legg’d Joe, almoft how-came ye fo, And Hannah thattwifts like a lizard; With hunch-backed Nan, and her timber-toed Jan, Who the juftice once took for a wizard. Firft a chirruping cup, and old catgut ftruck up, And flourith’d a tune of his own; But Peg baul’d aloud, fhe wou’d batter his crown, Unilefs he wou’d’play Bobbing Joan. Then how they did jump, huftle, buftle and ftump, And jig it, and jog it, and’ trip it, Tall they fweat, ftunk and ftar’d, as if they'd been {car’d, And about, in and out they did whip ite Now tir'd with dancing, ide with their prancing, They fat foot to foot, and did fwill; Till’ Pes, with a hic-eup, a duft try’d to kick up, ’Caufe Nan was too free with her Will. — _But Will, with a frown, fwore he'd ftraight knock her down, If fhe did not fit fill, and be quiet ; For that no faucy punk, becaufe mad and drunk, Shou’d break up the ball with a-riot. That’s right, faid Tom Trot ; and feizing the pot, Here’s a health to the firength of the nation. They pledg’d him around, all but Peg, who, they _ “found, Was ready to fplit with vexation. Mild Maudlin, quite mellow, kifs’d Jerry, dear fellow ! _Love’s paffion had {corch’d ’em to tinder ; Grinning Greg, with fweet Sue, would have made miuch ado, But the tell-tales about them did hinder. Martin frifk’d with fair Fanny ; fays fhe, lor’ how can ye? Pooh! fee how my handkerchief’s torn, _ Ben leer’d at his Judey, as in a brown ftudy, But Hannah was left all forlérn. 7 . \Nelly’s bibo, Tom Trot, was fo fond of his pot, Neglected, poor girl, fhe might lie; Not regarding her {corn, or threats of the horn, He fwore he would drink ’till he’d die. Now they all being muzzy, each Hob and his huzzy, Some fung, others laugh’d, and fome cry’d; But old Tap-tub then come, and foon bundled them home, Where we'll leave ‘em till next merry tide. L AM marry’d and happy; with wonder hear this, Ye rovers and rakes of the age, Who laugh at the mention of conjugal blifs, Audwho only loofe pleafures engage: ¢ You may laugh, but believe me you're all in the wrong When you merrily marriage deride ; For, to marriage the permament pleafures belon And in them we can Mae. eric? my a , Ria : ee The joys which from lawlefs connexions arife, ~ Are fugitive, never fincere; - ~ mot Oft ftolen with hafte, or fnateh’d by furprize, Interrupted by doubts and by fear: But thofe which in legal attachments we find, When the heart is with innocence pure, Are from ey’ry imbitt’ring reflection refin’d, And to life’s lateft hour will endure. The love which ye boaft of, deferves not the nar True love is with fentiment join’d; } But yours is a paffion, a feverifh flame, — Rais’d without the confent of the mind. When, dreading confinement, ye miftreffes hire, . With this andwith that ye are cloy’d; Ye are led,and mifled, by a flatt’ring falfe fire, And are oft by that fire deftroy’d. } If you afl: me from whence my felicity flows, My anfwer is fhort—from a wife; . Who for cheerfulnefs, fenfe, and good-nature, chofe, | . at 4 Which are beauties that charm us for life. - To make home thefeat of perpetual delight, ~ Ev’ry hour each ftudies to feize; And we ourfelves happy, from morning night, By we mutual endeavours to pleafe. Matter Jenkins: Sung in‘ The Wiwes Revenged,’ ASTER Jenkins fmok’d his pipe, ‘And fwore he’d ne’er be married, But ’gainft each hufband threw fome wipe, Or dry jeft drolly carried : tae’ ; Matter Jenkins thought a wife cme > The greateit mortal evil, . ; 1 And {wore, to lead a huiband’s life: Mutt be the very devil. ys Mafter Jenkins {mok’d his pipe, At home, content, and married, - Regardlefs of each fneer or wipe, Or dry jeft drolly carried : Matter. Jenkins fwore a wife ~ Was not fo great an evil; And any but a hufband’s life ; Was now the very devil. , " < Mafter Jenkins fmok’d his pipe, And had been fome months married $ Severely now he felt each wipe, ; ‘or horns the poor man carried : Mafter Jenkins curs’d his wife, nd {wore of fiich an evil, To get well quit he’d part with life, Gr iend her to the devil. - oy et gt me B ai AE Opp ON VOTRE ORL ge Shae lau Rar g Wee? Wma eR YF 4 t Ny. PE A eee eres 2 ee iy ’ £y 4 irr ety : + ATONE , me, ‘ ¥ an ee oy =e hy _ THE CHARMS OF MELODY. A jolly brik Tar b ; é hh ; tf A Jolly brifk tar, but a little time fince, ‘As bold as a beggar, as drunk as a prince, Fell foul of an ale-houfe, and thinking it fin To pats without calling, reel’djovially in. Fi “ Derry down, &c. Scarce feated was he, when’the landlord pafs’d by, With pudding and beef, which attracted Jack’s eye ; By the main-maft, a fail, boys! then leapt from _ h his place, cree ss / And grafping his bludgeon, gave orders for chace. LG. Sigicas saa aneene teen Derry down, &c. < Now it happen’d together fome Frenchmen were ; met, + : : d i «Refolving foup-meagre and frogs to forget, — Convine’d of their error, commanded this feaft, | To be dreft and ferved up in the old Englith tafte. Derry down, &c. ‘At the heels of the landlord the failor appears, And makes the room ring with three Britith cheers; Then he fits himilelf down without further debate, And claps an old quid in his next neighbour’s plate. 5 BU ore Derry down, &e, Sure nothing could equal the Frenchmen’s furprize, When they fhrugeg’d up their fhoulders, and turn’d up their eyes; From one dropt a ha, and the other a hem 5 _ All gap’d at the landlord, the landlord at them. Derry down, &c. One, more bold than the reft, by his brethren’s ; advice, “* Made a fneaking attempt to come in for a flice, Jack, cutting his hand, quickly gave him a check, Cry’d, “ down with your arms, or 1’ll foon {weep the deck.” ie Derry down, &c. The landlord enrag’d, now approach’d from afar, And fneaking behind, feiz’c the, arms of the tar; “ [ have him,” * fays he, but he cou’d fay no more, _. Ere he fgund his dull pate where his heels ftood before, ; Derry down, &c. The landlord thus {prawling, the Frenchmen unite, : Each ye up his knife, and prepares for the 2 fight ; 3 Ge quarters,” cries Jack, “I would not have you so sthink: « Strike, frilee, you frog-eaters, ftrike, ftrike, er you fink.” ; . : Derry down, &c. So faying, he handled his trufty oak flick, And pour’d in his broadfides fo flout and fo thick; So well play’d his part, in a minute, that four Were decently laid with their hoft on the floor. r Derry down, &c. The reft all difmay‘d at their countrymen’s fate, For fearthat Jack’s flick fhould alight on their pate, Acknowledg’d him viétor and lord of the main, -' Withall humbly entreating to bury their flain. Derry down, &c. Three cheers then he gave, but infified that they For the beef, for the pudding and porter fhould pay ’ They agreed; fo the “faiior reel’d off with his wench, And fung as he reel’d, “ Down, down, dowm with f fo. the-French.” Churchill. Derry down, &c. » The Broom of Cowdenknows. —s_” HOw tithe wast each morn to fee My {waif come o’er the hill! He leap’d the brook, and flew to me: - TI met him with good will. I neither wanted ewe, nor lamb, While his flocks near me lay : He gather’d in my fheep at night, And chear’d me all the day. Ch! the broom, the bonny bonny broom, Where loft was my repofe ; I with I was with my dear fwain, — With his pipe and my ewes. \ ‘ He tun’d his pipe and reed fo fweet, The birds ftood lift’ning by : The fleecy flock fiood ftill and gaz’d, - Charm’d with his melody : While thus we fpent our time, by turns, Betwixt our flocks and play, Kn Lenvy’d not the faireft dame, . Tho’ e’er fo rich and gay. . _O! the broom, &e. , He did oblige meev’ry hour, 5 Cou’d I but faithful be? He ftole my heart, cou’d I refufe vWhate’er he afk’d of me? Hard fate! that I,muft banifh’d be, Gang heavily and mourn. bs Fe i Becaufe I lov’d the kindeft fwain That ever yet was born. O! the broom, &c. Oh! fie Shepherd, fie. AS t’other day o’er the green meadow I pat, e A {wain overtook me, and held my hand faft ; ‘Then cry’d “ my dear Lucy, thou caufe of my care, * How long muft thy faithful young Thyrfis de- fpair? “To crown my foft wifhes, no longer be fhy !” — But frowning, I anfwered,‘Oh! fie, fhepherd, fie.” He told me his paffion, like time fhould endure, That beauty, which kindled his flame, would fecure; That all my'fweet charms were for pleafure’ de- fign’d, ey And youth was the feafon to love, and be kind. Lord what cou’d I fay ! I could hardly deny, And faintly Lutter’d, Oh! fie, fhepherd, fie. “ge : x He {wore with a kifs that he could not refrain, I told him ‘twas rude, but he kifs’d me again ; My condudt, ye fairsones, in queflion, ne’er,call, Nor think I did wrong, I did nothing at all; Refolyd-to refift, yet inclin’d to comply, Now guedfs, if I ftill faid, Oh! fie, fhepherd, fe. ey rs Chey 4 The Queen of Love. o* . AV. OU you the charming queen of love. Invite with you to dwell, No want your poverty fhou’d prove, No flate your riches tell: Both her and happinefs to hold, A middie flate muft pleafe,; They fhun the houfe that fhines with gold, _ And that which fhines with greafe. The wandering Jew. ia moft partsof Chriftendom, and is, perhaps, as well grounded on uninterrupted tradition as many of the ftanding miracles now believed. The origin of the {tory is particulary defcribed here—and there have been fome books written on the fubject. AAs as in fair Jerufalem Our Saviour Chrift did live, And for the fins of all the world His own dear life did give; The wicked Jews with fcoffs and fcorns Did daily him moleft, That never, till he left his life, Our Saviourcould not reft. When they had crown’d his head with aes And fcourg’d him to difgrace, In feornful fort they led him forth, Unto his dying place; Where many thoufands in the ftreet Beheld him pafs along, Yet not one gentle heart was there, That pitied this his wrong. Both old and young reviled him, As in the fireet he went, And nought he found but churlifh taunts, '_ By-every one’s confent : His painful crofs he bore himfelf, A burden far too great, Which made him in che ftreet to faint, With blood and water {weat. — _ Being weary thus, he fought for reft, To eafe his burthen’d foul, Upon a ftone; the which a eicteh Did churliftily controul ; And faid, ‘ away, thou king of Jews, *“ Thou fhalt not reft thee here: “ Pafs on; thy execution place “ Thou fee’ft now draw near.” - And thereupon he thruft him thence; At which our Saviour faid, “TI fure will reft, but thou fhalt walk, © And have no journey ftay’d.” With that this curfed fhoe-maker, For offering Chrift this wrong. » Left wife and children, houfe and a And went from thence along. Where after he had feen the blood Of Jefus Chrift thus fhed, And to the crofs his: body nail’d, Away with fpeed he fled Without returning back again Unto his dwelling-place, _ And wandered up and down the world, A runnagat e moft bafe. No refting could he find at all, No eafe, nor heart’s content ; No houfe, nor home, nor biding-place ; But wand’ring forth he went From town to town in foreign lands, With grieved confcjence ftill, Repenting for the heinous guilt OF his fore-paffed ill. Thus after fome few ages paft In wandering up and down; _ He much again defired to fee _ Jerufalem’s renown ; Bur finding it ail quite deftroy’d, He wander’d thence with woe, Our Saviour’s words, which he had vee To > verify and fhow. BALLADS ANCIENT AND ‘ s. , ‘ ; a. a ‘This ballad is founded ona legend that has long been credited 7° ~Pg . DERN, LEGENDARIES 4, — ie a 7 ri reft,” faid he, “ but thou fhalt walk i So oth this wandering Jew 4 From place to place, but cannot reft . es ) For feeing countries new; y fe. : j Declaring fill the power ofhim, °° Where’re hé comes and goes, © “ And of all things done in the eaft,’ Since Chrift his death, he fhows. . The world he oft hath compafs'd round. And feen thofe nations mail ata ‘That hearing of the name of Chrift, ‘Their idol gods do change: . To whom he hath told wondrous eet 1 Of time forepatt, and gone, And to the princes of the world | : \ ' Declares his caufe of moan, ‘es Defiring ftill to be diffolv’d, And yield his mortal breath ; But, if the Lord hath thus debresds’ He fhall not yet fee death. For neither looks he old nor young, But as he did thofe times, a nee hee When Chrift did fufferion the crofs, For mortal finners crimes. He hath pat through many a oti place, Arabia, Egypt, Africa, 4. Grecia, Syria, and great 'fhrace, And throughout all Hungaria: Where Paul and Pecer preached" Chrift. Thofe bleft Apoftlesdear ; F There he hath told our Saviour’ s words, Dd In countries far and near. ..* ) ive And lately in Bakewiias rc . With many a German town ; Siar And now in Flanders, as ’tis thought, _ He wandereth up and down: Where learned men with him confer é Of thofe his lingering days, And wonder much to hear him tell His journies, and his ways.» If people give this Jew eral The moft that he willtake : Is not above a groat a time: : ie: Which he, for Jefus* fake, Will kindly give untothe poor, — And thereof make no fpare, Affirming ftill that ee Chrift — Of him hath daily care. é ' “i He ne’er was feen cheated nor {mile, But weep and make great moan; — Lamenting {till his miferies, And days forepast and gone: If he hear any one blafpheme, Or take Ged’s name in vain, He tells them that they crucify Their Saviour Chrift again. \ « If you had feen his death,” faid he, : «“ As thefe mine eyes have'done, « Ten thoufand thoufand times would 7, « His rorments think upon « And fuffer for his fake all pain «© Of torments and all woe” © Gila 3)" Thefe are his words and eke his life, Where’re he conres or goes. Numb tHE CHARMS OF MELODY, OR ' SIREN MEDLEY. . rhe \ i ae a - =p laa 7 . i ee a ie . ; . ; vee wie} tf ‘ f ‘ yo A ' . os ees x 2 eA * att ‘ he - ‘ ‘ , 1 j / O | One Penny. ¥ N Price, x Neen ee era et ee en Gh A ime ale ae The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth preferving, in the Englifh Language ; forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Huntiwg, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; as well To which will be added, a complete Index. t Banifh Sorrow. Written by the Rt. Hon. Grorcs Ocuez. ANISH forrow, grief’s a folly, * Thought, unbend thy wrinkl’d brow, Hence, dull Care and Melancholy, Mirth and wine invite us now. - Bacchus empties all his treafure, Comus gives us mirth and fong, Follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow, follow pleafure, Let us join the jovial throng. Youth foon flies, ‘tis but a feafon; Time is ever on the wing; Let’s the prefent moment feize on, - Who knows what. the next may bring. All our days by mirth we meafure ; Other wifdom we defpite, Follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow, follow pleafure, To be happy’s to be wif. ‘Why fhould ‘therefore Care perplex us? Why fhould we not merry be? While we’re here there’s nought to vex us, Drinking fets from cares all free ; Let’s have drinking without meafure, Let’s have.mirth while time we have ; Follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow, follow pleafure, There’s no drinking in the grave. My Daddy is gone to his Grave. Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ The Fovial Crew, I Hi Y daddy is gone to his grave ; My mother lies under a flone; And never a penny I have, Alas! I am quite undone. My lodging is in the cold air, And hunger is fharp, and bites; A little, fir, good fir, fpare, To keep me warm o nights, ess nese ree ee TT a as Old Englifh, [rith and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. The Rofe. Air,‘ The Lajs of Patie’'s Milf” E S, -ev’ry flower that blows I pafs’d unheeded by, ’Till this enchanting rofe Had fix’d my wand’ring eye 5 = Tt feentéd ev’ry breeze - That wanton’d o’er the ftream, Or trembled thro’ the trees, To meet the morning beam. To deck the beauteous maid, Its fragrance can’t excel, From fome celeftial fhade a The damafk charmer fell ; . And as her balmy fweets Qn Chloe’s breaft fhe pours, The queen of beauty greets The gentle queen of flowers. x ¢ Whilft on my dear Pudding feafting. | A Borleniys on © Wilf on thy dear Bofom lying, for which fee No. 54. r W HILST on my dear pudding feafting, Tommy, who can ipeak my joy? Oh! what raptures am I tafting, Wher I eat what will not cloy: Ev’ry look with tranfport kills me; Ev’ry {fmell excites a with ; Ev’ry melting mouthful fills me; Ey’ry joy 1s in my diih. : Tho’ ’tis fweet as e’er I can with, One bit more 1 cannot touch; Pleafure turns almoit to anguith, When a perion eats too much. Take, ah! take this pudding from mey Tommy, I am fure !’ll fplt; Turn, yet turn.and leave it, Tommy; Who’d not die by eating it? A ee Cunninghattts PUBLISHED at N10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin; 2 Where the preceding Numbers can be had, a, * |?” ca 274, Colin’s Complaint Burlefqued. _ See No. 46. B* the fide of a glimm’ring fire, Melinda fat penfively down, Impati of rural efquire ; And vex’d to be abfent from town: The cricket from under the grate, With a chirp to her fighs did reply : And the kitten, as grave as a cat, Sat mournfully purring hard by. «“ Alas! filly maid that I was,” Thus fadly complaining fhe cry’d, When firft I forfook that dear place, « *Twas better by far I had dy’d: “ How gaily I pafs’d the long day, “ In a round of continu’d delight? “ Park, vifits, affemblies, and play, » © And quad’rille to enliven the night. - ** How fimple was I to believe “ Delufive poetical dreams, The ftattering landfcapes they give “ Of groves, meads, and murmuring ftreams ; « Bleak mountains, and wild ftaring rocks, « Are the wretched refult of my pains ; The fwains greater brutes than their flocks, « And nymphs as polite as the fwains. “ = ¢ ” What though I have fkill to enfnare, « Where {marts in bright circles abound; « What though at St. James’s at prayers, “ Beaus ogle devoutly around? “ Fond virgin, thy power is loft “ On a race of rude Hottentot brutes ; “What glory in being the toaft “ Of noify dull fquires in boots ? * And thou, my companion fo dear, “ My all that is left of relief, “ Whatever I fuffer, forbear, “* Forbear to diffuade me from grief : « *Tis in vain then, you'll fay, to repine, ** At ills which cannot be redreft ; *© But in forrow fo pungent as mine, —« To be patient, alas! is a jef. “Tf farther, to footh my diftred/s, “Thy tender compaffion is led, “Call Jenny to help to undrefs, “ And decently put me to bed. * The laft humble folace I wait, * Would heaven indulge me the boon, «* Some dream. lefs unkind than my fate, “ Ina vifion tranfport me town. “ Clariffa mean time weds a beau, “ Who decks her in golden array, «“ The fineft at ev’ry fine fhow, «« And flaunts it at park and at play; Whilft here we are left in the lurch, « Forgot and fecluded from view, Unlefs when fome bumpkin at church, « Stares wiltfully over a pew.” ¢ - 6 Why beats my Heart? Sung in the Opera of ‘ A/fred,’ Wy beats my heart with fuch devotion ? Why {wim my eyes, when you are near? | “Tis love that gives the bufy motiun ; ‘Lis jog thar drops the falling tear. ii, SS CU . a) y a ws, ‘ * TH « THE CHARMS OF MELODY.’ _ ‘ r “ Pea eee, ae tz as, > ee aes woe a ‘ > y The Weft-country Bumpkin. youn BULL was a bumpkin born and bred | At a clodhopping village in Gloucefterthire, © And as for this world, or the world that’s to come, For to puzzle his noddle ’twas never the near: © For he never was known to fet foot in a church, Till the day he took Dorothy there fora wife : And fays John “ by my dad, I was never before “ Ina placelikea church, all the days of my life. “ For there I look’d up and zeen nine or ten fellows — ** A zinging as loud as their lungs could clink; “ So thinking that I was got into an ale-houfe, “T look’d up and ax’d if they’d nothing to drink, «« When up came a man and he pull’d off my hat, * And he told me no drink was allow’d in the place, *T thought that for zartain he muft be the landlord; “ OrelfeI’d have fetch’d him a punch in the face. “ Howfomdever I fancied ’twas never the near “ For to kick up a duft and to frighten the bride, “So I went further in for to look at, the place, And, Lard, what a comical zight I efpy’d: , “ There are men folks and women folks penn’d up “ together, ‘‘ Like fo many wethers and ewes at a fair; Befides a long booby-hutch, built up for holding, “ The whole corporation, juft-affes and mare. 6 . “ Then up got a little man into a tub, “ And he look’d juft as tho’f he’d been roll’d ia che Mies “ For you could not fuppofe he could be very clean, “When he’d got noth ing on but along black fhirts ' “ Excepting a little white flobbering bid, ‘« "Tuck’d under his chin and flit in two3 “ ‘To be perch’dinatub, and to weara black thirt, “‘ I was puzzled tothink whata plague he could do. “ For while he did turn up the whites of his eyes, “ And for marey upon us did heartily pray, “ Another below that fat inacheft, ‘« Was mocking of every word he did fay ; “« And when he had fairly tired him out, “ To the very laft word—to donothing by halves, . “T verily thought he was going to fight him, “For he ftood up and cali’d for a couple of ftaves! ‘ “ But the little man tho’f he had a black fhirt on, ‘“‘ Whipp’d over another as white as a clout, - “ And then in a twink, with a twift of his fift, “ He fet open the tub and he let himfelf out ; Upon which he took hold ‘of a poor little babe, “ And as tho’f he had got neither fhame nor grace, And dipping his fingers in a trough, — “ And fplafh’d the cold water all over his face. « 6 “To be fure I thought ‘twas a fhameful thing, “ To ferve a poor baby fuch a woundy trick, For tho’f he did {queak like a pig thar i “ ‘They did mind him no more than a voolemun- chick ! otha er | ie “ Ods bobs, and I thought if the maggot fhould bite, “« And they wanted to make but a child of a man, “ Who could tell but in turn fuch a baby as I, * May be fous’d in the trough ljke a fop in the pan . ‘ “So I took to my heels, and I feamper’d away, “ Like a lufty fellow for fure and fure, « And {wore in my guts if they ever catch’d I, “ ©’ the in-a-door-fide of a church any more; — “They fhouldplump meup to the ears in the hog-tro’ ¢ Jufk like a toaft in a tankard then, “ And foufe me and fop me, and jop me and foufe ““c me, ‘ : J “A hundred times over and over again,” Os ~~ rr’ i »| a"? y Te ~ 1) Ghee wes ch eh ek ste ee ( ; . 2 Ya \ , Ps f THE CHARMS OF MELODY. ee -f Nancy Dawfon. a all the girls in our town, The black, the fair, the red, the brown, That dance, and prance it up and down, | _~ There’s none like Nancy Dawfon. | Her ealy mien, her fhape fo neat, | She foots, fhe trips, fhe looks fo {weet, fer eV Ty motion 1s complete; ° I die for Nancy Dawfon. Anne Page. See Shakefpear’s Merry Wives of Windfor. BENEATH a church-yard yew, ee Decay’d and worn with age, ee ) At dutk of eve methought I fpy’d, Poor Slender’s ghoft that whimp’ring cry’d, “‘ Oh, fweet, oh, fweet Anne Page. * Ye gentle birds give ear, mi “ Who talk of am’rous rage, Who fpoil the lily, rob. the rofe, Come learn of me to weep your woes: ‘— « “ Oh, {weet, oh, fweet Artie Page. “ Why fhould fuch labour’d ftrains — “ Your formal mufe engage ? I never dreamt of flame or dart ; “ That fir’d my breaft or pierc’d my heart, Hie: “ Bue figh’d, oh, fweet Anne Page. And you, whofe love-fick minds ‘“ No med’cine can affwage! Accufe the leecher’s heart no more, ° But learn of Slender to deplore ; “Oh, fweet, oh, {weet Anne Page. And ye whofe fouls are held, ‘ * “ Like linnets in a cage ! ee le Who talk of fetters, links and chains Attend and imitate my ftrains: , “ Oh, fweet, oh, fweet Anne Page. “ And you who boaft or grieve, - ‘ What horrid wars we wage: “ OF wounds receiv’d from many an eye, Yet mean as Ido when I figh, “ Oh, fweet, oh, fweet Anne Page. “ Hence ev’ry vain conceit - “‘ OF thepherd or of fage; “*Tis Slender’s voice, ’tis Slender’s way; “ Expreffes all you have to fay, . “Oh, fweet, oh, fweet Anne Pagel?” See how fhe comes to give furprize, With joy and pleafure in her eyes; To give delight the always tries, _ So means my Nancy Dawfon. Was there no tafk t’obftruct the way, o Shuter beld, nor houfe fo gay, bet of fifty pounds I’ll lay, _ That I gain’d Nancy Dawfon. ee r he how the opera takes a run, ‘Exceeding Hamlet, Lear, and Lun, though in it there would be no fun, ~ Was’t not for Nancy Dawfon. ‘Tho’ Beard and Brent charm’d ev’ry night, A d female Peachum’s juftly right, nd Filch and Lockit pleafe the fight, *Tis crown’d by Nancy Dawfon. ce n ce ee little Davy ftrut and puff, “ lague on the opera, and fuch ftuff, | -houfe is never full enough, Acurfe on Nancy Dawion. ho’ Garrick he has had his day, And fore’d the town his laws t’obey, Now Johny Rich is come in play, With help of Nancy Dawfon. 66 : Of all the Plagues of Human Life. Sung in the Comic Opera of ‘ The Devil to Pay.’ Air,---‘ Under the Greenwood Tree? / a 4 F all the plagues of human life, | + A fhrew is fure the wortt ; Scarce one in ten that takes a wife, - But with a fhrew is curft. Marriage. | Sung in the Comic Opera of » The Deas! to Pay.’ F all ftates in life fo various, Marriage fure is moft precarious ;' *Tis a maze fo ftirangly winding, Still we are new mazes finding; ats : Tis an action fo fevere, ; That naught but death can fet-us clear; (ge Happy’s the man, from wediock free, ais Who knows how to prize his liberty : Were men wary How they marry, We fhould not be by half fo full of mifery. Since then the plague in marriage lies, ~ Who'd rufh upon his fate? ‘hen he for freedom, bondage buys, nd ftill repents too late. Fill up the mighty {parkling Bowl. Sung in the Comic Opera of ¢ The Devil to Pay. Air,---‘ Oharles of Sweden, XOME, jolly Bacchus, god of wine, 4 Crown this night with pleafure : t none at cares of life repine, | To deftroy our pleafure é i Fill up the mighty fparkling bowl, That ev'ry true and loyal foul = ¢ | BALLAD. —— a ee thay a May drink and fing without controul, a as To fupport our pleafure. William and Sufan. Phus, mighty Bacchus, fhalt thou be | TT WAS in his veffel failing, — . Guardian to our pleafure, W hen gentle breezes blew, Chat under thy protection we Sweet William lay bewailing May enjoy new pleafure ; The fate of lovely Sue: my wate All on ‘his bed extended er Ours ie aera The faithful {ailor lay’ a We'll in thy name inyoke their ftay, tytn ee ded And fing their praifes, that we may -/ 19) BT IST MBAS “BEVEL. SMGCK, Tive and die with pleature. He moytnid her nighs aay aM e “= _ —_——_— —_—- © oe « —— a es a ae od 2:76 wv 7 Juft at the midnight hour A gentle voice he hears, - And at his cabin-door The black-eye’d maid appears : All pale fhe look’d, though fmiling, And drefs’d in fpotlefs white, Like fome bright cloud as failing When Cynthia {miles at night. « Why mourns my faithful lover?” The damfel vifion faid ; «“ Who hath the fea crofs’d over ‘6 « To tell thee I was dead ? ‘What tongue the fatal ftory “ Unto thine ear convey’d? * “ And why art thou fo forry “To as a filly maid?” «“ None brought the haplefs meflage,” The weeping lover faid; *« None came the tedious paflage “ Totell me thou wert dead: But fancy ever teeming, “ The fatal ftory told; At midnight 1 was dreaming « T faw thee dead and cold. ** Then from my fleep I ftarted, ¢ « And thus in anguifh cry’d, « Why were we ever parted? ‘ E « Ah! why has Sufan dy’d? ‘Since then my wretched bofom “ No peace or comfort knew, ‘ And now, like a full bloffom, « ]’ll drop and die with you.” The Witch of Wokey. —. eee ° The following contains fome variations from the original a And kennel neaz her fide a ae copy, which it is hoped the author will pardon, when he is in- formed, they came from the elegant pen of the late Mr. Shen /ftone. ». Wokey-Hole is a noted. cavern in Somerfetthire, which has given birth to as maty wild fanciful ftories as the Sybils cave in Italy. Through a very narrow entrance, it opens into a large vault, the roof whereof, either on accouut of its height, or the thicknefs of the gloom, cannot be difcovered by the light of torches. It goes winding a great way under ground, is crott by a ftream of very cold water, and is all horrid with broken pieces of rock: many of thefe are evident petrifactions, which on account of their fingular ‘forms, have given rife to the fables alluded to in this poem. == N ancient days tradition thews A 2 A bafe and wicked elf arofe, The witch of Wokey hight : Oft have I heard the fearful tale, ‘a From Sue and Koger, of the vale, On fome long winter’s night. Deep in the dreary, difmal cell, i Which feem’d, and was, ycleped Hell, | ~ This blear-eyed hag did hide : Nine wicked elves, as legends fayne, She chofe to form her guardian train, ? & ! 3 hr , ~ « P * 4 BALLADS ANCIENT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, ede, . Your fex fhall foon be bleft again, | We only waitto find fuch men, ey { \ * Here {creeching owls oft made wath While wolves its craggy fides poffeft, ~~ , Nigh ee thro’ the rock* No wholefome herb could h : found ; She blafted ev’ry plant around, And blifter’d-ev’ry flock. 7. Saath. Her haggard face was foul to fog; Her mouth unmeet & mouth to be, Her eye of deadly leer ; She nought devis’d, but neighbour’s ill ; - She wreak’d on all her wayward will, And marr’d all goodly chear. ' All in her prime, have poets fung, _ No gaudy youth, gallant and young, » E’er bleft her longing arms: And hence arofe her {pight to vex, And blaft the youth of either fex, c By dint of hellith charms. 4 From Glafton came a learned wight, Full bent to marr her fell defpight, And well he did, I ween: Y Such mifchief never had been known, And, fince his mickle learning fhown, Such mifchief ne’er has been. He chaunted out his godly book, He croft the water, bleft the brook, Then=—pater nofter done ; The ghaftly hag he fprinkled o’er ; Whien, lo! where ftood a hag before, Now ftood a ghaftly ftone. et Full well ’tis known adown the dale: Tho’ paffing ftrange indeed the tale, And doubtful may appear, I’m bold to fay, there’s ne’er a one, That has not feen the witch in ftone, With all her houthold gear. But tho’ this learned clerk did well; . With grieved heart, alas! I tell, — She left this cuirfe behind: That Wokey nymphs forfaken quite, Tho’ fenfe and beauty both unite, - Should find no leman kind. rN yeaa / For, lo! even,»as the fiend did fay, — The fex have found it to this day, ‘That men are wond’rous {cant: - Here’s beauty, wit, and fenfe combin’d, With all that’s goed and yirtuous join’d, — Yet hardly one gallant. yea ye Shall then fuch maids unpitied moan? They might as well, like her, be flone, . As thus forfaken dwell. aS Since Glafton now can boaft no clerks; — x Come down from Oxenford, ye {parks, And, oh! revoke the fpell. : ; ’ . Yet ftay—nor thus defpond, ye fair; é Virtue’s the gods’ peculiar care; hear the gracious voice : “ 4 As beft deferve your choice, — \ tee, \ MS OF MELOD Y, ie STRE NetM ED Lik. The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the a A Languace, forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs 5 as wel Irifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &e. &c. The Libertine repulfed. ENCE, Belmour, perfidious! thisinftant retire, No farther entreaties employ ; Nor meanly pretend any more to admire What bafely you with to deftroy. Say, youth, muft I madly rufh on upon fhame, If atraitor but artfully fighs ! And eternally part with my honour and fame For a compliment paid to my eyes? If a flame, all difhoneft be vilely profeft, Thro’ tendernefs muft I incline, _ And feek to indulge the repofe of a breaft . That would plant endlefs tortures in mine! “No, Beletcup=4 paffion I can’t but defpife, : Shall never find way to my ears ; Nor the man meet a glance of regard from my -thefe eyes, o% That would drench them for ever im tears. Gan thelover who thinks, nay, who wifhes me bafe, Expe& that I e’er fhould be kind? - Or atone with a paltry addrefs to my face, For the injury done to my mind ? Hence, Belmour, this inftant, and ceafe every dream, - Which your hope faw fo foolifhly born; Nor vainly imagine to gain my efteem, By deferving my hate and my {corn. 3 . In vain you bid your Captive live. ¥ Sung in “ The Padlock.” N vain you bid your captive live, While you the means of life deny: » Give me your {miles, your wifhes give, Lo him who muft without you die. : Shrunk from the fun’s enliv’ning beam, Bid flow’rs retain their fcent and hue: It’s fource dry’d up, bid flow the fiream, Or me exift depriv’d of you. , . ie | ee : * PUBLISHED at N* 10, B To which will be added, a complete Index. EDFORD-ROM, Dublin, Where the preceding Numbers can be had. as Old Englith, Hang me if I marry.‘ Pos my pretty maid, Muft my fond fuit mifcarry ? With you I'll toy, I'll kifs and play; But hang me 1f I marry. Then {peak your mind at once, Nor let me longer tarry : With you I'll toy, Pll kifs and play ; But hang me if I marry. Tho’ charms and wit affail, The ftroke I weil can parry < I love to kifs, to toy and play; But do not choofe to marry. Young Molly of the dale Maks a meer flave of Harry ; Becaufe, when they had toy’d and kifs‘d, . The foolith fwain would marry. Thefe fix’d refolves, my dear, I to the grave will carry: With you I'll toy, Pll kefs and play, But hang me if I marry. - Simple Strephon, ceafe complaining. oe Strephon, ceafe complaining, Talk no more of foolith love ; Think not my poor heart to reign in, Think not all you fay can move. Did 1 take delight to fetter — Thrice ten thoufand flaves a day; Thrice ten thoufand times your betters Gladly would my rule obey. : Simple Strephon, Se. Seek not her who ftill forbids you, To fome other tell your moan; Chufe where’er your fancy leads you, Let Clorinda but alone. | ¥ Simple Strephon, zy te ee oe es ae : ¥ * ** ; - 278 _ THE CHARMS OF MELODY.- The tippling Deities. The charms of the Bottle. - Ge Salen: Wat drwemel Seek ‘YE mortals whom trouble and forrow attend, J: And father of altebe divine, Whofe life is a feries of pain without end, x Still’ covered thetworld with a ned, , For ever depriv’d of hope’s all cheering ray, Yet fancy’d brifk women and wine; Ne’er know what it is to be happy a day; | And when he was whimfical grown Obey the glad fummons, the bar-bel] invites, j By fipping his plentiful bovel, Drink deep, andI warrant it fets you to rights. — Then frankly the truth he would own, . Rene . | Dhat a wench was the joy of his foul. . When poverty.cnttrs, an unwelcome gueft, ] Bee By hard-hearted duns too continually preft, “a Great Jupiter, like his old dad, When brats begin crying and {qualling for bread, And wife’s never filent till faft in her bed: Obey the glad fummons, 8c. To love and a bottle inclin’d, When mellow was-conftantly glad To find a plump girl to his mind; And then, as the ftory is cold, He’d conjiire himfelf in her arms, As once in a fhower of gold He rifled fair Danae’s charms. Did Neptune’s falt element run with freth wine, Tho’ all Europe’s powers together combine, Our brave Britifh failors need ne’er care a jot : Surrounded by plenty of fuch rare grape-fhot. - Oley the glad fummons, € ec: a Stern Mars, the great god of the field, Wes cach'dall, pele ab RRS ike Lick © 2 , pedanrical, text-fpinning vicar, all dey. the een Bigot d To leave off dry preaching, and fick Tatts fate At night his fierce godthip would yiel O how would he with for that power divine, > To beauty, and wine that was good : | To change,when he aeold, Aarsie wates te as 7 With neétar he cherifh’d his heart; And rais’d up his wanton defires ; ; Then to Venus, his darling, impart 4 me 7 iat sf The warmth of his a fires. anne a alee eran ied Defpair not, that bleffing in Bacchus you'll find. Who fhowers his gifts for the good of mankind. Obey the glad fummons, &e. Obey the glad fummons, tc. Apollo, the patron of bays, Full goblets would merrily drain, And fing forth poetical lays When the fumes had got into his brain ; But ftill as he whimfical grew, By toping the juice of the vine, To Parnafius daily he flew, To kifs all the myfical nine. 7 aN ’Tis not my Patty’s fparkling Eyes. a ke not my Patty’s fparkling eyes, - ™ . Her air, her ealy gtace, - : Her thrilling accents, that I prize, Sly Mercury too, like the reft, 2 Or yet her blooming face. _ ee .. Made wenching and wine his delight, And thought himfelf perfe@tly blett With a bottle and miftreis at night: . No wonder debaughes he lov’d, - And cheating his pleafure he made, For the gods have ev’ry one prov d, That pimping was always his trade. Such charms.as thefe in others fhine, Whole beauty’s all they boaft Eut when that beauty does decline, Their greateft power is loft. SN RT ARS SR A TN ig But lovely Patty's wit refin’d, Plump Bacchus, that ten-belly’d for, Her fenfe, good-nature, eafe, Mis thirft could but feldom allay, Divine pertections of the mind, “Till aftride o’er a hogfhead he got, And firm defire to pleate : And drank all the liquor away : As Tong as upright he could fit °Tis thefe that raife the maiden’s fame, He'd baw for the fnjghing glafs; Pirentthe wha When drunk, then the véffel would quit, Th Pee Tne ps. a ESE i And reel to his favourite lafs. Hat iene Cao Ne Sr ered The Sweet Negle&. The Choice. | From Ben Jonsow’s ‘Silent Woman” A&I. Scene 1, Firk . M ns that’s netehee eel ne eae “ Acted in 1609. a ts € gh nor low, ie In 107 J te 5.4 pussy TILL to be neat, ftill to be dreft. NG ait rake ct Rola ove, ‘i J As you were going to a feat; 2 a Nani eng he seit ts qe".* Gill tote mondersd talk parhancds ‘That’s us‘d to cringe and flatter. . . le ete : 7 Lady, itds tobe prelumidy, {) 5 . And let him be no learn’d fool | Though art’s hid caufes are not found, "That mois .b’enanutty hao kenee | All is not fweet, all is not found, ah ; ea That eats and dristks, and lives by Tule; — Give me 2 look, give me a face, And weighs my words and looks. Thatmakes fimplicity a grace ; Robe loofely flowing, hair as free : buch {weet neglect more taketh me, an all th’ adulteries of art: ey firike mine eyes, but motmy heart, ~ 9 . Let him be eafy, frank, and gay, ~~ 4 9 Of dancing never tir’d; e oa Always have fomething fmart to fay,. _ But filent, if requir’d, a me ol a eee i nt Se | > A eae yt

SN SP REE RE OT SO Se nm EN Piity Patty. HE morning young Jockey - “De W ould’make re pe He ftole to my chamber, And fat by my fide; When he open’d the curtains, Such joy “twas to me, That my heart play’d a tune That went pitty patty. But feigning to fleep, (Oh, How great was my blifs ) So gently, fo kind, ‘ He gave mea kifs ! Then my head to his bofom h SrLe prefs’d with fuch glee, That my heart play’d a tune , Phat went pitty patty. Grown bold with fuccefs, * . He ventur’d’to take A fecond falute— Then ’twas time to awake. “ Arife, love,’’ he faid, “To the kirk let us flee, “ As our hearts play a tune “ That goes pitty patty. The Jew’s Daughter. This ballad is founded upon the fuppofed practice of the’ Jews, — in crucifying or otherwife murdering the Chriftian children, out of hatred to the religion of their parents: a pradtice, which hath been always alledged in excufe for the cruelties exerciled upon that wretched people, but which probably never happen’d in a fingle inftance. For if we confider on the one hand, the ignorance and fuperftition of the times when fuch ftories took their rife, the virulent prejudices of ths monks who record them, and the eagernefs. with which they would be catch’d up by the barbarous populace as a pretence for plunder; on the other hand, the great danger incurr’d” by the perpetrators, and the inadequate motives they could could have to excite them to a crime of fo much horror, we may reafonably conclude the whole charge to be gvoandlels and malicious. The following ballad is probably built upon fome Italian legend, and bears a great refemblance to the Prioreffe’s tale in Chaucer : the poet feems.alfo to have had - an eye to the known ftory of Hugh of Lincoln, a child faid to have been there murder’d by the Jews in the reign of Henry « fl. The conclufion of this ballad appears to be wanting : what it probably contained may be feen ip Chaucer, : ephe rain rins doun through Mirry-land toune, Sae dois it doune the Pa: Sae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune, -Quhan they play at the ba’. Than out and cam the Jewis dochter, Said, will ye cum in and dine? I winnae cum in, I cannae cum in, Without my play-feres nine. Scho powd an apple reid and white To intice the zong thing in: - Scho powd an apple white and reid, * : And that the {weit bairne did win. . And {cho has taine out a little pen-knife, | And low down by her gair, Scho has twin’d the zong thing and his life ; A word he nevir fpak mair. * -And’outand.cam the thick thick bluid, And outendcam the thin; And out and cam the bonny hert’s bluid: Vhair was nae life left in. Scho laid lim on a dreffing borde, And dreft him like a fwine, And laughing faid, gad now and pley With zour {weit playeferes nine. | 280 BALLADS axcieENT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, Ege, ‘ Wi’ mickle joy we fpent our prime, Till we were baith fixteen, ° And eft we pail the langfome time Among theJleaves fae green ; Afton the banks we'd fit us thair, To {weetly kifs and toy, Wi’ garlands gay wad deck my hair, My handfome Gilderoy. — ' : Scho rowd him in a cake of lead, Bade him lie ftil and fleip ; Scho caft-him in a deip draw-well, Was fifty fadom deip. Quhan bells wer rung, and mafs was fung, And every lady went hame : Than ilka lady had her zong fonne, Bot lady Helen had nane. Scho rowd hir mantil hir about, And fair, fair gan fhe weip : And fhe ran into'the Jewis caftel, Quhan they wer all a fleip. Oh! that he ftill had been content Wi’ me to lead his life ! But, ah! his-manfu’ heart was bent To ftir in feats of ftrife ! And he in many a vent’rous deed His courage bald would try, © And now this gars mine heart to bleed For my dear Gilderoy. My bonny fir Hew, my pretty fir Hew, I pray thee to me fpeik : ‘© lady rinn to the deip draw-well * Gin ze zour fonne wat feik.’, Lady Helen ran to the deip draw-well, And knelt upon her kne: My bonny fir Hew, an ze be here, I pray thee {peik-to me. And when of me his leave he tuik, The tears they wat mine ee, T gave tull him a parting luik, “« My benifon gang wi’ thee! “ God {peed thee weil, mine ain dear heart, « For gane is all my joy ; “© My heart is rent fith we maun part, ‘« Myhandfome Gilderey !” The lead is wond’rous heavy, mither, The well is wond’rous deip, A keen pen-knife fticks in my hert, A word I dounae fpeik. Gae hame, gae hame, my mither deir, Fetch me my windling theet, And at the back o* Mirry-land toune, Its thair we twa fall meet. My Gilderoy baith farand near, Was fear’d in every toun, And ‘bauldly bare away the gear oe PET Rs ae iT Re nad ae Of many a lawland loun ; ys _ Nane eir durft meet him man to man, ak Se y He was fae brave a boy. Ani . 7 | Gilderoy At length wi’ numbers he was tane, { ‘Was afamous robber, who lived about the middle of the’ latt My winfome Gilderoy, ae dae century, if we credit the hiftories and ftory books of highway- e / es te ' amen, which relate many improbable feats of him, ‘as his Miaka Wark: . sobbing Cardinal Richlieu, Oliver Cromwell, &c. but thefe Wae worth the loun that made the laws, ‘ . Mories Have probably no other authority than that of sGrub- ‘To hang aman for gear, — : ftreet. To ’reave of life for ox or afs, & 4 (ONILDEROY was a bonnie boy, Forfheep, or horfe,or mare; j Had rofes tull his fhoone, Had not their laws been made fae firick, 7 I neir had loft my joy,) Wi forrow neir had wat my cheek, For my dear Gilderoy. His ftockings were of filken foy Wi’ garters hanging doune : It was, I weene, a.comelie fight, To fee fae trima boy; He was my jo and heart’s delight, My handfome Gilderoy. Oh! ficke twa charming een he had, Giff Gilderoy had done amiffe, . He mought hae banifht been, = ‘ Ah! what fair cruelty is this, Cepambeaisee pee, 5 A breathe as {weet as rofe, To hang fike handfome cae / He never ware a Highland plaid, To hang the flower o’Scottith land, ’ But coftly filken clothes ; Sae fweet and fair a boy ; He gain’d the luve of ladies gay, , Nae lady had fae white a hand, Wane cir tull him was coy, As thee, my Gilderoy. Ah! wae is mee! I mourn the day, | For my dear Gilderoy. Of Gilderoy fae fraid they were, My Gilderoy andI were born, j They bound him mickle ftrong, | ‘ Baith in one toun together, Tull Edenburrow they led him thar, “a And on a gallows hung : - They hung him high abgon the reft, ps He was fae trim a boy, We fcant were feven years beforn We gan to luve each“other ; Our dadies and our mammies thay Were fill’d with mickle joy, Thair dyed the youth whom I lued befi, To think upon the bridal day My handfome Gilderoy. Twixt me and Gilderoy. * For Gilderoy, that lave of mite, Thus having yielded up his breath, os Gude faith, I freely bought I bare his corpfe away, e A. wedding fark of holland fine Wii’ tears that trickled for his death, _ & Wi’ filken flowers wrought : I wafht his comelye clay ; a And he gied me a wedding ring, , And fiker in a grave fae deep, : Which I receiv’d wi’ joy, I laid the dear-lued boy, Nae lad nor laffie eir could fing And now for evir maun I weep, Like me and Gilderoy. My winfome -Gilderoy. = a ON Gere eee ee PAL yirie ee 4" ¥ ee Pe Pee, ae _ THE + f CHARMS OF MELODY, OR SIREN MEDLEY. reer 4 & The fond defpairing Maid. PoP. thou fource of ev’ry bleffing, Parent of each joy divine; Ev'ry balmy {weet poffeffing, _ Ev'ry promis’d blifs be thine. _—-— Softeft friend to heart-felt anguith, Lend, oh! lend thy pow’rful aid; Bid the lover ceafe to languifh, Cheer the fond defpairing maid. ‘ wer Re Soothe, {weet Hope, the maiden’s fighing, _. For with love her heart’s oppreft: Ever to her forrows flying, « | - Thou canft give her joy and pelkes. .3 : Raia Wee og ot Sapte friend, &e. Be ate A eae ae - We carts: dks Mare bi ‘ wera rag ot — ; ; 3 > ity - A glafs of good Wie. ny Y sce companions, fo jovial and free, You know I’m a poet, then liften to me, Infpire my mufe, jolly Bacchus divine,, Ti shaun in the praifeof a glafs of good wine. - The female whofe flattering looking-glafs tells How much all the reft of her fex fhe excels, = « In vain from its aid may attempt to outfhine ; More charms fhe’d receive from a glafs of geod Wine ; ; The fhort-fighted {park with perfpective apply’d, In putting the fair to the blufh takes a pride ; Give o’er, bold intruder, your cruel defign, Greater beauties you'll find in a glals of good Wile. nk s i, old bald-pated Time, who good company {poils, is réigni = iles When pleafure is reigning and good-humour imiles, With ¥ round the bowl would moft chearfully ° join, — Was his hour-glafs chang’d to a glafs of good wine. If, then, fuch perfections the grape does produce, Ye Powers above, fend enough for our ule 7 Your bounty to prove drain the fea of it’s brine, And let it again ebb and flow with good wine. se ee rere cae Ralph of the Mill. Written by Mr. Hawkins. AS Hebe was tending her theep, t’other day, Where the warblers whiftle and fing, A rural young fwain came tripping that way, » As brifk and as blithe as a king. The youth was a ftranger to trouble and care, Contentment e’er guided his will,’ Yet ever regarded the {miles of the fair, Though always bred up in a mill, Love ftole in his breaft at the fight of the maid, ~ For he could not her charms but adore— ¢ And if thou art cruel, deat Hebe,’ he faid, ine ‘I furely fhall love you the more,’ Such tendernefs melted her into furprize, (For Hebe was never unkind). . And all of a fudden love glow’d in her eyes, Which*fpoke the ditates of her mind. They fat themfelves down at the foot of a hill, _ And chatted together fo free, Till Ralph, the young fwain, made figns to the mull, Whilit clafping the nymph on his knee; And thus, in a tranfport, the miller reply’d—= _ © Thy charms, dear girl, are divine !” Then prefs’d her fweet lips, and with rapture he cty'd— ‘O Hebe! confent to be mine.’ She liften’d attentive to all his requef, And freely comply’d to his will. a And now, to her folace, fhe’s marry’d and bleft With -honeft young Ralph of the mill. Peace follows their fteps wherever they go, In blifs all their hours are {pent ; But, leaders of fafhion, I’d have you to know, Their ‘ happinefs flows from content.’ rere ‘o Sung in ‘Love in a Village.’ ENTLE youth, ah! tell me why, Still you force me thus to fly, Ceafe, oh! ceafe to perfevere; pF ia Speak not what I muft not hear: ha a To my heart it’s eafe reftore; _ Go, and never-fee me more. ” }3 co 43 Change for a Guinea. + Written by Mr. Drspix, for his entertamment called ‘ King and Queen,’ ACK Binacle met with an old Shipmate, That faii’d with him on board of the Thunder, And they talk’d of their pranks at a pretty round rate, And made ail the hearkeners wonder; For tho’ brave at fea, when you get him afhore, A tar often turns out a ninny, ‘For now he muftjog, | His leave’s out with his grog Here, houfe, what’s to pay? come {port us the‘fcore ; Hand us over the change for a Guinea. ; For a failor’s life is a roaring life, He laughs while the winds and the waves are at ftrife, So fafe on fhore, He can pay his fcore, And {port the fplendid Guinea. ® The Landlord’s fweet daughter now comes in his view, ws _ Up to tars when they get into harbour, Her fhoes are Morocco, her petticoat’s blue, Her wig’s juft come from the barber. Jack fiares in her face with a whimfical phiz, Reviews her and looks like a ninny; | For each chalk on his fcore, ‘She counts two or more, He fix’d on her eyes while fhe penetrates his, And cheats him while changing his Guinea. For a failor’s life is acarelefs life, He fings while the wavesand the winds are at ftrife: . r To be cheated on fhore, While, ta pay his feore, He fports the fplendid Guinea. Here’s two eighteen penn orths, that fiveand a kick, Three penn’orth of ’bacco, a fhilling;; “For a fix-penny *bacco-box, quite {pan and fpick, Half a crown, anda tizzy the filling. Jack hears not a word, chucks her under the chin, ' Lord:how-can you be fuch a nanny? Let me reckon your fcore, For two fix-penn’orths more, Two hogs and three fimons for what’s to come in, . So there’s three fhillings out of a Guinea. For a failor’s life is a roaring life, He -whiftles while billows and winds are at ftrife : From the landlord’s long fhore, For a five thilling {core, To get three fhillings out of a Guinea. Weil, well, cries out Jack, you know figures and fuch, Idare fay, you’re right, miftrefs Moggy; All my wonderment is, we fhould tip off fo much In the time, and yet never get groggy; But no failor at tofs-pot e’er yet play’d amifs, Then he’s cunning and never a ninny. Come, put round the grog, For away we mult jog. Sonow my dear girl if you'll give me a kife, You may pocket-your change for a Guinea. For a failor’s life isa carelefs life, He minds neither billows nor winds at ftrife, But-pays his fcore With fpirit on fhore, And that’s all the ufe of a Guinea. THE CHARMS OF MELODY. | Dennis Delany. ~ fweet Tipperary, the pride of the throng, | * I here danc’d a good jig, and have fung a good ong; ee; wee On the wis where I caper’d I fearce bent the grafs, To my bottle-a friend, and no foetoa lafs:) At hurling my fellow-could never be found, — For whoever I joftled foon came to. the ground, And the girls all fwore that they never met any» Could tickle their fancy like Dennis Delay. | With my whack about, fee it out, Dennis, my jewel, tt we Ah! why would you leave us, How could youbecruel? = . Paddy Whack may go trudge it, with Murtagh O’Blaney, ; ‘We'll part with them all for you, Dennis Delany. q Young Sheela O'Shannon was fo fond of me, That whenever we met we could never agree, Says I, my dear Sheela, we'll foon end the fray, For no longer in fweet Tipperary I'll flay. When the girls all found I was going to leave them, They fwore that from death ee tehs could not fave them: . They would part with relations, tho’ ever fo many, If I’d let them go with me, fweet Dennis Delany. _ ue _ With my whack about, Sc. To the road thenT went, and I trudg’d it along, And by way of being filent, I-lilted a fong, Hey for Dublin, fays I, where I'll fee fome fine laffes, Get married and drunk, nor ne’er mind how time paffes. ; : But when I arriv’d, and found every lady Short waifted—thinksI, they are married already : By my foul, now, fays}, marriage here 1s the fafhion, To get young recruits for the good of the nation. With my whack about, To the grand Panorama* that ev ry one talks of, Away then I goes, and immediately walks off; But where I aftonifh’d as much as e’er man was, To fee a fea fight on an ocean of canvas. But fome werea weeping, and fome were a wailing, W here London once ttoodf to fee fhips now afailing; But what inmy mind made it ftill feemthe ftranger, Tho’ I ftood in the midft, I was ftill out of danger, * With my whack about, Se. As I came back again, then quite fober and fteady, I mect three or four buckeens attacking a lady, With my flip of fhiilelagh I made them forbear, For an Irifhman always will fight for the fair. But the Police they call’d, who came great and{mall, Devil burn me, fays I, but I’ll lather you all, And tho’ I was fighting them, this I will fay, They were tight active fellows at—running away. With my whack about, Se. Then to fee a fine play which I ne’er faw before, To Crow-ftreet I went, with three or four more, And up ftairs I walk’d to fee things the better, ‘Lhe play-bill I bought tho” I knew not a letter: But the crowd was fo great and the players fo funny I laugh’d more I’m fure, than the worth of my money, Altho’ with their noife, they fet me quite mad. When the boys above ftairs call’d for Moll in the Wad. ek With my whack about, Se. * A crand Exhibition (painted on Canvas) of the glorious Sea Fight on the ift, of June, 1794. between the Englifh and French fleets. + Alluding to.an Exhibition prior to the above, which gave a complete view of the Cities of London and Weitminfter. - AS THE CHARMS Hofier’s Ghoft. _ Tune,—‘Come and iiften to my Ditty.” was written by theringenious author of Leonipas, on the taking of Porto-Bello from the Spaniards, by admiral Vernon, Nov. 22d. 1739———The cafe of Hofier, which is here fo pathetically reprefented, was briefly this. In April, 1726, _ that commander was fent withia {trong fleet into the Spanifh Welt-Indies, to block up the galleons in the ‘ports of sthat country, or, fhould they prefume to come out, to feize and carry ‘them, into England: he accordingly arrived at the Baftimentos near Porto-Bello, but being reftrited by his erders from obeying the dictates of his courage, lay inaétive on that ftation until he became the jett of the Spaniards: he afterwards removed to Carthagena, and continued cruizing in thefe feas, till far the greater part of his men perifhed deplorably by the difeafes of that unhealthy climate. This braveman, feeing his beft officers and men thus daily fwept away, his thips expofed to-inevitable deftrution, and himfelf madethe fport of the enemy,is faid.to have died of a broken -heart. See Smollet’s hift. near Porto-Bello lying On the gently fwelling flood, At midnight with ftreamers flying, Our triumphant navy rode ; There, while Vernon fate all-glorious, From. the Spaniards late defeat, — And his crews, with fhouts victorious, Drank fuccefs to England’s fleet. ‘On a fudden, fhrilly founding, Hideous yells and fhrieks were heard; Then, each-heart, with fear confounding, A fad troop of ghofts appear’d ; All in dreary hammocks fhrouded, Which for winding-fheets they wore, ~ And, with looks by forrow clouded, Frowning on that hoftile fhore. — ‘On them gleam’d the moon’s wan luftre, When the fhade of Hofier brave, His pale bands were feen to:mufter, Rifing from their wat'ry grave: -O’er the glimmering wave he hied him, Where the Burford * rear’d her fail, With three thoufand ghofts behind him, And in groans did Vernon hail. Heed, oh! heed our fatal ory; L.am Hofier’s injur’d ghoft; You who now have purchas’d glory At this place where Iwas loft, Though in Porto-Bello’s ruin You now triumph, free from fears, When you think on my undoing, You will:mix your joys with tears. See thefe mournful fpectres, {weeping Ghaftly o’er this hated wave, Whofe wan cheeks are flain’d with weeping 3 Thefe were Englifh captains brave: , Mark thofe numbers, pale and horrid, Who were once my failors bold; Lo! each hangs his drooping forehead, While his difmal tale is told. I, by twenty fail attended, _. Did thts Spanifh town affright, Nothing then its wealth defended, But my orders not to fight : Oh! that in this rolling ocean L had caft them with difdain, And obey’d my heart’s warm motion To have quell’d thé*pride of Spain. * The admiral’s fhip. % OF MELODY. | | 283 For refiftance I-could fear none, But withtwenty fhips had done ‘What thou, brave and happy Vernon, Haft atchiev’d with fix alone. Then the Baftimentos never 1 Had our:foul difhonour feen, Nor the fea the fad receiver _ OF this gallant train had been. Thus, like thee, proud Spain difmaying, And her galleons leading home, Though condemn’d for difobeying, IT had met a traitor’s doom; To have fall’n, my country crying, - He has play’d an Englith pare, Had been better far than dying Of a griev’d and broken heart. Unrepining at thy glory, Thy fuccefsful arms we hail; ‘But remember ourdfad fiory, And let Hofier’s wrongs prevail; Sent in this foul clime to languith, Think what thoufands fell in vain, ahs Waited with difeafe and anguifh, Not in glorious battle flain. Hence with all my-train attending From their oozy tombs below, Through the hoary foam afcending, ‘Here I feed my conftant woe : ‘Here the Bafiimentos viewing, We recall our fhameful doom, | And, our plaintive cries renewing, ‘Wander through the midnight gloom. -O’er thefe waves, for ever mourning, Shall we roam, depriv’d of reft, ‘If, to Britain’s fhores returning, You negleé& my juft requeft : After this proud foe fubduing, When your patriot friends you fee, Think on vengeance for my ruin, And -for England—fham’d in me. Anacreontic. AS wanton cupid faw, one day, &% A linnet warbling on a ipray, ‘He long’d to. make the bird his prey. — See, here, the ftring that ties my bow; Says he, I warrant that will do, For fuch an artlefs bird as you. Then round the flutterer’s neck he aft The filken cord, and ty’d it faft— | I’ve got you fafe, (he cries) at laft. In vain with out-ftretch’d wings and beak He tries the urchin’s ftring to break; No more allow’d his flight to take. No more he rifes from the ground, But hops and hovers round and round, Within his fetters, narrow bound. So cupid, with enfnaring arts, Lets fly abroad his.poifon’d darts, And feizes wretched lovers hearts ; Torments them with his wanton play, Makes them his tyrant pow’r obey, Yer feems to rule with gentle {way ; But foon miftaken mortals find How faft a filken cord can bind; The lover, not the boy, is blind. © “e Conftant Penelope. A looking-glafs for ladies, ora mirrour for married women, Tune,—Queen Dido, or Troy Town. wes Greeks and Trojans fell at ftrife, And lords in armour bright were feen ; Where many a gallant loft his life About fair Hellen, beauty’s queen; Ulyffes, general fo free, Did leave his dear Penelope. When fhe this woeful news did shear, ‘That he would to the wars of Troy; For grief fhe thed full many a tear, At parting from her only joy ; Her ladies all about her came, To comfort up this Grecian dame. Ulyffes, with a heavy heart, — Unto her then did mildly fay, “ ‘The time is come that we mutt part, “ My honour calls me hence away; “ Yet in my abfence, deareft, be “« My conitant wife, Penelope. ‘* Let me no longer live, fhe fay’d, *« Than to my lord true remain; ‘© My honour fhall not be betray‘d “ Until Efee my love again: “ For ever I will conftant prove, “ As is the loyal turtle dove.” Thus did they part with heavy cheer, ‘And to the fhips his way he took; Her tender eyes dropt many a tear, Stl cafting many a longing look: She faw him on the furges glide, And unto Neptune thus fhe cry’d : « Thou God, whofe power is in the deep, «And ruleft in the ocean main, “ My loving lord im fafety keep « Till hereturn to me again: “« That I his perfon may behold, A “ To me more precious far than gold.” Then ftraight the fhips with nimble fails Were all convey’d out of her fight: Her cruel fate fhe then bewails, Since fhe had loft her heart’s delight : ** Now fhall my practice be,” quoth fhe, “« True virtue and humility.” “© My patience I wil] put in ure, *. My charity I will extend; * Since for my woe there is no cure, « The helpleis now I will befriend : “© Fhe widow and the fatherleis, “ T will relieve, when in diftregs.” Thus fhe continued year by. year In doing good to every one; Her fame was nolied every wheré, To young and old the fame was known; No company that fhe would mind, Who were to vanity inclia’d. sc eS ed oe, AG Yon ae ' She in her needle took delight, — — - * 284 BALLADS ancient anv Mopern, LEGENDARIES, &e. we” So rae Mean while Ulyffes fought for fammet aa F | ’Mong ‘Trojens hazarding his life: Young gallants, hearing of her name, — Came flocking for to tempt his wife;. For the was lovely, young, and fair, — ~ No lady might with her compare. ue : ‘4 ' With coftly gifts and jewels fine, — o's They did endeavourherto win; ‘With banquets, and the chéiceft wine, ; For toallure herunto fin: Mott perfons were of high degree, pee * Who courted fair Penelope. — RY, Pt a With modefty and comely grace Their wanton fuits fhe did deny; — No tempting charms could e’er deface _ Her deareft hufband’s memory ; But conftant fhe would ftill remain, Hoping to fee him once again. BP : ers b PA ns Her book her daily comfort was, — And that fhe often did perufe; She feldom looked in her,glafs ; _ Powder and paint fhe ne'er would ufe; I with all ladies were as free — i From pride\as was Penelope. » ‘ e fee 4, é And likewife in her fpinning-wheel; Her maids about her every night = © Did ufe the diftaff, and the reel : The {piders, that on rafters twine, Scarce fpun a thread more foft and fine Sometimes fhe would bewail the lofs And abfence of her deareft love: Sometimes fhe thought the feas to crofs, _ Her fortune on the waves to prove; “ T fear my lord is flain,” quoth fhe, — “ He ftays fo from Penelope.” : At length the ten years fiege of Troy Didend; in flames the city burn’d; — And to the Grecians was great joy, _ { To fee the towersto afhesturn’d: —* Then came Ulyffes home tofee His conftant, dear Penelope. O blame her not if fhe was glad, When ihe her lord again had feen. “ Thrice-welcome home, my, dear,” fhe fay’d, “ A long time abfent thou haft been : “ The wars fhall never thore deprive * Me of my lord whilit I’m alive.” - . Fair ladies all, example take; . And hence a worthy leffon learn ° Ail youthtul follies to foriake, And vice from virtue to difeern: And let all women ilrive to be, 2 As conilant as Penelope. i i ' a $ ~. fr CHARMS OF MELODY. SIREN MEDLEY. The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient ard modern, in the En forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs trith and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. To which will be added, a complete Index, ¢ - = = glith Language, 3 as well as Old Englith, Swains, awake! As Strephon on the Mountain Brow. Tune—! Shepherds, I have loft my love.’ WAINS! we've flept and loft our love, Freedom fair as Ania, Fay’tite with of all who rove | Within the ifle of Granu. S Strephon on the mountain brow, Has won my right good will, With him alone I’d keep my vow, With him I’d climb the hill. But if that vow fhould broken be, And I thofe charms forego, That ftream that’s in my plighted faith, That ftream fhall ceafe to flow. We for her our forks would wield, Armour of the meadows; Bare our breaft, and ftand the fhield | Of orphans and of widows. Struck with her charms, and gen’rous truth, I view the conftant fair. To her alone I pledge my troth, And own my conitant care. But if that vow, Se. Never will fhe venture home While her friends are jarring; [Ali her advocates are firm— | Againft her foes they’re warring. ' Swains, awake! and freedom’s ftores, | . Like the itreams of Banna, Shall refreth the thirfty thores Around the ifle of Granu. Phebe. OU fay the’s fair: *tis no fuch matter, — ‘Tis not her glafg, but you that flatter, - And few that beauty e’er can {py, Which ftrike the partial lover’s eye. ~ The Village Maid. SILENT I tread this lonely wood, Phebe, my council pray approve ; Silent I thed the piteous tear, Thank heav’n for a good man’s love: No hope to cheer my drooping foul, All markets will not pay your price, § Bereft of him I hold moft dear. | So ftrike a bargain in a trice. Kill do I-feek thefe dreary thades, b A love-lorn maid the village fcorn, Juce Henry won my plighted faith, This Defert of Wildnefs. | Then left me here tofigh forlorn. . \ | . i * { ‘TS in vain for fuccour calling, lon moffy bank oft time recalls Hope no more my bofom cheers! Lm | Lhe image of the blooming youth; Cruel fate that blifs appalling, | was there he ftole my eafy heart, With her feroll of joylefs years. }With vows of conflancy and truth. t i. Bosh a Come defpair and diftra@tion confound me, es from her Pee ees aa | Add ftill to my life’s wretched load, Fond Aainely peamid her eyes to bright, And while your mix’d Horrors furround me, - feeU>s upon the mofly bank, . This defert of wildnefs hall be my abode. phe funk to everlatting night. PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROY, Dublin, - Whese the preceding Numbers can be had. 286... THE CHARMS OF MELODY. Patrick’s Day; or the Saint of Shillela. Air,— Shaunbuoy.’ ELL met, my good friends, . ‘To the laudible ends, Of fociety, mirth and good humour 5 No nation on earth, (Thank the foil gave us birth) United in love more than we are: The focial graces I fee in your faces, Then each fill a glafs'to regale—a; For this is the day, As old hiftories fay, That gave usthe faint of Shillela. _His memory rare, Let us ever revere, : So up with your bumpers to crown its But flay—in his wine, Let each lad fieep a vine Of the Shamrockdhire plant, ‘till he drown it: ~ The emblem is good, For it means when of food You have taken a plentiful meal—a, “ You fhould it dilute, And without all difpute, It was done by the faint of Shillcla. Great George, let fome brag on, Who conquer’d the dragon, And bury’d hisfpear in his belly Of St. Andrew too, ‘And his bonnet fo blue, There’s many fine flories will tell yes Of Taffy’s big Leck, Then there’s others will fpeak In raptures a fabulous tale—a, But Paddy’s white Wand, On true record doth ftand, To prove him the faint of Shillela. Toad, ferpent and fnake, From each bramble and brake, He foon by his power collected ; No plague thro’ the land, But repair’d to his Wand, As by Heaven’s kind order directed When {warmed together, Like birds of a feather, He fent them the ocean to fail—a And fince, thete’s no vermin Can do the leaft harm in The purify’d land of Shillela. From hence, too, we find Many ills of the mind Were banifh’d from our happy dwellings Each foul is the feat Of what’s nobie and great, Tho’ vain my own praife to be telling: While our neighbours around With thefe reptiles abound, Thro’ envy they fuffer and rail—a ; But fill let thern curte, With their own venom burtt, At the happier fate of Shillela. We are open and free, To the heart you may fee, For candour no people besore us; Polite and fincere, As witnefs the fair In every country adore us; ‘The bees fhall lavith, make no ftore, Maids, widows and wives, _ For our offices flrive, 1 And after us run to prevail—a: ~ For in love and war There is none can compare - With the brave honeft fons of Shillela. The fervice in war, Why, let Britons declare, That by land and by fea we have done thems With truth they may fing, : That for country and king, No heroes more honour have won them; With fortune and blood We have firmly ftood, And never, like fome, turn’d tail—a And we're ready again, On hill, cecan, or plain, To prove we're the fons of Shillela. Then why this diftinétion *sainft fuch a brave nation? Why all this abufe and reflection? One king, and one caufe, Our religion and laws, Should twine us in mutual affection : But let rancour fill bite, We'll together unite, And in brotherly love never fail—a And thus, with good cheer, May live many a year, To remember the faint of Shillela. se = SO MRR ee eee ae | v The Girl I left behind me. 1 fee lonefome fince I crofs’d the hills, And o’er the moor that’s fedgy ; With heavy thoughts my mind is fill’d, Since I parted with Naggy: i When e’er I return to view the place, The tears doth fall and blind me, When I think on the charming grace Of the girl I left behind me. 7 The hours I remember well, When next to fee doth move me; The burning flames my heart doth tell, Since firft fhe own’d fhe lov’d me; In fearch of fome one fair and gay, — Several doth remind me; I know my darling loves me well, | ‘Tho’ I left her behind me- And the dove become a ranger; yi The fojling water ceafe to roar, - f Before I’ll ever change her: % Each mutual promife faithful made, - ¥ By her whofe tears doth blind me ; : And blefs the hours I pats away, ra With the girl I left behind me. i My mind her image fill retains, i Whether afleepor waking ; “ I hope to fee my dear again, @ For her my heart is breaking: But if e’er I chance to go that way, And that fhe has not refign’d me; I'll reconcile my mind and flay With the girl I left behind me — a. : a at - oo c \ } e Fa lal la. The favourite Welch Air, in ‘ The Cherokee. SHEPHERD wander’d, we are told, Bal lal la, ais. And babes new-born fteal as we go, An elfe in bed We leave in ftead, And wend us laughing, ho, ho, ho! @More fwift than wind away I go, O’er hedge and lands, ‘i Thro’ pools and ponds, I whitry, laughing, ho, ho, ho |, When lads and laffes merry be, With poffets and with juncates fine; rom hag-bred Merlin’stime have I » Unfeen of all the company, Thus nightly revell’d to and fro; ai I eat their cakes and fip their wine ; And for my pranks men call me by ie And, to\make fport, ‘Lhe name of Robin Good-feliow. ; I fneeze and faort ; Fiends, ghofts and {prites, ‘ And out the candles I do blow, Who haunt the nights, ¥. The maids I kifs; The hags and goblins do me know 3 es _ They fhrieke—Who’s this? And beldames old ) [ anfwer nought, but ho, ho, ho! - , My feats have toid, : : So Vaile, Vule; ho, ho, ho ! § ee i CHARMS OF MELODY, OR WRENN MED LED I - « aa Sn LLL EE TL EL TOO LE SS IE EA NEE OSE POT STACI 5 ner i The Plan of the Poblither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language -worth preferving—forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englith, Irifh, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c, To which will be added, a-complete Index. “The eines. ‘Sung by Mr. Jounstrowe in the new Opera of ‘ Ramah Droog.’ | A SEN I was a mighty {mall boy, Patt Young Margery came to our town, fir, How I was bother’d with joy, Like a kitten I frifk’d up and down, fir, Calling her my {weet Pearl, Following always behind her, For her black eyes no girl “Could match my fweet Margery Grinder. My mother in vain bade me work, - - Nor work, nor eat, could poor Barney, ‘So fhe went to-old father O’Rourke, Told her ftory, and atter fome blarney, : “« Give me advice,” fays fhe, . « No friendathan you can be kinder, Father O’Rourke a fheep’s eye Had himfelf caft on Margery Grinder. «¢ What Devil has got in the place, «© The folks are all mad,” cries my mother, There’s captain Dermot M‘Shean, And that deaflawyer, Patrick his brother, __, Thedy the pur-blind beau, | . And old O’Donoyan blinder, | ‘They’re dancing a hobbling, ali | After pert little Margery Grinder. ‘This; father O’Rourke gravely heard, For grave was the father, tho’ frifky, «« Mrs. Liffey,” fays he, “ take my word,” But he firft took a noggin of whifkey, Barney will have the girl, Catch her where’er he can find her, So by his advice I was married Next day to fweet Margery Grinder. On a Scolding Wife. TAY Wife has a tongue as good as e’er twang’d, ’ At every word fhe bid me_be hang’d, | She’s ugly, fhe’s old, and a curfed fcold, | With a damnable Nunquam fatis, % | For her tongue and her rail, if ever they fail, _ Then the dee’l fhall have her gratis. PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, — Where the preceding Numbers can be had. r 4 P \ / ’ ° * > il 3 Benes \ My bonny Scot-man. Ys gales that gently wave the fea, And pleafe the canny boat-man, Bear me frae hence, or bring to me My brave, my bonny Scot-man: . In haly bands a: We'join’d our hands, Yet may not this difcover, While parents rate A large eftate Before a faithfu’ lover. : & But I loor chufe in Highland glens To herd the kid and goat-man, Ere I could for fig little ends Refufe my bonny Scot-man. Wae worth the man Wha firft began The bafe ungen’rous fafhien, ois Frae greedy views Love’s art to ufe, While ftrangers to it’s paflion. eg ee Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth, slg Hatte to thy longing laffie, ' Who pants to prefs thy bawmy mouth, And in her bofom hawfe thee. Love gi’es the word, - te Then hafte on board, & , Fair winds and tenty boat-man, Wait o’er, waft o’er, Frae yonder fhore, 3 | My blyth, my bonny Scot-man. 7 Sn ee ae A Catch. Ay HEN V and I together meet, “ag We make up /« in houfe or firéet, re Yet I and V may meet once more, And then we two can make but four. But when that V from I am gone, Alas! poor I can make but one. eee i. ~ me s + > ; a? 7 The Prophets. 43 the fir book of Job, which I now-mean'to quote, : At the fiith and fix verfes you'll find it thus wrote: « So Mofes invited fome prophets to dine, «« And drink a few bottles of goofeberry wine.” Derry down, Se. . ‘Then Moles was plae’d ina chair in a:thrice, And Aaron, his crony, deputed his vice, 4 When the glafs moving quick, and the wine being ftrong, ‘Mofes {wore they fhou’dn’t ftir till they’d each fung a fong. Derry down, &e. Sone ey afkew, Sir, at firft Mofes faw, ‘(But whate’er Motes faid, why you know, Sir, was law 3) Nay he frankly declar’d, that fhould any decline, He would fine them a, bumper of goofeberry wine. Derry down, Ga. Little David, it feems, fir, firft was the choice, For they very well knew he’d an excellent voice; But he vow’d he cou’dn’t fing, they {wore ’twas a thumper, ~ And poor little David-was fin’d in a bumper, _ Derry down, &e. Rear admiral Noah, who much has been faid of, And gis jaunt on the water, which we have ail read of, : Not liking thin goofeberry, call’dfor.adram, ~ _ find then gave them the fong, which he fung to - » ‘young Ham. f ; . seat Derry down, &e. = \Woah’s Song —Air, Heaving of the Lead. _ And bearing upto gain the port, Some well-known object had in view; An abbey tow’r, or harbour fort, Which o’er theflood old Noah knew, ie . While oft the lead the feamen flung: And to the watchful pilot fung, By the mark—Seven. ‘Ezekiel rofe next, fir, a very great {moaker, | But in rghung his pipe, burnt his nofe with the er 5 . Being fkilful in mufic, and proud of his voice, With exquifite fancy, this fong was his choice. i: r Derry down, Ee. 2 Eixekiel’s Song.—AMir, Knile’s Pound. . _ Why Motes, why Aaron, my boys, pe I am glad I have met with you here: _ Por Zeky, as all of you knows, d He is fond of a drop of good beer ; __ Af you mean for to pafs all the night, Why fay fuch are your purpofe and ends, m4 nd truft me we’il have a good ’bout, . Forl love a good pot with my friends. Then Solomon rofe next, fir, all in his glory, And faid he had much rather tell thema ftory ; But the cry againit that was a great deal too ftrong, i For they would have nothing but ‘ Solomon’s fong.* Te . . Derry down, fe. i Solomon's Song. D’ve kifs’d and T’ve prattled with fifty fair maids, And chang’d them as oft do you fee; But of all the fair damfels that dance on the green, Dear Sheba’s the queen for me “4 - , Gan oe! ee , * ea he | ‘THE CHARMS OF MELODY. _ 4 Next Habakkuk rofe, for they took the Qh, dear, what can the matter be, , be fhort ; a fe f So he fung Chevy Chace, to a difmal pfalm tune, Which the Prophets all thought would have lafled till noon. Derry doz gp hte ok Now Mofes it feems, fir, who good hours kept, | While they fat a finging, why he fat and flept; But wak’d by the noife, fir, of calling. ncore,, But Habakkuk’s cold had made E hoarfe ; Lillabullero. --Feremiah’s Song.— Air, Queen Mary’s Lamentation. A 1 figh and lament me in vain, © ° “hefe walls can but echo my moan.: te Alas! it-encreafes my pain, “ ? When think of the days that are gone. 4 Through the grates of my window I fee | x The boys as at marbles they play; ody rae I cry, and-exclaim out, ah, me! . Pa I once could play ‘better than they. : Then up rofe little Jonah, who look’d like a jelly, For he was juft come, fir, fron whale’s belly; For three days and three nights was he left to defpair, But he’é fing to Mofes what he fuffer’d there. * Derry down, St. Fonah’s Song get he oat os Ceafe, rude Boreas, bluftering zailer5, Rie) ost Lift ye landmen alltome; eg: Meffmates, hear a‘brether failor = Sing the dangers of the fea;; ‘In the horrid belly pent, fir, : Think on what I fuffer’d there; Forc’d to keep a difmal Lent, fir, And to breathe infectious air : i ro Nought but fith to feed upon, fir, ei And compell’d to eat it raw.; All my hopes were almoft gone, fir, Ere [ left the monft’rousjaw. — Had I been.a common fwimmer, I muft furely have been drown’d; *Twas fo dark, that not a glimmer o Shone upon me all around. S — > Nae BP Then Sampfon rofe next, once in prowels fo big, But at that time, friendSampfon, had juft got hiswigs — He related the tale of hisdire mifhap, How his wife fhav’dshis head ashe fleptin herlap. Rome ESI Te Am, Oh, dear, what can the matter be, Oh, dear, what can the matter be, Sampfon has loft all his ‘hair. Oh that I e’er fhould have ekenie found a nap, jl ‘Oh that I e’erfhould have taken it in her lap, Oh that I had but tied on my red night cap, Thea Sampfon had ne’er loft his hair; Mercy on me, what canthematterbe. &e. ifs stk aah Rag They next call’d on Job, asa fong ag: But they begg’d, as "twas latest a y + ae He bid them get home, for they fhould dri more: Derry down, Weli-bred Aaron, it feemspfir, at thistock offe And {wore want of good manners,’ fhew’d want good ienfe ; oo This caus’d a difpute, fome refletions werecaft, — But fordecency’s fake, we'al not mention what’p ; aia Derry down, {oe* oe r Ais rae - oy yas Pee meme ae 7 vf Pee ge Fy “ee a tet a ni ae re y ar oe Good Advice. BALLAD. ay , b. | ; y fwains who are courting a maid, bi: Be warn'd and inftruéted by me, ‘Tho little experience I’ve had, _ Pll give you good counfel and free ; _ Bor women are changeable.things, And feldom a moment the fame, As time a variety brings; © rage! si # Their-looks new humours proclaim. iY But he who in love would fucceed, And his miftrefs’s favour obtain, Muft mind it as fure as his creed, To make hay whilft the fun is ferene; There’s.a feafon to conquer the fair, _ «And that’s when they're merry and gay; _ To watch the occafion take care, When ’tis gone in vain you'll affay. ie ~ The Kennel Raker. e! ‘ Air, —* Balance a Straw, “rrHO’l fweep to and fro, old iron to find, 4 Brafs pins, rufty nails, they are ail to my mind, YetI wear a found heart, true to great George our king, And tho’ ragged and poor, with clear confcience ; 3 can fing, » Tho’ Lfweep to and fro, yet P'd have you to know , Lhere are fweepers.in-high life as well.asin low. ce ; The Statefman he fweeps in his coffers the blunt That fhould pay the poor foldiers that honour do poe. “hunts ‘ The action, tho’ dirty, he cares not a ftraw, So he gets but the ready, the rabble may jaw. Be Tho’ I fweep, Gee T’m told that the Parfon, for I never go ’ To hear a man preach what he'll never ftick to: *Tis all for the fweepings, he tips you the cant, i You might pray by yourfelves elie, depend, firs, os, upon’t. ws Tho’ I fweep, Ec. ‘One {weeps you from this life, you cannot tell » where, : _ And what place you go to the Doctor don’t care; _ So he bringsin his bill, your long purfes to broach, _ Then he laughs.in his fleeve as he rides in his coach. Tho’ I fweep, Se. aS Your Counfel may plead, but for what is his jaw? His eye’s on your fob, whilft he chatters the law ; Tongue-padding he-rakes ye and {weeps you quite clear. Of what’s better than iron, you need not to fear. he fe ss Tho’ I fweep, es But honefty’s beft in what flation'we are, For the grand fweeper, Death, we can fooner pre- ® peres : | P His ftate{man, your parfon, your phyfic and law, WhenDeath takes. afweep are no more than a chawe T° . Tho’ I fweep, 0 Pu By. . ® Oa 6 is ay A ya y > wi FAA . ‘ ae f ey ——=—_ - George Barnwell. G. Barxevell was the laft man who was hung alivein chains in the year 1587—-His agonies and hunger were fo great that he had knawn the fleth off his fhoulders as far as his mouth could reach ; when Queen Elizabeth chancing to fide by the place, heard his groans, ard as an at of mercy, order’d him to be ‘inftantly ftrangled, and that no other.perfon thence forward, fhould be hung in chains ’till after they had-been ftrangled. ‘The fubject of this ballad is fufficientiy popular from the modern ‘play which is founded upon it, written by George Lillo, a jeweller of London, and firft aéted about 1730, As for ‘the ballad, it was printed. at leaft asearly as. the-middle of the daft century. j ACE youths of fair England That dwell both far and near, si Regard'my ftory that I tell, Ripe Sige And to my fong give ear. A London lad I was, A merchant’s ’prentice bound : ; exe My name George Barnwell; that did fpend My mafter many a pound. ‘Take heed of harlots tin, And their enticing trains; For by that means I have been brought To hang alive in chains, As I upon a day, ~ Was walking through the ftreet About my mafter’s bufinefs, A wanton I did meet. A gallant dainty dame, And fumptuous in attire ; With fmiling look fhe greeted me, And did my name require. Which when I had declar’d, nee She gave me then a kifs, And faid, “if I would come to her, | i *¢ T fhould have more than this. o Fair miftrefs,” then quoth I, “If I the place may know, “ This ev’ning I will be with you, . * For I abroad muft go iit “« To gather monies in, ie “ That aremy mafter’s due: * And ere that I do home return, ae J’ come and vifit you. — ; George Barnwell,” then quoth the, LN “ Do thou to Shoreditch come, Se cs 4 n fan: «© And afk for Mrs. Millweod’s houfe, . oie «“ Next decor unto the Gun, Se « And truft me on my truth, cee «© Tf thou keep touch with me, My deareft friend, as my own heart, 5 She « Thou fhalt right welcome be.” ae & n Thus parted we in peace, +; And home I pafied right; 2 Then went abroad, and gather’d in, eos ee By fix o’clock at night, nant * An hundred pounds and one; With bag under my arm I went to Mrs. Millwood’s houfe, ; And thought on little harm; a And knocking at the door, hi ‘ Straightway herielf came down: Ruftling in moft brave attire, With hood and filken gown. Who through her beauty bright, So glorioufly did thine, That fhe amaz’d my dazzling eyes, She feemed fo diyine.. A ‘ an A . * pare s ee y 4 , A ~ q - 2 % a oe we 92 | | She took me by the hand, And with a modeft grace, * Welcome, {weet Barnwell,” Unto this homely place. © And fince I have thee found “ As good asthy word-to be ; “ A homely fupper ere we part, * Thou fhalt take here with me.” then quoth ‘the, * © parden me, quoth I, “ Fair miftrefs, I you pray ; “ For why, out of my mafter’s houfe “‘ Solong I dare not ftay, “« Alas, good fir, fhe faid, « Are you fo ftritly ty’d, “¢ You may not with your deateft friend “ One hour or two abide? “¢ Faith, then the cafe is hard, “ Tf it be fo,” quoth fhe; “ IT would I were a ’prentice bound, “« To live along with thee : *« Therefore, my deareft George, Lift well what I fhall fay, ‘¢ And do not blame a woman much, “© Her fancy to betray. *¢ Let not affection’s force «¢ Be counted lewd defire, ‘“ Nor think it an immodefty, “ T fhould thy love require.” ~ With that fhe turn’d afide, And with a blufhing red, A mournful motion fhe bewray’d By hanging down her head. | a hamitcrehtes fhe had, All wrought with filk and gold : Which the to ftay her trickling tears Before her eyes did hold. This thing unto my fight Was wond’rous rare and ftrange ; Andin my foul and inward thought, It wrought a fudden change : q E ‘That I fo hardy grew, To take her by the hand : Spying, « fweet miftrefs, why do you “ So dull and penfive ftand? ee Call me no miftrefs now, “ But Sarah, thy true friend, .« Thy fervant, Millwood, honouring thee, geese hef life hath’ end.” “ TR thou wouldft here alledge, * Thou art in years a boy 3 : * So was Adonis, yet was he «« Fair Venus’ only joy.” Thus I, who ne’er before Of woman found fuch grace, But feeing now fo fair a dame Give me a kind embrace, I fupp’d with her that night, With joys that did abound ; And for the fame paid prefently, In money, twice three pound, An hundred kiffes then, For my farewell fhe gave; Crying, “ {weet Barnwell; when fhalld if a -hepiaahy company have ? Me he ich om a's *. i ‘ Si , BALLADS anca ENT ND MOD ’ 4 “® fay not hence too long. _ « Sweet George, have me in mind.” | mide Ny Her words bewich’d my ca She uttered them fo kind: ‘So that I nude a vow, Next Sunday without fail, © With my {weet Sarah once again, ol To tell fome pleafant tale. When fhe heard me fay fo, ‘ + ad The tears fell from her eye; “ O George,” quoth fhe, « if thou doft fail, om “ Thy Sarah a wi die. ¥ Though loved ea a ; The appointed day come That I muft with my Peed ieerts: Having a mighty fem & « -% sf Of money in my hand, r Unto her houfe went I, Whereas my love upon Be bed, In faddeft fort did lie. « What ails my heart’ s delight ; ae age “« My Sarah dear,” qubth I; « Let not my love lament ani grieve, | “ Nor fighing, pine and die. « But tell me, deareft friend, , “ What may thy woes amend, “ And thou fhalt lack no means of help, “ Though forty pound I pend,” With that fhe tarn’d her head, And fickly thus did fay, “O me, {weet George, my Bee is great, « Ten pound I have to pay, 3 “ Unto a cruel japeisies a “ And God, he knows?” queth fhe, f “I have it not.*? * Tufh, rife,” I faid," « And take it here of me. es | “ ‘Ten pounds, nor ten times ten, « Shall make my love decay.” _ Then from my bag into her hee I caft ten pounds ftraightway. | All bliche and pleafant then, To banqueting we go; She proffer’d me to lie wil her, And faid it fhould be fo, And after that fame time, I gave her ftore in coin, Yea, fometimes fifty pounds at once ; ? All which I did purloin. ? And thus I did pads on; o oe Until my maiter then Did call to have his reck’ning in Caft up among his men. The which when as I heard, lL knew not what to fay : ‘ For well I knew that I was out Two hundred pounds that day. ir on _ hee ‘ se q Then from my mafter ftraight Iran in fecret fort; ° And unto Sarah Millwood there My cate I did report. But how fhe us’d this youth, » In this his care and woe, And all a ftrumpet’s wily ways, i } The Jfecond L part will fhow. | * ae ud a oe - Mt oS , ond part in the i © a ee Bige? Ney fame i UU aS , é ©: , i \ ‘ ; 2 : mee [ Numb.47 41] " . ; ° ft One Penny. a § da THE ‘: H A RM S O FR N i E Ty O D Y: : ‘ oo past R EN MED LC EY. ER A RE Se SP Sg Sere ee pens cnet en accent The Plan of the Publifher is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all th i i i : : gab pith 1 d e Songs, ancient and modern, in the E forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchdnafian, Sea, and Political Songs ‘ Five a OUEL a irifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. ‘To which will be added, a complete Index. wr A ma? a , i a yo lai A Hunting Song. | The Lock and Key. : ee rouze, jolly fportfmen, the hounds are OOD mother, if you pleafe, you ew ; > ’ may , all out, G Place others to obferve my way ; , The chace is began, I declare; Come, up too and horfe, let us follow the rout, And join in the chace of the hare. | Hark! hark! don’t you hear? they aremow in the vale ; The horn, how melodious it founds! - Poor pufs ina fright, how fhe ftrives to prevail, And fly from the cry of the hounds ! Or be yourfelf the watchful fpy, And keep me ever in your eye : Unilefs the will itfelf refirain, ) The care of others is in vain; Andif myfelf I do not keep, Inftead of watching, you may fleep. When you forbid what love infpires, Tho’ up to the hills and mountains fhe {cales : Rarbiddin Wilt FEAME 4 abet ’ g, you but fan it’s fires; Whofe tops teem to join in the thy ; Reftraint does appetite enrage, - We mount in the air, like a kite ina gale, ‘And youth may -prove too ftrong for ane And follow the hounds in full cry. : Then leave me unconfin’d and free, Tho’ into the copfe the for refuge there flies, With prudence for my lock and key ; We kill her, ’tis twenty the odds ; For if mylelf I do not keep, While echo furrounds us with hooting and cries, Inftead of watching, all may fleep. We feem to converfe with the gods. ‘ : | Our freedom with confcience is never alarm’d, | iM : We're Btapgers to eiiyy and firite ; The firft time at the Looking-glafs. ta When bleft with a wife, we return to her arms; : . % Spork {weetens rhe conjugal life. 5 Air, —‘Lhe Sun had leos'd his weary teams, Geo,” " by Our days pafs away in a fcene of delight ‘ae Which kingsand their courtiers ne’er tafte; HE firft time at the looking glafs ms In pleafures of love we revel all night, ; The mother fets her daughter, ie Next morning return to the chace. | The image ftrikes the fmiling lafs “al With felf love ever after, 1 The Infallible Doctor. Each time fhe looks, fhe, fonder grown, hed i ; Thinks ev’ry charm growsftronger: aoe yet friend, grave man of art, But alas, vain maid, all eyesbut yourown “i I find a ftrange, unufual {mart, Can fee you are not younger. | ite eee *Tis here—fierce fymptoms at my heart. BopparsDptie. as : Difcover. eee *Tis pleafure, pain, a mix’d degree, oa Petit My pulfe examine, here’s your i z 7 i ficknefs be? What think you can my licknels be ae ‘AY Carch: | er ht fure ! . he i fi Ena ee ERE Pan ERE, where is my landlord? A pot of good’ O eafe me ftraight—I'll not endure 3 Prefcribe, I’l] follow clofe the cure. drink ; But faith you muft truft, for we have no chink. : But i Indeed, fir, you look like a very good fellow, ; ee! He rie jpgetl oe Pe But I cannot truft without white or yellow. Ah ken, aie expedient then ? The yellow I have none, and as for the white, are Arope. ‘ Make ufe of your chalk, and fo a good night. Take hope. ) PUBLISHED at N°-10,.BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, a Ks be oe ; | Where the preceding Numbers can be had. . a ve a wy rn , A ie a : , #. Sd ‘ ve Lg am d m . ee Ls pe ai g —_—_ 1. fh _ << +f - ‘ it oa Sta ie : = *« ar = “= . ‘/, <”. ‘ Thee - « f - f oe ‘i ; A Free-Mafon’s Song. © “(AREAT Jupiter took it onéday in his head To fend forth a meffenger, as it is {aid, To fearch every place, and to ftriétly enquire « Where the goddeis, Fidelity, chooie to retires Derry down, *Fe. Nimble Mercury ftraight as a meffenger dreft, ‘ A punctual obedience to orders exprets'd 5 And promifs’d great Jove he would certainly find Where fhe was, if with deities, or with mankind. no, Derry dyvwn, Gee ‘Then down flew the god to fam’d Cythera’s grove, _ _ In hopes of fome news from the young god of love, Who at firfl could not tell how to make a reply, But at laft told the truth, tho’ accuftom’d to lie. Derry down, Sc I’m ignorant, faith, faid the little arch urchin, What place for Fidelity you muft go fearch in ; . But am vaftly furpris’d you fhould_ think here to : find her, ‘When you know that my mother and I never mind her. ‘ Derry down, Ue. This anfwer not fuiting at all to his tafte, Away then to Hymen does Mercury haite : ; But what ignorance:here did he fhew of mankind, To imagine Fidelity there he fhould find. Derry down, Ge. + Again difappointed, he made no long flay, But with ali expedition continued his way : Yet thought that perhaps it might anfwer his ends, If enquiry he made of the Goddefs of Friends. © Derry down, Ge. But vain were his hopes, in his fearch here likewife, For his hoftefs thus anfwer’d, with tears in her eyes; « Alas! honeft friend, this goddeds fo dear, «© For whom you enquire, is feldom feen here. Derry down, Se. ot In one only place you can find her on earth, -. * §o haften away to the fons of true mirth, ee To alodge of Free-mafon’s immediate repair, « And no manner of doubt, but you’ll meet with i her there. A Derry down, Se. °} La A Sonnet. FE huhh’d, ye fweet birds, and forbear your fhrill notes, : ; Nor deign fuch a clamour tokeep; _ But ftop a few moments, and reft your foft throats, For there lies a goddefs afleep ! Keep off, ye pert flies, from the cheek of my fair, And let her contentedly lay ; For, if you prefume to alight on her face, 1+ “ You'll wake her as fure as ’tis day! Ye gods! fend young cupids to “bide at her fect, . Let the graces adorn her {weet head ! Let the pleafanteit dreams make her flumbers com- . plete, d angels keep nad o’erher head. *S.. © . . ® _™ * ~, 3 Bagh. Bk 3 aes 7 — | ii, saat THE,CHAR et \ _ Ye gods, what is wealth, what is fame or renown, or ae Smart who prince of coxcombs thines Firft teized me with his flames and darts, With tender looks and am’rous whines, - Piercing arrows, bleeding hearts: - - ‘He talk’d of Cupids in my eyes, .s By flatt’ring nonfenfe made his court, Tio 7% And hop’d to win me by furprize, | ey yw » But yet he wanted features for't.. ee 3% ae Beth ead Old Gripus next of fordid mold, ~*~ 4 Unluckly my charms enflav‘d; He placed his merit in his go’d, And boafted what Paha he’d fav’d;. ™ . He coughing, begg’d I’ r his vows, And not his doating paffion thwart + I told him he fhould be my fpoufe, | But that not features for’t. . Each morning leads o’er hill and d ¢ Implor’d menot to fhe my feorn, Hout liften to his love-fick tale; Of hordes, huntfmen, dogs and game, He madea notable report, © Yet ne’er infpir'd a mutual flame, 2 For he had not the features for"t. A ruftic whom the echoing om nv fi aa | A ‘ ¥ te 4 Adorn’d with honour, truth and fenfe, Lorenzo lafl his fuit addrefs’d ; My heart firaight own’d hisinfluence, _ And all his matchlefs worthconfefs'd; ~ With himthe nuptial bed I’ll fhare, pie oe While little loves around usfport, . ~~ Heaven form’d him fure to pleate the fair, For he—has all the features for’t. » vi - Betfly Brown. | [N purfuit of a lafs that was form’d i my tafe; ~ W hat pains did I take, and what tir e did Iwatte? In vain did I ramble o’e ‘country and t wn, Pa Be /Brown. * ill chance introdue’d me to dear See 0 X . a WE see Such a fhape, fuch an air, fuch a mien, fuch a face: She fmil’d with fuch fweetnefs, convers’d with fuch grace: ’ y rR, cine? 4 A forehead unus’d toa wrinkle or frown, Prefides o’er the face of my dear Betfy Brown. yf Aas | When firft I beheld her my heart was i asinflam’d, And thrill’d with a repels cannot be nam’d: Compar’dwith the charms of my dear Betfy Brown. — Tho’ her perfon has beauties beyond all compare, Of virtue, her mind has a much better fhare ; Let others ambition extend to a crown,. IT afk, O ye gods, but my dear Betfy Brown. . . ’ : 7 ’ x Apa j Oh! let me this charming dear creature poffefs, No more I requeft, nor can afk any lefs; — ~ From the fummit of hope let me not tumble down, Ye gods give me death, or my dear Betfy Bro wns - Sh * / a Pie re Re re) om The Vicar of Bray.* JN good king Cuarunzs’s golden days, When loyalty had no harm in’t, A zealous high-church man I was, _ | And fo I got preferment: To teach my flock I never mift, Kings are by God appointed ; And thofe are damn’d that do refift, And touch the lord’s annointed. And this is the law 1 will maintain ‘ Until my dying day, fir, ae Lhat whatfoever king foall reign, . R L will be Vicar of Bray, fir. When royal James obtain’d the throne, _ And pop’ry came in fafhion, _ The penal laws hooted down, And read the declaration;~ The church of Rome If found wou fit Full well my conftitution, - And had become a jefuit, _ But for the revolution. And this is the law, Ge. _ When William was our king declar’d, . To éafe this nation’s grievance ; _ ~ With this new wind about I fteer’d, > And fwore to him allegiance: © _ Old principles I did revoke, _. «Set conicience at a diftance, _ Paffive obedience was a joke, And pith was non-refiftance. » + _ When Ann afcended firft the throne, _ © "The church of England’s glory, Another face of things was feen, And T became a tory : i - : Occafional conformifts bafe, ‘ » J damn’d their moderation, And thought the church in danger was By fuch prevarication. | And this is the law, eo. _ When George in pudding time came o’er, And moderate,men look’d big, fir, -- I turn’d a cat-in-pan once more, | And then became a whig, fir; 5 And fo preferment I procur’d - By our new faith’s defender; © And always ev’ry day abjur’d _~ “The Pope and the Pretender. ' im And this is the law, Fe. Th’ illufirious houfe of Hanover, And Proteftant fucceffion, - To thefe I do allegiance fwear, While they can keep poffeffion ; For by my faith and loyalty I never more willfaulter, , And Georce my lawful king fhall be, Until the times fhall alter. : And this is the law, ce. Pep eee rea te i. Bray isa parith in Devonfhire near to Barnftaple.—A town in the County, of Wicklow being of the fame name, has been fometimes miftaken for it: but the Vicar of Bray here named was the noted Gesrge.Chillington, who by changing of fides held | the Vicarage from the year 1670 till 1722. | % Gees, Gon, Gite brie wits THE CHARMS OF MELODY. | . eh x..' And this is the law, &Fe. When hhe perceiv’d by this, Sa ea t,o 4 BALLADS (S' 4 - Second Part of i George Barnwell. SViOUNG Barnwell comes to thee, ; Sweet Sarah, my delight : Comicon . Tam undone unlefs thou ftand ass ge ( My faithful friend this night, Our mafter to accounts, : = ie Hath juft occafion found ; And I am caught behind the hand, / Above two hundred pound : And now his wrath to ’feape, My love I fly to thee, Hoping fome time I may remain - ee: in fafety here with thee. ae With that fhe knit her brows, And looking all aquoy, Quoth fhe, “ what fhould I have to do “ With any ’prentice boy? seal : «« And: feeing you have purloin’d fe, “ Your matter’s goods-away, sou “ The cafe is bad, and therefore here ~ You fhall no longer flay.” ¢: Why dear, thou knowft,” I faid, “« How all which I could get, “‘T gave it, and did {pend it all ~. * Upon thee, every whit. Quoth the, “ thou art a knave, « To. charge me in this fort, “« Being a woman of credit fair, «« And known of good report, «“ Therefore I tell thee flat, | | * “ Be packing with good fpeed, — ‘d “ T do defy thee from my heart, Ce el « And fcorn thy filthy deed.” hey « Is this the friend{hip that ee 3 oR ' «“ You did to me proteft ? a « Ts this the great affection which “© You fo to me expreft.” ; LOE «“ Now fie on fubtle fhrews! | ty i aah « The beit is, I may fpeed bs ee « To geta lodging any where eh ES ‘ « For money, in my.need. Re “© Falfe woman, now farewell, : wig a « Whilft twenty pounds doth laft, _ : i “© My anchor in fome other haven « With freedom 1 will caft.” st I had ftore of money there: ey “ Stay, George,” quoth the, * thou art too quick =H _ « Why, man, I did but jeer : “ Doft think for all my fpeech, “That I would let thee go ? . ig “ Faith, no,” faid the, “my love to thee « I wifsis more than fo.” ; x / 5 ta ie ¢ ’ ae ee i a . ae ~jeae . — Pee " => 5 rh = Ss ys ~e . ~ o * 3 z : < 5 » > ~* | . « 7 \ ; t 5 2,96 BALLADS AaNciENT AND MODERN, LEGENDARILS, eRe ener ; ¢, . . ‘\ , k At You fcorn a ’prentice boy, ee e iP to take. « T heard you juft now {wear, E ih ra a Steak i « Therefore I will not trouble you.” utt . ‘ ae ee er ha * tt Nay, George, hark in thine ear; Took orderfor his itay. «« ; Unto his uncle then ek haan Sie : He rode with might and main, | « But man ! we’ll have a bed for thee, Who witha welcome and good chee “ Or elfe the devil take all.” Did Barnwell entertain. i So I by wiles bewitch’d One fortnight’s {pace he ftay'd, And fnar’d with fancy full, Until it chanced fo, ‘ Had then no power to put away, His uncle with his cattle did Or to withitand her will, Unto a market go. 5 : ; His kinfman rode with him, ane: naa ee Vig : Where he did fee right plain, And nothing in the world I thought Sc uees af aad he had took + For Sarah’s love too dear. Cn CO ee ee yrs Sudden within a wood, re Pear co tee . He ftruck his uncle down, All, all too little I did nia And beat his brains out of his head; : ; So fore he crack’d his crown. } ; / ‘ That I upon her fpent. «A fig for care and thought! *‘ When all my gold is gone, “ In faith, my girl, we will have more, « Who e’er I light upon. % “ My father’s rich, why then “ « Should I want ftore of gold?” “ Nay, with a father, fure,” quoth fhe, ‘A fon may well make bold. « T’ve a fifter, richly wed, « Yl) rob her e’er I'll want.” « Nay, then,” quoth Sarah, “ they may well “ Confider of your feant.” ““ Nay, I an unclehave, ’ « At Ludlow he doth dwell : “ He isa grazier, which in wealth ss Doth all the ref excell. (a Ere I will live in lack, « And have no coin for thee : « [’ll rob his houfe, and murder him.” «“ Why fhould you not,” quoth fhe : «s Was I aman, ere I « Would live in poor eftate; “ On fathers, friends, and all my kin, * T would my talons grate. « For without money, George, « A man is but a beaft: « But bringing money, thou fhalt be « Always my welcome guett. “ For fhouldf thou be purfued «© With twenty hues and cries, « And with a warrant fearch’d for, . « With Argus’ hundred eyes, «“ Yet here thou fhalt be fafe ; «« Such privy ways there be, “ That if they fought an hundred years «< They could not find out thee.” And fo caroufing both, Their pleafures to content: George Barnwell had in little {pace by His money wholly {pent. Ee et Which done, to Ludlow ftraight He did provide to go, To rob his wealthy uncle there; His minion would it fo. a i+ tabs a ¢ a | s - ~ lend ’ . . a . Then feizing four {core pounds, To London ftraight he hied, And unto Sarah Millwood all The cruel fact defery’d. « Tuth, ’tis no matter, George, « So we the money have é “ To have good cheer in jolly fort, «© And deck us fine and brave.” Thus liv’d in filthy fort, ; Until their flore was gone : When -means to get them any more, I wifh, poor George had none. Therefore in railing fort, She thruft him out of door ; Which is the juft reward of thofe Who {pend upen a whore. “QO! dome not difgrace “ In this my need,” quoth he She call’d him * thief and-murderer,” With all the fpight might be: To the conftable fhe fent, To have him apprehended ; And fhew’d how far in each degree, He had the laws offended. When Barnwell! faw her drift, To fea he got firaightway ; Where fear and {ting of confcience Continually on him lay. . Unto the lord mayor irs He did aletter wright; In which his own and Sarah’s fault, He did at large recite, Whereby the feized was, And then to Ludlow fent: Where fhe was judg’d, condemn’d and hang’d, F j ; or murder incontinent. There died this gallant quean, Such was her greateft gains: _ For murder, poor deluded youth, Was Barnwell hang’d in chains. Lo! here’s the end of youth bee after hariots haunt, | in the fpoil of o - About the firebts io fame ; F ae , = “- i aie MAAS Ti E CHARMS OF MELODY, SIREN ME DIE Y. x The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, inthe Englifh Language, . | worth preferving—forming anUniverfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as-Old Englith, Irith, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, 8c. 8c, To which will be added, a complete Index. The Soger Laddie. | Ye blytheft Lads and Lafles gay. M* foger laddie NG blytheft lads and laffes gay, Is over the fea, Hear what my fang difclofes; And he will bring gold As I one morning fleeping lay, And money to me; Upon a bank of rofes, — And when he comes hame, Young Jamie whifking o’er the mead, He'll miake me a lady, By good luck chanc’d to fpy me; My bleffing gang with He took his bonnet aff his head, My foger laddie. f And foftly fat down by me. My doughty laddie . | Jamie tho’ I right meikle pria’d Is handfome and brave, Yet now I wadna ken him, And can asa foger oi : But with a frown my face difguis’d And lover behave ; Qieee And ftrave away to fend him: True to his country, Jsut fondly he fliil nearer preft, To love he is fteady; And by my fide down lying, There’s few to compare His beating heart thumped fae faft, With my foger laddie. I thought the lad was dying. Shield him ye angels, But ftill refolving to deny, Frae death in alarms, And angry paflion feigning, Return him with laurels , I atten roughly thot him by, | To my langing arms. With words full of difdaining. Syne frae all my care Poor Jamie bawk’d, nae favour wins, Ye’l pleafantly free me, Went oit much difcontented ; When back to my withes But I, in truth, for a’ my fins, My foger ye gie me. : Ne’er haff fae fair repented. O, foon may his honours 3 | ae \ ~ Bloom fair on his brow, As quickly they mult Ye gentle Gales. For cee ae sh VY E gentle gales that fan the air, REEL ss kate gtrcatl gs : And wanton in the fhady grove ; Which makes me delight Oh! whifper to my abfent fair, In my foger laddie. My facred pain, and endlefs love: g And in the fultry heat of day, - When fhe does feek fome cool retreat, eS nie Throw fptcy odours in her way, Kindly, kindly. And fcatter rofes at her feet : : That when fhe fees her colours fade, ‘ RONDE kindly, thus my trealure, And all their pride neglected lye ; i Ever love me, ever charm 5 Let that inftruét the charming maid, Let the paffion know no mealure, That {weets not timely gather’d die , Yet no jealous fear alarm. el i ONE i ie ait sae nd when fhe lays her down to ret, Why fhould we, our blifs beguiling, Let fome aufpicious vifion fhew es ete Ro ee ‘Who ’ts that loves Camilla beft, eet my lott embraces imiling, And what for her I’d d it We'll be happy as the gods. : wah ee age Air—‘ Gently touch the Warbling Lyre. PUBLISHED at N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, _ Where the preceding Numbers can be had. a ,! 298 aa THE CHARMS OF MELODY. | ‘The Black Bird, Or Jenny Cameron's Lament. pee a fair morning, for foft recreation, I heard a fair lady was making great moan, With fighing and fobbing, and fad lamentation, Saying, “ my Black Bird moft royal is flown. “« My thoughts they deceive me, *« Reflections do grieve me, «* And Im o’er burden’d with fad mifery ; * Yer if death fhould blind me, * As true love inclines me, “ My Black Bird I’ll fee out, wherever he be. Once in fair England my Black Bird did flourith, “ He was the chief flower that in it did {pring; Prime ladies of hongur his perfon did nourifh, “ Becaufe he was the true fon of a king: ** But that falfe fortune, * Which ftill is uncertain, “Has caufed this parting between him and me, “ His name I’ll advance “ In Spain and in France, « And feek out my Black Bird, wherever he be. «« The birds of the foreft all met together, “ ‘The turtle has chofen to dwell with the dove; And I am refolv’d in foul or fair weather, “ Once inthe {pring to feek out my love. “ He’s all my heart’s treafure, “ My joy and my pleafure; “* And juftly, my love, my heart follows thee, “ Who are conftant and kind, ‘“« And courageous of mind ; “ All blifs‘to my Black Bird, wherever he be. ¢ rn ‘ < “In England my Black Bird and I were together, “© Where he was ftill mable and generous of heart, “ Ah! woe to the time that firft he went thither, * Alas! he was force’d foonthence to depart. “ In Scotland he's deem’d, “ And highly efleem’d, ' “In England he feemeth a ftranger to be; ** Yet his fame fhall remain “In France and in Spain; “ All blifs to my Black Bird, wherever he be. Whatif the fowler my Black Bird has taken, “ ‘Then fighing and fobbing will be all my tune; * But if he is fate, Il] not be forfaken, “ And hope yet to fee him in May or in June. ‘* For him through the fire, “ ‘Through mud and through mire, “ T’ll go; forI love him to fuch a degree, “ Who is conftant and kind, “ And noble of mind, - “* Deferving all \bleffings wherever he be. 6 ae Tt is not the ocean can fright me with danger, “Nor tho’ like a pilgrim I wander forlorn, I may meet with friendfhip of one ina ftranger, “¢ More than of one that in Britain is born. “TI pray heaven fo fpacious, “ To Britain be gracious, “ Tho’ fome there be odious to both him and me; “ Yet joy and renown, * And laurels thall crown “ My Black Bird with honour, wherever he be. acs By fhady Woods. 3” oa woods, and purling ftreams, Pp afs my hours in pleafing dreams And would not for the world be brought, Te change my falfe delightful thoughts; ¥or who, alas! can happy be, ‘That does the truth of all things fee. - ti . - \ pis ee & 1 “a > i J a = — as. a , 3 4 The Pedlav. A/T PARE Jaffes, draw near, I’m a pedlarYfo gay, | _ Juft popp’d here, to pay you a vifit; Commodities pleafing and fmart I difplay, Come, out with your montey—where is it ? | What! what! pretty maidens you all gather round! How pleas’d and how {mirking you are ! But which to.admire have your pretty looks found, Is it me, merry maids, or my ware? For, look! I’ve got ribbons and laces, And patches to fet off your faces ; You’ll all look like fo many graces, When deck’d out by me, I declare! And then, I’ve of bugles and beads fuch a thew; ‘Befitting the finett fair lady ; Befides, only look, I’m a bi: of a beau, Now an’t I? fo fpruce in my pladdie? With my tol de rol, Jol, &c. . You all like,a merry Scotch laddie. Adzookers! fly Sawney, don’t look fo demure. If the heart of your lafs you'd be ftealing, You muft purchafe my ‘goods—what a {mile—now I’m ture, \ ‘Tis with me, fhe would with to be dealing : Hihat! what! &c. I have trampt it to fairs, for a few years, or fo, And the fair round me all in.a crack, were ; O, Lord! I’m fo follow’d wherever I go! I'm oblig’d to cry, “ laffes, fall back there !” : What! what! Ec. > ! Meffimates at Sea. RAVE Oakum, Mainbrace, honeft Jack, Mat Midthips, too, was there, Who’d the compafg box, knew ev’ry tack, Could hand well, reef, and fteer ; The glaffes jingled, mirth went round, We troll’d a merry glee; . And while caroufing on dry ground, - To our mefimates drank at Yea. Sal Spriggins, who was there, d’ye mind? And the was all my pride! Said, while with tears her eyes were blind, And we fat fide by fide: “ Dear Jack,” fays fhe, “ my heart will break, “ When your’re far off from me.” “ Lord! Sal,” fays 1, “a noggin take, “To our mefimates out at fea.” A thoufand other toafts we gave ; With mirth our cabins ring! “May a Briton never be a flave !— “ The Navy !—George, our'king !” At length (from toping I ne’er fhrunk) It fomehow feem’d to me, , T could fee plaineft, when blind drunk, ‘Lo my mefimates drink at fea. Love of our Ifle my heart.commands, For Britain’s fame I burn, Where native freedom pipes “ all hands,” And fteps from flem to ftern ; From death or glory I’ll ne’er fhrink but doufe life’s colours free ; Yet while at anchor here, V’ll drink To my meffmates out at fea. > By a Gee , b . 4 Vi 4 ‘ ov | The Market Lafs. By HO: my dad I muft own is but poor, His cot can each comfort fupply, The vine tendril curls round his door, And ftreamlets meander anigh; Health reigns and rewards datly toil, mcf I rife at the lark’s early fong, And meeting my fwain at the ftle, To market we trip it along. Sweet {cented as blofforns in May, . Butter-prints my neat bafket o’erfpread, Milk-white chickens, cream-cheefe, I difplay, And ll vouch ev’ry egg is new laid. To partake in my health-earning toil, -. My fwain holds it ne‘er-can be wrong, Bears the weight of my load with a {mile, As to market we trip it along. Arriv’d, foon I purchafers view, Sell my flock very oft in a trice, Reap the produce to induftry Tne ik But ne’er charge above market price. Returning, the way we beguile _ With a tale, or a joke, or a fong, ‘Snatch a warm parting kifs at the flile; To our cot then I trip it along. ee Darby and Joan. TYEAR ‘Cloe, while thus beyond meafure, You treat me with doubts and difdain, You rob all your youth of its pleafure, And hoard upen old age of pain: Your maxim, that love is ftill founded ~ @n charms that will quickly decay, You'll find to be very ill grounded, When once you its dictates obey. The paffion from beauty firft drawn ~ Your kindnefs will vaftiy improve ; Soft looks and gay {miles are the dawn, Fruition’s the fun-fhine of love: And tho’ the bright beams of your eyes _ Should be clouded, that now are fo gay, ‘And darknefs obfcure all the fkies, We ne’er can forget it was day» ‘Old Darby, with Joan by his fide, You’ve often regarded with wonder; He’s dropfical, fhe is fore-ey’d, Yet they’re ever unealy afunder ; Together they totter about, Or fit in the fun at the door, And at night, when old Darby’s pot’s out, - His Joan will not fmoke a whiff more. No beauty nor wit they poffeds, ~ heir feveral fatlings to {mother ; Then, what are the charms, can you guels, Which make them fo fond of each other? *Tis the pleating remembrance of youth, The endearments that love did beltow ; The thoughrs of paft pleafure and truth, The beft of all bleflings below. Which ficknels and time can’t remove ; Wor when youth and beauty are palt, And aze brings the winter of love, A friendthip infenfibly grows, ~ By. reviews of fuch raptures as thefe; The current of foadnefs ftili flows, Which decrepit old age cannot freezes Ghote traces for ever wall laft, ¢ i ONL fp oF 7 ‘ THE CHARMS OF MELODY. = °°. 299 The poor Mariner. "THE awinds whiftled fhrilly, chill rain down was ftreaming, From a dark cell where Phoebus ne’er darted a beam is * Worn out with great age, prefs’d by hunger and grief! A fad fon of Neptune crawl’d forth for relief. “Give relief, oh! give relief? «Oh, give relief to a poor mariner i He tremblingly begg’d as the affluent pafs’d him, The poor mite benevolent charity caft him! W hile from his dim eyes, hid by darknefs’ thick veil, The big tear gufh’d forth while he told his fad tale. Give relief, Fc. * When Hawke and Bofcawen rode lords of the “© ocean, “ The foes of my king, have felt this arm’s motion, “This hand grafp’d a fword, dealt death to Gaul’s “ refiftance, “ Tho’ new feebly, thus, extended for affiftance. “Give relief, Sc. “ Thefe eyes have oftfeen the proud foe fink before “ me, “ Have fparkled with joy at the fignal of glory ; “« Have feen Britain’s flag to conqueft afpire— * Tho’—now loft in darknefs, for want I expire — “Give relief, Fe. “ My life’s been expos’d in defence of our laws, ‘« T’ve bled at each vein to fupport freedom’s caute: “ The billows of danger have flemm’d without * dread, Shik “ But faitly I ftruggle, now, beg for my bread. ; “ Give relief, Ec. “ Affift.me !”—he faid, the words quivering hung, In accents moft piteous, on the veteran’s tongue ; When the grim king of terrors his fuff’rings re- garded, And fnatch’d him from hence, to where virtue’s te- warded. Death gave relief—’twas death gave relief, Death gave relief to the poor mariner. FCG. Grofs. Ingratitude, or the, Captive. M* tale is fimple, fraught with woe, A Oft interrupted by a tear, Which down my furrow’d cheek will flow; Its burden, friendfhip, infincere. ~ A friend, involv’d requir’d ‘my aid— ; ‘Can manly feeling be fubdued ?— His bond{man I—by him betray’d — Imprifon’d,—mourn ingratitude. My Amnna’s fate her looks foretold, When cruel bondage bade us part : She, now, alas! is marble cold ! - And rent in twain my aching heart. Fortune once cheer’d me with her {mile} Now, pent in prifon, griefs intrude ; I mourn—I ne’er fufpected guile, Or poifon-fraught ingratitude. My tender infants, ah! forbear ; With horfor is the image fraught ; Defpair, diftraction rages*there, Oblivious pow’rs! then banifh thoughs. An abject wretch, forgot, forlorn, — i, Who pale Misfortune’s ipectre woo'd,. "hm Is fummon’d to Death’s peacetul bourn, The vidlim of ingratitude. x : : er rt ¢,' ; 300 BALLADS ANCIENT AND MODERN, EceN Des Se. ' re King Cophetua and the Beggar-maid. J READ that once in Africa A princely wight did reign, Who had to name Cophetua, As poets they did faine : From nature’s laws he did decline, For fure he was not of my mind, He cared not for woman-kind, But did them all difdain. ‘But, matk what happen’d on a day, As he out of his window lay, ‘He faw a beggar all in gray, The which did.caufe'his pain. J The blinded boy, that fhoots fo trim, From heaven down did hie; | He drew a dart, and fhot at him, In place where he did lye: Which foon did pierce him to the quick, And when he felt the arrow prick, Which in his tender heart did ftick, He look’d as he would die. “« What fudden chance is this,” quoth he, ‘“ That I to love muft fubject be, ‘ Which never thereto would agree, * But ftill did it defy.?”’ Then from the window he did come, And laid him on his bed, ‘A thoufand heaps of care did run Within his troubled head : For now he means to crave ‘her love, And now he feéks which way to prove How he his‘fancy might remove, And not this beggar wed. But Cupid had him fo in {nare, That this poor beggar muft prepare A falve to cure him of his care, ‘Or elfe he would be dead. And, mufing thus as he did lye, He thought for to devife ‘How-he might have her company, That fo did ’maze‘his eyes. ~ « In thee,” quoth he, “ doth reft my life, * For furely thou fhalt be my wife ; « Or elfe this hand with bloody knife “ The gods fhall fure fuiiice.”’ Then from his bed he foon arofe, And to his palace gate he gees ; Full little then this beggar knows When fhe the king efpies. “* The gods preferve your majefty,” The beggars all did cry, “« Vouchfafe to give your charity * Our childrens food to buy.” The king to them his purfe did caft, And they to part it made great hafte, ‘The filly woman was the laft That after them did hye: The king he call’d her back again, And unto her he gave his chain, And faid, “ with us you fhall remain ‘Till fuch time as we die 2’ “ if } ten Tian , ‘ “+ oe - ‘“« For thou,” quoth he, ‘halt be my wife, j «’ And honoured for my queen; « With thee I mean to lead my life, « As fhortly fhall be feen; “ Our wedding fhall appointed be, «« And every thing in its degree: ‘© Come on,” quoth he, * and follow me, “ Thou fhalt go fhift thee clean. « What isthy name? fair maid,’ quoth he, « Penelophon, oh, king,” ‘quoth fhe :” With that fhe made a low courtfey, A trim one as I ween. Thus hand in hand along they walk Unto the king’s palace : . The king with courteous comely talk This beggar doth embrace : The beggar blufheth fearlet red, And ftraight again as pale as lead, But not a word at all the faid, She was in fuch amaze. , At laft:fhe fpake with trembling voice, And faid, “ O king, I do rejoice, « That you-will take me for your choice, “And my degree’s fo bafe.”’ And when the wedding day was.come, The king commanded ftrait, The noblemen both all and fome Upon the queen to wait. And fhe behav’d herfelf that day, And if fhe né’er had walk’d the ‘way She had forgot her gown of gray, Which fhe did wear of late. The proverb old is come to pafs, The prieft, when he begins his mafs, forgets that ever clerk he was; He knoweth not his.eftate. Here you may tread, Cophetua, Though long time fancy fed, Compelled by the blinded boy The beggar for.to wed; * He that did lovers looks difdain, To do the fame was glad and fain, Or elfe he would himfelf have flain, In ftory as we read. Difdain no whit, ‘O lady dear, But pity now thy fervant here, _ Left that it hap to thee this year, As to that king it:did. ‘And thus they led a-quiet life, During their princely reign ; And.in a.tamb were buried both, \ As writers fheweth plain; The lords they took it griveoufly, The ladies took it heavily, The commons cried pitioufly, Their death to them was pain. ‘Their fame did found fo paflingly, That it did pierce the ftarry fky, And throughout all the world did fly, ° To every prince’s realm. ; hy : aie a c . ~ ae a 3 i a < & a» ae ¥ = > & ee he Be. % s 3 a ‘ 4 Re $24 ais" THE tir ie 4/0 CHARMS OF MELODY. OR rie ai : Pe STR EN MEDLEY. The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, ‘all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth preferving, in the Englith Language ; forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; as welt as Old Englith, [rith and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, ec &e. ‘To which will be added, a complete fader: , ¥ 7 4 © Bonny. Wally. Ben Block. ra ‘ K TULLY isa bonny lad, Black as a ‘floe his roguifh een ; x | Ey WAS prefs’, while a rowing fo happy; ' "No matter—’twas nonfenfe to grieve; - Features make my heart fu’ glad, | So, to drown care, with grog I got nappy; _Sprightly as his winning mein: Yet figh’d my aoe Kitty to leave; wy ; ia, But what hurt me moft, were thofe ninnies, Rofes on his cheeks are blowing, On whom I had thought to depend ; '-Gowden locks adown até flowing, for I wifh’d to-raife Kate afew guineas, Sweet his breath as cattle lowiag, But found I had got ne’er a friend! Bey Ha? Voice fo faft to cheer’me: Like the bonny bells a ringing. ' He’s aw joyful, laughing, finging, | Merry ditties deftly dinging, Bid be 4. When my Wully’s near me. | When abroad, why, I Lehata. a fhipmate, A note to my fweetheart ‘to write; —_, 1 ‘Which in doing, he fomehow, a flip made, ih | His own tale of love did indite ; ; So when I at Batterfea landed, (He’d patter’d her fo to his end) Raa I learnt, he my frigate commanded, ; And found I had got ne’er a-friend ! Unked am I'when alane,’ Moaping a’ the live-lang day 3, ci Yet I think him a’ my ane— Wully fra me ne’er will ftray. Rofes on his cheeks, Sco Had I, ftead af filver {ma’, : Ge The riches baith of land ane fea, Wully he fhould have it a’ \*F or Wally: hevis a’ to me: When again on the falt feas in motion, ; The dl-hnmour’d winds loudly TORT! thy t And friendthip I found on the ocean i ‘As feant-as (left it on thore! 5! | ~We were wreck’d; ‘but my. tale little matters: While: meHtnaees to Davy-defeend— I efcap’d, but was poor, allia tatters, + we Blea on his cheeks, Fa. i : And foniid I had™got ne’er a friend? , ’ +/ Yet Mill to all fear Tey was ranger, ; In battle (where Déath’ dips the grin)... , Was expos’d to the heat of each danger, i : "TT a mufket ball ‘iplinter "d my fin; Wells away to the cock. -pit I hobble, ea Where fo many cuftomers "tend, ig That the furgéon, to fave further trouble,. "gee Lopp’ di it off, damme, not like, a friend } T fhall ie happy Tod ihotrow. Sung in the Carni Opera of $.Fhe Shepher d's Laster 5 et °3 How happy’ ae loyer whofe caresiare no ae Who bids an adieu to all’ forrow.; ° My griefs are all hufht, and my torments,are.o ery: For I thall be-happy {to-morrow Each flow’ret- of fpring, that: cneatls the Erb From-you ev'ry, charin, feerms to bortow : ‘Then who will fo blot. or fo happy, be found, As T with any Daphne to-morrow. But now-ev’ry ee s iepalled, I find, laid ‘in Greenwich, ‘{nug. dock, My mefimates are:true; hone hearted, And each wifhes well to .Ben Blocks.) %f ~ The rear_of mydife glides ontghearly,'): cag aud = . In acalm, here, my moments I’llend@ so ous | Ihave fought for my king, late and enil aen And, blefs-him ! the sie ee lait ryt x T never am happy but whenjin your fight, Your fmiles are the cure of all forrow ober, dear Daphne, your -promife to- night; - And I fhall be happy to-morrow. +t . i t bo ii th i . ez ay here slut Svea Numbers can be ee \ 30% THE CHARMS-OF MELODY. - Sawny and Teague. Air,—* Lillibulero? \ OU that love mirth, attend to my fong, A moment you can never better employ; Sawny and Teague were trudging along, A bonny Scots lad and an Irith dear-joy; They neither before had feen a wind-mill, Nor had they heard ever of any fuch name: As they were walking, ; As merrily talking, At laft by meer chance to a wind-mill they came. “ Ha! ha!” cry’d Sawny, “what do ye ca’ that? * To tell the right name o't I am at a lofs.” Teague very readily anfwered the Scot, , “ Indeed I believe it’th thaint Patrick’s crofs.” Says Sawny “ you'll find yourfell meikle miftaken, “ For it is Saint Andrew's crofs I can fwear; * For there is his bonnet, « And tartans hang on it, « The plaill and the trews our apoftle did wear.” « Nay, o’ my fhoul joy, thou tellefht all lees, © For that I will fhwear is fhaint' Patrick’s coat; * T fhee’t him in Ireland buying the freeze, * And that I am fhure ith the fhame that he “ bought ; * And he is a fhaint mufh better than ever “ Made either the covenantfh fholemn or league: “ For o’ my fhalwafhion, “ He was my relation, “« Andhad a great kindnefh for honefht poorTeague. “ Wherefore” fays Teague “I will, by my fhoul, ‘« Lay down my napfhack, and take out my beads, “ And under this holy croth fet I will fall, “ And fhay pater-nofhter, and fome of our creeds:”” So Teague began with humble devotion, To kneel down before Saint Patrick’s crofs ; The wind fell a blowing, And fet it a-going, And it gave our dear-joy a terrible tofs, Sawney tehee’d, to fee how poor Teague Lay {eratching his ears, and roll on the grafs, Swearing, it was furely the de’ll’s whirly-gig, And none, he roar’d out, of Saint Patrick’s crofs; “ But ith it indeed,” cry’d hein a paffion,” “The croth of our fhaint that has crofht me fo “ fore; *Opo’ my falvation, bh *« This fhall be a cawfhion, “ To truft to Saint Patrick’s kindnefs no more.” Sawney to Teague then merrily ecry’d, “ This patron of yours ts a very fad loon, “To hit you fic a fair thump on the hide, “ For kneeling before him, and feeking a boon, “* Let me advife ye to ferve our Saint Andrew, “ He, by my faul, was a fpecial gude man; “ For fince your Saint Patrick “ Has ferv’d you fic a trick, “ I'd fee him hung up e’er I ferv’d him again.” a ee Good Advice. q* the be not kind as fair, * But peevifh and unhandy, Leave her, fhe’s only worth the care Of fome'fpruce jack-a-dandy. I would not have thee fuch-an afs, Hadft thou ne’er fo much leifure, To figh and whine for fuch a lafs, Who’s pride’s about her pleafure. & ms Any . | Ah, the Shepherd’s mournful fate, H, the fhepherd’s mournful fate, __ When doom’d to love, and doom’d to languifh, * To bear the feornful fair one’s hate, ~* : Ne: dare diiclofe his anguifh, Yet eager looks, and dying fighs, My tecret foui difcover, ‘ While rapture trembling thro’ mine eyes, Reveals how much I love het. The tender glance, the tedning cheek, O’erfpread with rifing bluthes, A thoufand various ways#hey f{peak, A thoufand various withes. For, oh! that form fo heavenly fair, Thofe languid eyes fo tweetly {miling, | That artlefs blufh, and modeft air, So fatally beguiling. Thy ev’ry look, and ev’ry grace, So charm whene’er I view thee; Till death o’ertake me in the chace, Sull will my, hopes purfue thee. ‘Then when my tedious hours are pat, Be this laft bleffing given, ~ Low at thy feet to breathe my lait, And die in fight of heaven. ‘ . Welcome, welcome; Brother Debtor. By Mr. Coffty. Se Air,— Hefier’s Ghoft.’ YVELCOME, welcome, brother debtor, To this poor, but merry place, _ Where no bailiff, dun, or fetter, Dare to fhew his frightful face; . But, kind fir, as you're a ftranger, Down your garnith you mult lay, Or your coat will be in danger ; You muft either ftrip or pay.) ».' Ne’er repine at yourconfinement’ 10" From your children or-your wifey * " Wifdom lies in true\refignment, Thro’ the various feenes of life. Scorn-to fhew the leaft refentment, Tho’ beneath the frowns of fate; |. Knaves and beggars find contentment; Fears and cares attend the great. “~~ ‘Tho’ our creditors are fpightful, © ..0°5 © = And reftrain out bodiés here, '° 0 . Ute will make a jail delightful, ' Since there’s nothing elfe to fear.’ Ev’ry ifland’s but a prifon, Strongly guarded (by the fea; Kings and princes, for that reafon, “) 9° (7 Pris’ners are as well as we. What was it made great Alexander a Weep at his unfriendly fate ? ae "Twas becaufe he could not wander ~~ a Beyond the world’s ftrong prifon gate. For the world is alfo bounded By the heav’ns and ftars above; 3 Why fhould we then be confounded, ; F Since there’s nothing free but. love. = x . - a jie > 2 ee. aed Gas a x 2a aR es j Begging Prologue: TO “GRETNA GREEN 4 REING A MUSICAL MEDLEY FROM THE soNGS IN THE BEGGAR'S OPERA’ Written'by Mr, Charles Stuart. {tT he Figures point out ‘the parodied Paflages:and a changes ‘in the Mulic.] f 11 PuE mufic’s prepared, hands and fticks are at work! « The critics are rang’d! a terrible fhow ! Bard be not afraid of damnation—[T. o the Author [2] ‘Our poet fhakes like a fiddle- ots in th’ or- / cheftra, Which i in the band plays fiddle- diddle-da- dadi!—— [3] And he fo teaz’d me— With Gretna-Greén—e, *That I’m come 4] Hither eae folks to foothe your hearts, Beftow applaufe to cheer —— {sj The poet he fo grieves, for-—— to} Ses iilers oft have envy fhown; Pleas’d to ruin, All undoing, , Never happy in their own! —— Ty) Why then, hey! for Gretna Green; There Cupid pleas’d does chatter — And Hymen’s to be feen; Let’s gallop, whip, and {patter —— [8] Over the hills to Scotland fair! [9] For what’s ney But fhame and fear! There’s none dare wed under twenty-one years a= {10} Is then your freedom check’d, youths? Such a law fets my eyes.a weeping ; Oh! muft we Englifh crofs the ['weed, ‘To be free to {11} Mumble and tumble, To mumble and tumble, Don’t it‘make you all grumble, As ladies may—fumble! When you come to the—— [12] Token of love, For Gretna fet out! Fly fwift as two doves To the | {13} Land of matrimony ; : Pirft bed Then inftant wed, Firft wed, Then go to bed= be wrong) (no, ne, that mus (ay, ay, that’s right ) [4] “Ani defy ev'ry law, When love ihipires yes : And fires pany Oe St 222 FON To thea ie ig ey eer ret te pet ra CHARMS OF MELODY. ee {15] Quieting dofe of a wife t For life !, Bat the pleafanteft draught is—— £16) Lip to ip while yon "re young, then the lip to * the glafs, ||, Fal da- reed Pry] In forrowful ditty, I beg you'll have pity, And let the Seots mufec [18] Diffolve ye in pleafure, And, critics footh ! 7 [19] Oh! qo ye, demy-gods your dread thunder allay! [to the firft gallery} And do-ye Upper Gods, your dread thunder allay ! (to the upper gallery.) Nay [20] Oh! ponder well, be not fevere'! For 21] Alas the poor poet! Adack, and a: well-a-day, (kneeling to the $oxes) Ah! do beftow applaufe ! | Oh? do not damn his play? (Gomg—returns, ane kneels at ront of the Rage And, alas! the poor Sindel FORGED Al lack, and a-well-a-day ; Ab! give him no goof, nor apple- ae : oe ? oe rings) Lam call’d away! 1] Air LY, ‘The Charge ts prepar’d. 2} Air VI, Virgins are like the fair flow’r. \, 3] Air TX, ‘He fo teiz’d me, and he fo pleas’d me, 4) Air LIL, Hither dear Hutband turn your eyes, |’ | Air XL, I, like the fox, thall grieve. 6] Air XXMWVIT, Women oft have envy fhewn, y| Air XXXNVIM, Why then,’how now, madam firt. 8] Air XVI, ‘Over'the hitls and far away. 9] Air XS, Dance and fing, time’s'on the wing. 10] Air XXX, Is then his fate decreed, fir. it] Air XXXVI, P’m bubbled, I'm bubbled. t2] Air LXVIT, “Token of love! adieu! farewell ! 13] Air KXX1, ‘Sucha man can I think of gutting. 14] Air XTX, Fill ev'ry ¢glafss 15] Air XLVI, Quieting Si uane is a dram. 16) Air KLVI, Lip to lip while you’re young. } 17} Air XLIV, Tn forrowful ditty, they’ ll promife, &c. 18] Air XXT, ‘Diffolve usin pleafure and foft repofe, | | 19] Air LV, Then nail up their lips, that dread iHatiee,. 20) Air XH, Oh! ponder well, be not-fevere. av) Air LIV, w\las! poor Polly! hh Strephon and Lucy. .N ae banks of the Oufe, where his fives ‘ J Glides gently thro’ Hartfora’s gay mead; Young Strepben, who now is my theme, For Lucy the fair tun d his reed. With Lucy there none did compares ‘The fhepherd iurpats’d all the fwains$ 5, ‘She was faireft of all that were fair, And he bore the prize from the plains. ; When the danc’d on the fmooth Gavan green, = 3 7 Each bofom with rapture was fir’d: But. Lucy with Re cian, was feen, And each twain dufcontented seu "d. a ‘ 304. BALLADS ancient ann move, LEGENDARIES, 8. Bias ewe ase CCS 3 ” * oe Pe > - . q . - & Lm é >» a? ‘ ‘ ty 7 e S y= ; r ah f, vi : Not yet twenty fummers had flown O’er the head of the {wain, debonair; Séarce yet on his chin was the down, Yet he languifh’d and pin’d for the fair. ‘Oft in fecret the fhepherd did figh, To the grove he did often,romplain’; To their inmoft. cecefles ig'd ALy, And his pipe play’d.a tenderer ftrain. ‘Fair Lucy had won hi$ young heart, Yet he toid not his pain to the maid; He fmother’d his bofom’s keen fmart, -And-filent he fought the clofe fhace. E’er long the youth fought out the fair, They met ‘by the fide of the grove, With pleafure fhe heard him declare, That of maids only Lucy he’ d love. The fun ‘was juft funk in the main, Cool ev’ning o’erfhadow’d the vale, The herds were drove home from the plain, When Lucy heard Strephon’s fond tale. The nfaid was not artfully ‘thy, Simplicity mark’dime her own ; Yet Virtue fhe fill did not ily, And difhonour fhe never had known. The grove heard the vows.of the pair, The ftream as it. murttur d along, Still anfwer'd the praife of the fair, Amdits cadence was join’d in the fong. E’re Maia did fly from the field, ‘Y hat Hymen his torch to ditplay, When Lucy to Strephon fhould yield, And .be.as before fhould be gay. ‘Scarce a week had revolv’d from ‘this hour, Whenluckleis the youth fought | the Aéods He flew from the fun’s piercing pow’r, To bathe where the ftream palsid the wood. Red rufhing the river came down, Its eddies wide whirling around, The Naiades who call it their own, Affrighted, did fly from the found. ‘Courag’ous he plung’d in the flream, His ftrong arm beat the,infolent wave; me But fome.demon prefided I dream, And he finks to his watery grave. O’erwhelmed; the dear.youth is no more, His fate from tha,hills dogs refound 5. And Echo replies from the fhore, «Tis Strephon, gay Strephon, that’s drown’d. In grief for the lofs of her love, Fair Lucy flies far from the plain; ‘She hades in the fad filent grove, mee Whofe fhade fuits her bofom’s fharp pain. By the fide of a mofs-cover’d bourn, ’Neath a fad weeping-willow’s dull inate Where ftood the dead fhepherd’s.cold urn, ‘Ifaw pale with forrow the maid : On her cheek hung, like dew-drops, the tear, When they ‘thine on the lily at dawn; And will it like the dew difappear, Like it be exhal’d with the morn? Ah! no, for the grief in her breaft, Has fountains of tears to fupply; ‘ And ne’er fhall her throbbing heart rett, And the tear fhall ftill roll from her eye.’ s & heard her with forrow complain, The green: woods’ re-echo’d her voice ; - That no time could remove her tharp pain, That no more fhould‘her cottage rejoice. Her bofom-was bare to the gale, Who's force was encreas’d by per fighs, Which mournfully fteal thro’ the dale, And tell where her dead lover lies. Thus weeping fhe hung o’er the grave, _ Which held all that was dear:to her breaft; She figh’d to the murmuring wave, And wifh’d with her Strephon to reft. Ere the fun had twice rofe from the flood, Ere the moon twice ‘had gilded cue: night, Was Lucy found cold on the fod, And the village had loft its dehEne. In'the tomb was fhe laid with her'love, ‘The villagers wept.o’er their ftone;~ © = And oft do they vifit the grove,» — Wherefuch beauty’ and. truth once: shiad: fhone. ‘ake lone. tk Ancora eneern name . = Wi ttliam gna Emnia. HE village bell with, awful found, Proclaim’d the midnight hour; °_ When wretched Emma weeping lay, _, Within a hawthorn bower, sts Her-cheeks with grief, alas! were as That wore the crimfon hue; — The tears that, low’d adown her: face, Appeard like filver dew. Her gentle bofom heay’d a figh | Expreiive of her woe ‘ While thus with-mournful-voice the Say dy “ No pleafure now I know. or “Why did I flight a faihiul Tralten “« His paffion ne'er’ approve! eer a Tm ‘Ah! why did-T his vows difdain, ‘“ Ne’er ihewae his love? mTOR ia al Now while with grief opprefs’ a fhe poke Fond William’s ghoft appear ¢ "ds, , And fmiling, with a hollow ajc, Its purpofe thus declar’ds. 9, ..)) fr ry “From the dark dreary ‘rave Ly Cet ! “ In the dead hour ol night, cna esi} i . “ While the pale moon behind a cloud, * Conceals her-borrow’d ve S : ‘“ To footh your tr oubl'd. aro oe eft ‘ “ And banith your defpair.;., Sin4 44 “To tell you, Emma, that this night,” “« You’il bid adieu to care. “Bat fee, the rofy morn ap pckin ps4. «And ufhers inthe day ; » “« Farewell, my love, I hence amg call ei i “And dare no-longer flay.”’ t Then Emmefought her William’s grave, | E Where oft fhe’d fat and figh’d; , a And falling on the gregn gral wh By all tamented dy’d. CHARMS. E> “Erith, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c.. &c. Tin. 8 q) FF M EE O D De ° SIREN MEDLEY. “The Pian of the Publither is to embody in one’ Grand Folio“Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the 2 : ; ‘ ‘ Englifh Language, forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Politica] Songs ; as well as Old Englith, To which will be added, a complete’ Index, Tom Tough. : ML name, dy’e fee’s Tom Tough, I’ve feen a ‘little farvice, Where mighty billows roll and loud tempelts Yet more fhall ye be knowing, - I was cockiwain to. Boftawen, - ‘Andeven with braveHawke I’ve nobly fac’d the foe. Then put round the grog, So we've that and our prog, Well laugh in:care’s face-and:fing yo heave ho 1 When from my love'to part‘ firft weigh’d anchor, And the was {nivelling feed: on the beach below, I'd like to cotch my eyes {nivelling too, d’ye fee, to thank her, ” : : ‘But brought my forrows up with a yo heave ho: For failors, tho’ they have their jokes, : _ They love and feel like other folks, ‘Their duty to neglect muft not come for to go; _. 80 I feiz’d the capftan bar, ’ Like a true honeft tar, ~Andin {pight of tears and fighs l fung yo heave ho. But the worft on’t was that time, when the little ones were fickly, Andif they'd live ordie the doftor did not know, ‘Phe word was gov'd to weigh fo dudden and j4o Cyt : The Blue Bells of Scotland, where, and oh where is your highland laddie gone? He’e gone to fight the French for king George blow ; nrg ier ty upon the throne, , ‘T've fail’d with valiant Howe, I’ve fail’d with noble “And its oh! in my heart I wifh him fafe at home Jarvis, 4 _ And in gallant Duncan’s fleet I’ve fung out yo ‘Oh! where, and oh where does your highland heave ho! laddie dwell ? ‘He dwells in'merry Scotland at the fign of the blue bell, : ‘And its oh in my heart I love my laddie well. ‘In what clothes, in what clothes is your highland laddie clad ? . 7 His bonnet of the Saxon green, and his wailtcoat of ‘the plaid ; : And its oh! in my heart I love my highland lad. re and fuppofe that your highland lad fhould. eye { The bagpipes ‘fhould play over him, and ‘I’d fic me Gown and cry— And its‘oh!\in my heart I with he may not die. Oh! what a jolly Dog was I! Sung in the Entertainment of Zelmo,’ ‘ ayes a happy fingle fellow, Mirth each moment did employ; quickly, ‘ Full of frolic, {portive, mellow, A though my heart would break as-I fung yo — *Oft Vd wet the t’other eye. ; heave ho. Rofey, cofey, ‘For Poll’s fo like her mother; And as for’ Jack, her brother; ‘The boy,when he grows up,will nobly fight the foe; But in Providence I truft, a What muit be:muft, “So my fighs!] gave the winds, and fung out yo heave ho. And now at laft laid'up in a decentifh condition, For I've only loft an eye,.and got a timber toe; ‘Dut oid thips muft expe in time to be out of com- » miffion, i ; ‘Nor again the anchor-weigh with a yoheave ho. So I imoke my pipe and fing old fongs, Then to country and king, _ Fate no danger can bring, + i ‘While the tars of Old England fing out yo heave ho. Dibdin. = - PELE DE BREE TI RET ETE - eee Quaffing, laughing, Friends abounding, , Sorrow drowning ; That was life, nor may I die, Rattling, ringing, ~ Roaring, finging, Gingling glaffes, Toatting laffes, Oh! what a jolly dog was I! Foremoft at all frifk and funning, - Ev'ry beauteous tit would cry, See, he looks fo ipruce and cunning, » Devil take his roguith eye. ee eit ‘For my boy:fhall revenge my wrongs, t Tee f Reales egfey, ce And my girl thall breed.young failors nobly for to Now a bird’s brifk tittle tattle, ae i face:the foe. ‘ Added to my comrades jeers, od Is the noify prittle prattle, Always dinning in my ears. | Lo be Jpoken|—Now itsno more. . Rofey, cofey, Fe. PUBLISHED at N°10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, ‘Where the preceding Numbers can be had. Ri Bsc » } ha st RU Rh bgt wh . How crueliare the Parents. ‘By the late Burns—alter’d from an old Enghith Song. Air— Fobn Anderfon-my Fo.’ ; How cruel are the parents, Who riches only prize, ‘And to the wealthy booby Poor woman facrifice. > Meanwhile the haplefs daughter Has but a choice of ftrife ; , To fhun a tyrant father’s hate, Become a wretched wife, ‘The taving hawk purfuing, | The trembling dove then flies, ; To fhun impelling ruin ; Awhile her pinions tries; "Till of efcape defpairing, No fhelter or retreat, ‘ *She trufts the ruthlefs falconer, And drops beneath his feet. ‘Ned Mizen. . ee haften my hearties to true honeft Ned, ‘A tar from the ftem to the ftern; ‘*And that I’ve beén rock’d on Davy’s rough bed, By my jib you.may.clearly difcern. In four gallant attions my lot-was to fight, » And, damme, they dane’d to fome tiire ‘For the flar of a failor was never fo bright, Than once on the firft day of June : ~“But come, hoa, avaft, aiid with boafiing have rae Such nonfenfe I muft not allow ; Tho’, d’ye‘fee, it was glory; mayhap that we won, When the French firuck.their flag to Lord Howe ~The next time the:-fhot on all fides round me flew, Was with the proud Dons in difpute, And off Cape St.Vincent we faid, ‘how d’ye do,” ' And tipt them an Englifh raters’. . Their fleet twénty-feven—and thofe of the line, Made our fifteen at firft to look fmall ; _ But think not that this made our tars to repine, P’shay damme; *twas nothing at all : The fignal once giv’n, our guns fir’d away, ‘As foon'did the wichors fhew, _ And each Britifh tar with Ned Mizen can-fay, Brave Jervis the Spaniards laid low. The third time I fought, why.it was with the Dutch, And I'think it was near Capperdown, . And then, to be'fure,:.Iemay fay: as mitch, We boys bruth’d up fome little renown: Ship to fhip we lay to, aye, and fought manto man, Each Briton a match for Mynheer,, » For to die or to conquer was always our plan, And thus we again made appear : ‘ For tho’ from the Texel they fomehew flip’d out, In hopes at Breft harbour to touch, ~ Why’ d’ye fee, they knew. not. what our r fpies were about, For old Duncan did-over.the Dutch. » Now rak’d fore and aft, by a fplinter or fo, Yet my timbers were ftill tight and found, . And fo, I again on the look-out mutt go, To fee if the*French cuold'be found : At length it fo happen’d they hove without fight, Which made ev’ry failor to {mile, . For, d’ye fee, it was when we commenc’d the lak fight, Lord blefs you the mouth of the Nile. _To fay what we did—it won’t become me, “Tis enough that we fought as before ; , And theFrench, as I think, if the’re wife, a'ye fee, Will engage with Lord ‘Nelfon no more. cope mer THE CHARMS OF MELODY. “ee pare Sandy, Young, and Gay, ' I fing their fongs by day, ‘Corrects thefe falfe defigns » For forely flie’ll grieve that I eave her to-day, Nay, weep not ; tho’ ts saa imile now denies, “TE fo lucky, oh? doubt not, without more delay, “Shou’d fuch be the fate of poorLom, deign to pay e : -* ee = The Quadruple Alience. Air,—“ The Lafs of Peaty’s Mill.” Are ftill my heart’s delight, © And read their tales at night. If frae their-books Ibe, | Tis dulnefs then with me 5 “But when thefe ftars appear, Jokes, fmiles, and wit are.clear. _ Swift, with uncommon file, ‘And wit that flows with eafe, Inftructs us with a fmile, And never fails to pleafe. - Bright Sandy greatly fings ; Of heroes, gods,and kings: j “He well deferves the bays, : And ev’ry »Briton’s praife. : While thus our Homer fhines: Young, with Horatianflame, ; We-puth in love of fame. Blyth Gay in pawky ftrains, | “Makes villains, clowns, and’ fwains . Reprove with biting leer, Whele.m avhigher {pheres Swift, Sandy, Young, ‘and G say, Long may you give delights Let all the dunces bray, You’re far above their {pite : Such from a-malice four, Write nonfenfe;‘lame and poor, Which nevercan fucceed, For, who the trafh wall read ?’R ‘To-morrow. pbviica? . Bankrupt in trade, fortune frowning on thore, 3 “All Jott, fave my fpirit arid honour, No, choice being left but to take to the oar, .T’ve engag’d in the*Mars,-Captain "Connor: But tho’ the wind calls mes fome few words to fay — To Polly, thefe moments T borrow ; And muft fail on the. falt feas to-morrow, ‘Time may foften the gipfy’s pleature ; § Perhaps fhe may throw in my way fome rich prize, And fend me home loaded with treafure. Will I haften to banifh your forrow ; And. bring back a heart which adores you to-day, 4 And will-love you as dearly to-morrow. But, ah! the forid-hopes may prove faithlek and vain, Which my bofom now ventures to cherifh; In fome perilous fight I may-haply be flain, y @r, ’whelm’d in the ocean-may perith. hg To his lofs.a fit tribute of forrow $ ya And fometimes remember our parting to-day, “Should a wave be my coffin to-morrow. BALLADS ancient AND MopERN, LEGENDARIES, €c. 307 The Little Grey Man. | WARY was the darling of Aix-la-Cha- P AP elle; " She bore through its province, unenvied, the belle; _ The joy of her fellows, her parents’ delight ; So kind was her foul, and her beauty fo bright : No maiden furpafs’d, or perhaps ever can, ' Of Aix-la-Chapelle the beloved Mary-Ann. Her form it was faultlefs, unaided by art; _ And frank her demeanour, as guilelefs her heart; Her foft melting eyes a {weet langour bedeck’d, _-And youth's gaudy bloom was by love lightly check’d; On her mein had pure nature beftow’d her beft grace, __ And her mind ftood confefs’d in the charms of her face. _ Though with fuitors befet, yet her Leopold knew, As her beauty was matchlefs, her heare it was true, “So fearlefs he went to the wars: while the maid, ‘Her fears for brave Leopold often betray’d : "Full oft, in the gloom of the churchyard reclined, Would fhe pour forth her forrows and vows to the wind. ° ** Ah, me!” would the figh, in a tone that would melt The heart that one fpark of true lowe ever felt ;. * Ah, me!” would the figh “ paft and gone is the , day, *¢ When my father was plighted to give me away! *« My fancy, what fad gloomy prefage appalls! “ Ah! fure on the Danube my Leopold falls !”— ( One evening fo gloomy, when only the owl (A tempeft impending) would venture to prowl; Mary Ann, whofe delight was in fadnefs and gloom, By a newly-made grave fat her down ona tomb; But ere fhe to number her forrews began, Lo! out of the grave jump’d.a Little Grey Man! ‘His hue it was deadly; his eyes they were ghaft ; Long and pale were his fingers, that held her arm : Fatt; Oy : She thriek’d a loud fhriek, fo affrighted was fhe; And grimly he feow1’d, as he jump’d on her knee. With a voice that diimay’d here-“ the Danube!” he cried ; * There Leopold bleeds! Mary- Ann is my bride!” She fhrunk, all appall’d, and fhe gazed all arena . Sheclofed her fad eyes,and fhe funk on the ground: The Little Grey Man he refumed his difcourfe — “ To-morrow I take thee, for better, for worfe :— *© At midnight my arms fhall thy body entwine, ~ .* Or this newly-made grave, Mary- Ann, thall be thine!” With fear and with fright did the maid look around, ’ When fhe firft dared to raife her fad eyes from the ground ; With fear and with fright gazed the poor Mary- Ann, . ‘Though loft to her fight was the Little Grey Man: . - With fear and with fright from the churchyard the fled’; Reach’d her home, now fo welcome, and funk on ePher pert." baa I ** Woe is.me!” did fhe cry “that I ever was born: ‘«« Was ever poor maiden fo loft and forlorn! “« Muft that Little Grey’ Man, then, my body en- twine, “Or the grave newly dug for another ‘be mine ! «Shall I wait for to-morrow’s dread midnight !—— ah, no! “ To my Leopold’s arms—to the Danube I go!” , Then up rofe the maiden, fo fore woe-begone, And her Sunday’s apparel in hafte fhe put on; Her clofe ftudded boddice of velvet fo new; ‘Her coat of fine fcarlet, andkirtle of blue; Her ear-rings of jet, all fo coftly; and laft, Her long cloak of linfey, to guard from the blaf. A crofs of pure gold, her fond mother’s bequeft, By a ftill dearer riband fhe hung at her breaft ; ‘Round a bodkin of filver the bound her long hair, In plaits and‘in treffes fo.comely and fair, | “Ywould have gladden’d your heart, ere her journey began, | ) To have gazed-on the tidy and trim Mary-Ann. But, oh! her fad bofom fuch forrows opprefs’d, Such fears and forebodings, as robb’d her of reft 5 ; 5 _ Forlorn as fhe felt, fo forlorn muft the go, And brave the rough tempeft, the hail, and the fous Yet fill fhe fet forth, all fo pale and fo wan— Let a tear drop of pity for poor Mary-Ann! Dark, dark was the night, and the way it was rude! Whilethe Little Grey Man on her thoughts would obtrude ; She wept as fhe thought on her long gloomy way, She turn’d, and fhe yet faw the lights all fo gay: She kifs’d now hercrofs, and fhe heard the laft bell; And a long, long adieu bade to Aix-la-Chapelle. Thro’ the brown wood of Limbourg with caution fhe paced ; Ere the noon of the morrow the travers’d the wate; She mounted the hills of St. Bertrand fo high ; And the day it declined, as the heath ‘the drew nigh; And fhe refted a wide waving elder beneath, And paus’d on the horrors of Sombermond’s heath: For there, in -black groups (by the law “tis im- pos'd) ; Are the bodies of fell malefactors expos’d, On wheels and-on gibbets, on croffes and poles, With a charge tothe paffing, to pray fortheir fouls: | But.a {pot of fuch terror no robbers infeft, And there the faint pilgrim fecurely may ref, Sore fatigu’d, the fad maid knelt, and faid a thort prayer ; She bound up her treffes, thar fow’d in the ane 3 Again ‘fhe fet forth, and {ped flowly along ; And her fteps try’d to cheer, butin vain,with a fongs Inher thoughts all fo gloomny, fad prefages ran, Of Leopold now, now the Little Grey Man. The moon dimly gleam’d as the enter’d the plain: The winds {wept the clouds rolling on to the main; For a hut e’er fo wretched in vain the look’d round; No tree promis’d fhelter, no bed the cold ground : Her limbsthey now faulter’d, her courageall fled, » Asa faint beam difpay’d the black groups of the dead. 308 BALLADS, aNCIENT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, &e. — . zo Sats Shrill whiftled the wind thro’ the fkulls, and the blaft prensa: Scar’d the yet greedy bird from its glutting repaft ; From the new-rack’d affaffin the raven withdrew, But croak’d round the wheel ftill, and heavily flew; While vultures, more daring, intent on their prey, Tore the fleth from the-finews, yet reeking away. But the dread of banditti, fome firength it reftor’d, And again fhe the aid of the Virgin implor’d; _ She dragg’d her flow fleps to wherecorfes, yet warm, Threw their tatters and frefh mangled limbs to the florm : She reach’d the fell fpot, and, aghaft, looking round, Ata black gibbet’s foot fenfelefs funk onthe ground Now the battle was over, and o’er his proud foes The Auftrian eagle triumphantly rofe ; . *Midft the groans of the dying, and blood of the flain, i Sorely wounded layLeopald,ftretch’don the plain, When reviving, he firft to look round him began, Lo! clofe by his fide fat-a: Little Grey Man ! The Little Grey’ Man he fat munch ing a heart, Andhe growl d in a tone all difmaying “ depart! “, Don’t difturb.me atsmeals! pr’ythee rife and pats ‘con! ‘ “To Mary-Anm hie !—bind your wounds and be- * gone “ Ina feore and three days fhall you meet Mary- ‘Ann : P “ And perhaps, uninvited, the Littlé Grey- Mani” With fear and difmay~rofe: the youth from the ground, His wounds hewith balms andwith bandages bound; To. quit his grim gueft he made little delay, And faint though he was, he fped willing away ¢ For a feore and three days did he journey amain, ‘Then funk, all exhaufted, on Sombermond’s plain. “By the {creams of the night-bird, though dark, he could tell “Twas the gibbets amongft, and the wheels, where he fell.— Now ftill her fad ftation did’ Mary-Ann keep, Where Leopald, fainting, had funk into fleep : Ah! little thought he that his dear one was by! Ah! little the maid that her love was fo nigh! Pereh’d grim on-a wheel fat the Little Grey-Man, “Whilit his fierce little eyes o’er the fad lovers ran; ‘The Little Grey-Man down to Leopold crept, ' And open’d his wounds, all fo deep, as he flept ; With afcream hethe flumbers of Mary-Ann broke And the poor forlorn maid to new. horrors awoke. ‘Toher fight; forely fhock’d, did. a-moon-beam dif- l play, Her lover, all bleeding and pale as he lay : She fhriek’d a loud fhriek ; and fhe tore her fine hair, ‘And the funk her foft cheek on his bofom fo fair ; With her long flowing treffes the ftrove to reftrain, And flop the dear blood that now iffued amain. - To his wounds her fair hands ‘fhe -unceafingly — prefs’d ; ride hpekey ey? Her tears faft they fell on her Leopold’s breaft: Entranc’d, and in flumber ftill filent he lay, : Till the Little Gréy-man drove his flumbers away; With a vifion all horrid his fenfes betray’d, ‘And fatal to him and*his much-belov’d maid “He dreamt, from his wheel an affaffin had ftepp’d, And fiient and flowly had clofe to him crept 3 That the wretch, mangled piece-meal, and ghaftly with gore, ; From his wounds both the balms and the bandages tore; . find to fearch for his dagger-as now he began, - —“Strike! frike!” cry’d the voice of the Little. ‘Grey=Man. ; Soda “ Strikel'ftrike!” cry’d the fiend, “or your wounds © ** bleed anew 1” oe “He ftruck—it was Mary-Anw’s life blood he drew; — With afhriek she awoke, nor his woes were they — o'er ; ‘He beheld his pale love; to behold her no more!— _ “Her eyes the poor maiden on’ Leopold caft, | ‘Gave him-one look of love, ’twas-her fondeft, her lat! The Little Grey-man: now he fet up a yell “Which was’heard in: tke halls of fair Aix-la*Cha- elle, A : ‘He ied up his head, and he rais’d up his chin; And he grinn‘d, as he‘thouted; a horrible grin ; And he laugh’da loud laugh, and his cap up he caft, Exulting,-as breath’d the fond lovers their laft. Asin each other’s arms'dead the fond lovers fell) 4 Over. the black lonely heath toll’d a low, diftant bell; , ‘From the gibbets and créffes {Hrieks iffu’d, arid — groans, ’ ‘And wild to the blaft flew the feulls and the bones; _ While the Little Grey+Man, midft a fhower of fi blood, ee om 3 “Ina whirlwind was hurl’dintoSombermond’s wood. Of Mary-Ann’s forrows, and Leopold’s woes, ‘Long fhall Maife’s dark ftream tell the tale as it flows : Long, long fhall the goffips of Aix-la-Chapelle, Of the heath and its horrors, the traveller tell : am Who fhall prick on his fteed with what ‘{wiftnefs © he can, Left he meet in the twilight the'Little Grey-Man. — ae On the Fea of St. Auftin, to Sombermond’s fair, Flock the youth of both fexes, its revels to fhare; And in dainty apparel, all gallant and gay, With dance, and with carols, and mirth, cheerthe _ ay; a ‘While the proud caftle’s portal expanded, invites * To the‘hall’s ample board, and its feftive delights: And there, on the richly-wrought-arras, they view ‘Depicted, the woes-of thefe lovers fo true; a The troubles their forrowful days that befel, And the fate of the darling of Aix-la-Chapelle; Behold, as the bloom’d, the belov’d Mary-Ann, And the heart-freezing feowl of the Little Grey- | ~ Maa. a eG OR | - fe ipitilet dn liadee allie Price, ; : Ul nb “ | One Penny. — 4 THE CHARMS OF MELODY 3 : SIREN MEDLEY. The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Sones, ancient and modern, in the Eng lith Language, worth preterving —forming an Univerial Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Scaand Political Sougs; as well as Old Englith, Irth, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c—To which willbe added, a > complete Index, Crazy Jane. \ / HY, fair maid, in ev'ry feature, Are fuch figns of fear expreis‘d ; Can a wand’ring wretched creature With fuch terrors fill thy brea? Do my frenzy looks alarm thee ? Truft me, fweet, thy fears are vain: Not for kingdoms would I hari thee, Shun not then poor Crazy Jane. Doft thou weep to fee my anguith? Mark me, and avoid my woe: When men flatter, figh, and languith, Think them falfe—-[ found them fo. For, I lov’d—oh! fo fincerely, None could ever love again, But the youth I lov’d fo dearly Stole the wits of Crazy Jane. _ Fondly my young heart receiv’d him, Which was doom’d to love but one: He figh’d—be vow’d—and I believ’d him; He was falle—and I undone. From that hour, has reafon never Held her empire o’er my brain; Henry fled!— With bim for ever Fled the wits of Crazy Jane. Now. forlorn and broten hearted, And with frenzy thoughts befet, On that fpot, where laft we parted, On that fpot where firfl we met, Sull [ fing my love-lorn ditty, Still I flowly pace the plain; Whilft each paffer-by, in pity, Crie:—‘ God help thee, Crazy Jane!” G. M. Lewis. If a Landfman would know. F a landfman wou’d know the true creed of a tar, Tell him this, juft his with to belay, A failor beloves, foul or fair, peace or war, ’ Tis all for the beft come what may. His heart at humanity’s poft never nods, Honeft fympathy beams in his eye ; in battle fuccefsful, if not, where’s the odds? He won’t run, but with glory he'll die. His home and relations he feems to forego, But his country new joys can impart; For atrue honeft tar, don’t we all of us know, | Finds a home in each Englifhman’s heart. Britannia’s his mother, his brethren are we, And befides, ’tis with rapture I fing, That each gallant lad who for us braves the fea, Finds a father belov’d in his king. PUBLISHED at No. TOMBEDFORD-ROL The Death of Crazy Jane. Or the gloomy woods refounding, Far, far from the joylefs vale, Deep the heavy death-bell founding, Tolls a luckleis maiden’s knell! Nearer on the low wind floating, Sweetly flows the tunetul ftrain; Pity’s choir the dirge devoting To the fhade of Crazy Jane. In the grove where erft her ditty, Wild and loud the mourner rais’d, While the virgins, mov’d with pity, Wept to find poor Jane was craz’d! In that grove, in plaintive numbers, Slowly falls the folemn firain, Where the haplefs maiden flumbers, There in peace refis Crazy Jane. In that grove where Henry left her, Bleeding with love’s cruel fmart, When defpair of fente bereft her, When affliction broke her heart; In that grove forbear to languifh, Gentle virgins ceafe the ftrain— Death has lull’d, from grief and anguith, Love’s fad victim, Crazy Jane, Tom Starboard. OM Starboard was a lover true, As brave a tar as ever fail’d; The duties ablefi feamen do Tom did; and never yet had fail’d. But wreck'd as he was homeward bound, — Within a league of England’s coait, Love fav’d him fure from being drown’d, For more than half the crew were loft. In fight Tem Starboard knew no fear; Nay, when he loft an arm—refign’d, Said, Jove for Nan, his only dear, _ Had fav’d his life, and Fate was kind. And now, tho’ wreck’d, yet Tom return’d, OF all paft hardfhips made a joke; For ftill his manly bofom burn’d With lovem-his heart was heart of oak, His ftrength reftor’d, Tom nobly ran ‘To cheer his love, his deftin’d bride ; But falfe report had brought to Nan, Six months befcre, that ‘Tom had dy’d, With grief fhe daily pin’d away, No remedy her life cou’d fave; And Tom arriv’d—the very day . They laid his Nancy in the grave. Nothin gin Life can fadden’ us. H! nothing in life can fadden us, While we have wine and good humour i in ‘ fore ; Wich thefe tebe a little of love to madden us, Show me the fool that could labour for more. Come then bid Ganymede -fill ey’ry-bowl-for you, | Pili them up. bumpers and drink as I call; ; Tm going te toatl ev'ry nymph of my foul fof you, “Aye! on my foul I’m in love with them all. Dear creatures! we can’t live without ’em, They’re all that is fweet and feducing to man, Looking, fighing about and about them, We doat on them, die for them, all that we can Here’s to Phillis—whofe innocent bofom Is always agog for fome novel defires; To day to get lovers—to morrow to lofe ’em, Is all that the innocent Phillis Tecuires, Here’s to the gay little Jeffy, who fimpers, So very good humour’d whatever is done; She’ll kifs you, and that without whining orwhim- Jers, And do what you pleafe with you, alloutoffun! Dear creatures, &c. A bumper to Fanny, I know you willfeorn her, Becaufe fhe’s a prude andher nofeis fo curl’d! But if ever you chatted with Fan in a corner, You's fay fhe’s the beft little girlin the world! Another te Lyddy, ftill firuggling with duty, And afking her confcience ftill “whether fhe fhould While her eyes in the filent confeffion of beauty Say, “only for fomething I certainly would, Deazx creatures, &c. Fill for Ch ccc Leitehin fimple, Who angles the heart, without knowing her lure, Still wounding around with a blufh-ora dimple, Nor feeming to feel that fhe alfo ae cure, Here’s pious Sufan—the jaint who alone, fir, Could ever have made me religious optright; For if I’d fuch a dear litle faint of my own, fir, I’d pray on my knees to her half the long night. Dear creatures, &e. The Infolvent Pebtor. EVOID of all care was my morning of life, Friends and traffic fulfill’d each defire,’ As true and as good, as fhe’s fare, was my wife, Andmy babes lisp’d the joy of the fire. But Misfortune, dire fpectre, my hopes did deprefs, And villainy Jnjur’d my fame; ly credit once great, ev'ry moment grew lefs, And friendfhip I four id but a hame. A hard-hearted creditor view’d my diftrefs, ‘His foul was ne’er form’d to relieve! He piung’d ne, alas! in a prifon’s recefs, Depriv’d of all fenfe but to grieve, No friend took ‘the pains my dark manfion to feek, My wife dimm'd each eye with a tear, My children--but why of théir woes fhould I Tpeak? It drives me alas! to defpair. Sharp mifery ftings—fortune hovers around, The life iprings of comfort are dry; No relief for fo woe-wornawretch can be fourd ~ But to hide his despair and to Cie. F GC. Gro, ‘Kind Nature begins now to live. . E > + scat ews 3 . % SS. y os’ 3 2 » s a ‘on Zz o wed e [y Jee es Pee eros ee a THE GHARNs pr MELODY, \) Sa ar ee < =. +e . aro “Steally fhe goes, 3 PP PB rcahy tar no: perilaknows, But feariefs braves the angry deep, The fhip’s his cradle of repose, ; : And fweetly rocks him to his fleep, wn’ He tho’ the raging furges {well: ‘In his hammock, Rs In his hammock {wings, ; When the fteerfman fings, ~ When the fteerfman fings, Steady fhe goes, all well, all ‘well, Steady the goes. When onthe main top yard he fprings, An Eng! ish veffel heaves in view, He asks, but fhe no letter brings From bonny Kate, he lovd fo true; Then fighs he for his native dell, Yer to hope he clings," . . To hope he clings, ; ~ While the fteer{man fings, ne While the fteerfman fings, Steady fhe goes, all well, &c, The florm is pass, the battle’ 30” er % Nature’and man repofe in peace. Then homeward bound, on Englant’s fhore, He hopes for joys that ne’er will ceafe; His Kate’s {weet voice thofe joys foretelt, And his big heart’ {prings, His big heart{prings, While the fteerfman fings,- While the fteeriman fings,: Steady fhe poess all igh &¢. i Spring. ‘HE winter of dulnefs is o’er, Rejecter of ev'ry gay ftrain, And Spring comes to vifit once more, The cheerlefsand difmantled plain! New cloathing the groves do receive, Fine flowers bedeck the frefh green; And welcomes young Spring for her queen. Before the approach of grey dawn, The lark quits her neft in the vale; In air fhe fings high o’er the lawn, ‘And wakes ev’ry bird inthe dale. Now wanton the tender young lambs, Bound o’er the fteep hills in their play, A nd bleats their foft notes round their dams, The valleys, re-echo the lay, . The bees now fearch round ev’ry bow’r; To tafte vernal {weets are inclin’d: If then you would chufe a fweet flow’ 3 Sure thereon a bee will you find, The nymphs with their {wain now retire, ~ From cities, from crowds, and from throngs, And melt the young fwains with defire, Whi welcoming Spring with their ee, Gay mufic the woods and groves fill; How y charming, and {weet is the noise? * When Stting beneath the pure rill, The thruth from thé brake tunes her voice. ; Ye nymphs join with me then to fing, And make ev’ry valley rebound, The praifes of {weet ae 8 ring, Whofe bounties di ee sregrownl, x % a ‘» ue as Opprefs’d with Grief. veges: i Vey * Air.—'Bank of Helion.’ PPRESS’D with grief, opprefs’d with care, | A burden more than [ can bear, Set me down and figh, Oh, lifethou art a galling load, A long, arough, a weary road, To wretches fuch as I. Dim backward as I caft my view, What fick’ning feenes appear, What forrows yet may pierce me thro’, Too juftly I may fear, Still caring, defpairing, Mutt be my biting doom, | My woes here fhall clefe here, But with the closing tomb. Happy ye fons of bufy wifes, ~ Who equal to the bluftering ftrife, No other view regard ; Evy’n when the wifhed end’s deny’d, Yet while the bufy means aré ply’d, _ They bring their own reward. - Whilft I, ashope-abandon’d wight, Unfitted with an aim, Meet ev'ry fad returning night, And joylefs morn the fame; ‘You buftling, and juftling, ~ Forget each grief and pain, 1 liftlefs, yet reftlefs. Find ev’ry profpect vain. How bleft the folitary’s lot, Who all forgetting, all forgot, | Within his humble cell, ‘The cavern wild with tangl’d roots, _ ‘Sits o’er his newly gather’d fruits, Befide his chryftal well, Or haply to his ev ning thought, _ By unfrequented flream, The ways of men are diftant brought, A faint collected dream, While praifing, and raifing, His thoughts to heav’n on high, As wand’ring, meand’ring, He views the folemn fky, Then I no lonely hermit plac’d, Where never human footftep trac’d, Lefs fit to play the part; The luckey moment to improve, And juft to ftep, and juft to move, With felf refpecting art; But,'ah! thofe pleafures, Joves and joys, Which I too keenly tafte. The folitary can defpife, Can want, and yet be bleft. He needs nor, he needs not, Or human love or hate, WhilftI here, muft cry here, For perfidy ingrate, Oh! enviable early days, : Dancing in thoughtlefs pleafure’s maze, To care, to guilt unknown! How illexchanz’d for riper times, To feel the follies or the crimes, Of others or my own. Au Ye tiny elves that guiltlefs {port, Like linnets ina bufh, » Ye little know the ills ye court, When manhood is your with! The loffes, the croffes, That active man engage, The fears all, the tears all, Of dim'declining age.. o 'BHE. CHARIMS OF ‘MELODY. pS RE a SE BRE ut een whe Shipwrech’d Tar: RK SCAP’D with lifesin vatters, Behold me fafe on fhore, ©» Such trifles little matters, Diltoon get tozs galore; For Poll feore when we patted, No chance her faith would jar, ’ And Poll’s too tender hearted, To flight a thipwreck’d tar. - Lo Poll his courfe ftraight leering, He haftens on apace,’ Me Poor Jack can’t get“ hearing, She never faw his face; From Meg; and Doll, and Ketty, Relief was juft as far, mn Net one has' the leaft pity, For a poor thipwreck’d tar. This, whom he thought love’s needle, Now his fad mitery mocks, That wants to find the beadle, _ To fet him in the ftocks; ‘Cry’d this is hard dealing, ‘The elements at war, Than this had kinder feelings, They fav’d a thipwreck’d tar. But alltheir taunts and fetches, A judgment are to me, I for thefe harden’d-wretches, Dear Nancy, flighted thee; ° But fee poor ‘Pray affails me, His miftrefs is not far, He wags his tail and hails me, " Tho’ a poor fhipwreck’d tar. “Twas faithful love that brought him, "Tis one, cry,d J, I taught him; For on my conftant mind Thy image dear was graven, And now remov'd each bar, My arms fhall be the haven For my fhipwreck’d Tar. Heav’n and my love reward thee! I’m fhipwreck’d, but Fm rich, All fhall with pride regard thee, Thy love thall fo béwitch. With wonder each fond fancy, That children near and far, Shall litp the name of Nancy, That fav’d the thipwreck’d Tar. BALLAD. 4 orto ee —_—= ‘Lord William O eye beheld when William plung’d Young Edmund in the ftream; No human ear but Welliam’s heard Young Edmund’s dying feream Submiffive all the vaffals own’d ‘The murderer for their Lord. - And he, the rightful heir, poffefs’d The houfe of Erlingford. | The ancient houfe of Erling ford Stood midft a fair domain, » \And Severn’s ample wate¥s near Roll’d through the fertile plain. eee oy sien tg : a ee Fs pene Air. —“ Twas in the good Ship Rover. A leffon for mankind !' ‘ ¥* , ‘ ow ry bo ‘ . 7 J And often the way-faring man Would love to linger there, Forgetful of his onward road, To gaze on {cenes fo fair. But never could Lord William dare To gaze on Severn’s ftream; In every wind that {wept its waves He heard young Edmund fcream, In vain at midnight’s filent hour Sleep clos’d the murderer's eyes ; In every dream the murderer faw Young Edmund’s form arife. In vain, by reftlefs confciesce driven, Lord William left his home, Far from the fcenes that faw his guilt, In pilgrimage to roam. ‘To other climes the pilgrim fled But could not fly defpair; He fought his home again, but peace Was fill a ftranger there. Each hour was tedious long, yet {wilt The months appear’d to roll; And now the day return’d that fhook With terror William’s foul. A. day that William never felt Return without diimay, Yor well had confcience kalender’d Young Edmund’sdying day. A fearful day was that! the rains Fell faft, with tempeft roar, And the twoln cide of Severn fpread Far on the level fhore. In vain Lord William fought the featt, In vain he quaif'd the bow], And firove with noily mirth to drown The anguifh of his foul. The tempcft as its iudden {well In gufty howlings came, With cold and death-like feelings feem’d To thrill his fhudd’ring trame, Reluctant now, as night came on His lon:ly couch he p-ets’d; And, wearied out, he funk to feep, To fleep, put not to reft. Befide that couch his brother’s form, Lord Edmund, feem’d to fland, Such and fo paleasv hen in death He graip’d his brother’s haid. Such and fo pale his face as when With faine and fale’ring tongue, To William’s care,a dying charge, Re left his orpian fon. - —— I bade thee, with a father’s love, “« My orphan Edmund guard; «Well, William, hefi thou kept thy charge! “ Now take thy due reward” He ftarted up, each limb convuls’d W ith agonizing fear; He only heard the ftorm of night— *Twas mufic to his ear. When lo! the voice of loud alarm His inmoft foul appals, — What he! Lord William, rife in hafte! “ The watcr fays thy wails!’ a. + , 7) ae os - <2 _ z ee BALLADS, ANCIENT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, We. % ae { * ‘ yo He rofe in hafte: beneath the walls He faw the flood appear ; It hemm’d him round, ’twas midnight now. No human aid was near. He heard 2 fhout of joy, for now A boatapproach’dthe wall, 95 ee 8 And eager to the welcome aid, © They crowd for fafety all. e, . Oe —‘ My boat is {mall,” the boatman cry’d, “ This dangerous hafte forbear! “ Wait other aid; this little bark ' But one from hence can bear.”— Lord William leap’d into the boat, — Hatie, hafte to yonder fhore! “ And amp.e wealth fhall well reward, * Ply fwift and ftrong the oar,”— anys The boatman piied the oar, the boat Went light along the ftream; Sudden Lord William heard a cry 3 Like Edmund's drew ning {cream. The boatman paus’d,—* méethough I heard* A child’s diftveisful ery 1772— —‘ Twas but the howiing wind of night,” Lord William made reply, “ Hae, hafte—ply fwift and ftrong the oar! * Hatie—hatte acroisthe fiream |e Again Lord William heard a cry Like Edmund’s drowing fcream. : — IT heard a child’s diftreistul fcream,” = The bostman cry’d again. \ a3 ——“ Nay, hatten on—the aight is dark — “ And « thouic jéarch in vain.?— —“ Oh, God! Lord William, dof thou know ‘ “Ho. ereadtul *tis to die # “ And can’t thou without pity hear “A chila’s expiring cry ? * Ho» horrible st isto fink ‘* beneath the chilly ftream, “To ftretch the powerieisi:sms in vain, “in vaih to: help to feream, ??— The fhriek again » as heard. It came Move dee, , mere pie:cing loud; ’ Thatinitt ni o’e the flooa the moon Shone though « broker c.vud, And near them they beheld a child, - Upon a crag, he iteod, A littie crag, and ail around Was ipread the rifing flood, The boatman p!y’d the oar, the boat Appioach’d his refting piace, : The moon-beam fhone u;on the child And fhow’d how pale his face. © ? —‘ Now reach thine hand!’ the boatman cry’d, “ Lord Wiiliam reach and fave !”— - The child ftretch d forth his little hards, a To grafp the hand he gave. ; Then William fhriek’d; the hand he touch’d : a Was cold, and damp, and dead! a fo- He feit young Edmund in his arms oe ‘ a A heavier . eight than lead. Air 4 46? t ~ The boat funk down the murderer funk < Beneith the avenging ftream; rive = 9 mpd Z He rote, he fcream’d !—nohumanear a _ Heard William’s drowning fcream. J % ‘w Rebert Scuthey. - ©) Pe ae ee ps a ' , | “oT HE CHARMS OF MELODY, * SIREN .MEDLEY. 1: i Fa gt la ean a NC eT ee eee - * “*The Plan of the Publifher is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith L forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs 5 Eyeas Old Engith _ Goes pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pat; Irifh, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, Sc. 8c. The Gipfey Hat. SIGH fora maid, ‘ 4 Anda fweet pretty maid, And bonny Sufanna’s her name; — Then well do I know, ; By my heart’s panung fo, The poor little thing’s in a flame; Por it throbs, throbs, throbs, And it beats; beats, beats, O fure its the cafe, I’m in love with the face All under the Gipfey Hat. That fhe’s kind as fhe’s fair, I freely declare, So none can my candour reprove ; But then what I rue, And believe me ’tis true) Is, hang it, for being in love! For my heart throbs, throbs, And it beats, beats, beats, ‘Goes pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pat, : And, ah! I’m afraid, For the face of the maid All under the Gipfey Hat. That I’ve faid all my life, Pah 2 ERE, er take a wife, And look’d on all plagues that the worit, I own—for my heart Was then free from all fmart, But now—-ah! I think it will burf! For it throbs, throbs, throbs, And it beats beats, beats, Goes pit-a-pat, pit a-pat, pat; And, ah! muft 1 tell ?— For the face of the girl All under the Gipfey Hat. Flora. Tranflated from the Irifh. - qs the garden of love, like the garden of Flora, ‘There are flow’ rets of all hues to admire and adore-a; Asthe rofe bears the fway in the garden of Flora, In the garden of love the firft flow’ret is Nora. PUBLISHED at N*10, BEDFORD-ROM, Dublin, Where the preceding Numbers can be had. To which will be added, a complete Index. Murphy O’Cafey. Air,—-“* Ob! dear what can the matter be 3” W uw firt from Kilkenny, as frefh as.a daily, The girls of our village all fwore L was crazy; — Arrah, maid, wife, or widow, could never be ealy, If once, joy, I came in their way. And, it’s—dear, dear, what can the matter be ? Oh, botheration, joy! what can the matter be ?- Such a fellow as Cafey, they fwore, there could never be, For at romps, faith, I fpent the whole day. But foon as Mifs Jenny fell into my way, fir, As dull asa fparrow I rambled all day, fir; ' I ftrove to fpeak to her, but nothing could fay, Gr, « But phililu, what is’t I ail? And—dear, dear, what can the matter be? Oh, dear, what can the matter be? The neighbours all laughing, cry’d—‘ what caa the matter be? © Murphy O’Cafey looks pale.” Our minds fearce made up, a rude prefs- gang affail’d me, u ; 'Y And tho’ { tipp’d them leg-bail, my jewel, foon, nail’d me; i Genteel, by the collar, along the ftreets trail’d me, And lodg’d me a top of a fhip ; Speaks.) Where they left me, and half a dozen morey pok’d up in a hen-coope; all alone by myfelf, finging, Dear, dear, what can the matter. be? Oh, mufha whack, honey, what can the matter be? But what of all that, fure, I'm now fafe return’d from fea ; ie earth wi Wa’n’t it a delicate trip. The Kits. HEN fond emotion {wells the heart,.. Ere hope its cordial deigns, What language dares not to. impart Th’ expreffive figh contains. | But when fweet hope the bofom cheers, And leads the foul to blifs, The rapr’rous love confeft appears, Effuling in the'Kils. ce HRT going a eb ae" 314, Bum per,. Squire’ Jones. Yr good fellows all, Who love to be told where there’s claret good ftore Attend to the call Of one who’s ne’er frighted, ‘But greatly delighted With fix bottles more: Be fure you don’t pafs The good houfe Moneygtass, Which the jolly red god fo peculiarly owns;? *T will well fuit your humour, For pray what would you more, ‘ Than mirth, with good claret, and bumpers, {quire Jones? a 2 Ye lovers who pine For laffes that prove often cruel as fair, Who whimper and whine, © For lilies and rofes, ‘With eyes, lips, and nofes, And tip of the ear; ‘Come‘hither, I’ll fhew ye, How Phillis and Cloe No more fhall occafion fuch fighs and fuch groans; For what mortal fo flupid As net to quit Cupid When call’d by good claret and bumpers, Tiida Jones? Bho Ye poets who write, And brag of your drinking fam’d Helicon’s brook, “ Tho’ all you get by’t - Is,a’dinner oft times, In reward of your rhimes, With Humphrey the duke; Learn Bacchus to follow, And: quit your Apollo, Forfake all the mufes, thofe fenfelefs old drones: Our jingling of glaffes — Your rhiming furpaffes, When crown’d with good claret, and bumpers, sauite Jones. a i Fe foldiets fo ftout, With plenty of oaths, tho’ not floaty. of coin, Who make fuch a rout ‘Of all your commanders, ; Who fery’d us in Flanders, And eke at the Boyne; Come leave of your ratling OF fieging and battling, And know, ’tis much better to fleep with whole bones: Were you fent to Gibraltar Your note you’d foon alter, And with for gaod claret, with bumpers, fquire Jones. Ye clergy fo wife, Whofe myfteries profound can demonftrate clear; How worthy to rife! You preach once a week, But your tythes never feék Above onceina year; Come here without failing, And leave off your railing *Gainft bifhops providing for dull. ftupid drones : Says the text fo divine, What is life without wine? Then-about with the claret, and bumpers, fquire Jones. a 4 ‘THE crf Anons OF MELODY. ’ . ae t ry ¥e lawyers fo juft,- Be the caufe-what it will who-fo least plead ‘How worthy of traft! -You know black’ from white, You prefer wrong to right, As you’re chanc’d to be feed; Leave mufty reports, Forfake the king’s courts, “Where dullmefs and difcord have eae es | Burn Salkeld and Ventris With all their damn’d entries, And away with the claret, and vEapert, {quire Jones. Ye phyfical tribe, Whofe knowledge confifts in hard words and gri. mace 3 Who, whene’er you preferibe, Have. at your devotion Pills; bolus, or potion, © Be what will the cafe’: Pray where is the need To purge, blifter,or bleed, When, ailing yourfelves, the whole FENEY, owns That the forms of old Galen i Are not fo prevailing 9 . As mirth, with good claret, and bumpers, fquire Jones. . You forshi aaa eke, - That follow the call of the horn Sint dies ie Who your ladies forfake Before they’re awake, For to beat up the. break ; Where the vermin is found ; Leave Piper and Blueman, . Shrill Dutchefs and Trueman, ‘No mufic is found in fuch diffonant tones: Would you ravifh your ears — With the fongs of the fpheres, ~ : _ Hark! away tothe claret, and bumpers, Tare Jouees . sathdeineeedateae hidiaeanatmemiecaeenenda tate ea °Tis no fault of mine.’ ! ter OUNG Damon: dias woo'd me a monft’rous long time, I dare fay a twelve- mown at leaft! But courtfhip’s fo pleafant when youth’s in ite prime, The date of it cannot be guefs’ at Oh, how I did laugh when I thought T could vex, Or caufe him in anguith to pine ; Indeed ’tis the fafhion of all our kind fex, So you.know it is no fault of mine. The more conftant was he, dt ‘more flippant was I, In his fighs I enjoy’d frefh delight; When he afk’d for a kifs, tho’ I long’d to comply, Yet I tortur’d myfelf out of {pight : When he found me refolv’dall his hopes to perplex, | He forfook me and left me to pine, | Indeed ’tis the fathion of that cruel fex, So you know it is no fault of mine. How fhort were the minutes when ambit s was near, Now each moment’s as long as.aday; _ And winter’s dark mantle envelopes the year, Tho’ then ew’ry feafon was May: I'll feek the dear youth and heal the keen { fmart, Declare I aR incline,“ . If then he refufes my hand and-my heart, =. ~ Why. 7 you know, ‘twill be no fault of mine. & = > £ ~ BALLAD. © —— aaa =. ~ The Eve of St. John. @R1GINAL—WatreR Scott. ok ; ‘3 “Fr ’, = . a t owmerSt ne — tSmiay Rote: or Smallholm tower, the fcene of the follows sg ballad, is fituated on the northern boundary of Roxburgh- hire, among a clufter of wild rocks,-called Sandiknow-Crags, he property of Hugh Scott, Efg, of Harden. The tower isa ugh {quare building, furrounded-by-an outer wall, now ruin-- ms. The circuit of the outer court being defended on three ides by a precipice and morafs, is only acceffitle from the wet. ly a fteep and rocky path: “The apartments, as ufual, in a’ Jorder Keep, or fortrefs, -are:placed one above another, and ommunicate by a narrow ftair; on the roof are two bartizans t platforms; for defence or pleafure. ‘The inner door of the. ower is wood, the outer.an iron grate; the diftance between rem being nine feet, the thicknefs, namely, of the wall. From, ie clevated fituation of Smaylho’me Tower, it is feen many ales in every dire&tion. Among the crags by which it is fur- vunded, one more eminent is called theWatchfold, and is fatd » have been the ‘tation of a beacon in the times of war with ngland. Without the tower-court is a ruined chapel, A : a ike Baron of Smaylho’me rofe with day, : He fpurr’d his courfer on, Vithout ftop or ftay, down the rocky way That leads to Brotherftone. le went not with the bold Buccleuch, | His banher broad to rear ; '¢ went not ’painft the Englifh yew To lift the Scottith {pear. et his plate-jack* was braced, and his helmet | was laced, cue i | And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore; , jt his faddle-gerthe was a good fteel {perthe, | Full ten pound weight and more. « jhe baron return’d in three days fpace, jAnd his looks were fad and four, pd weary was his courfer’s pace |As he reach’d his rocky tower. 2 came not from where Ancram Moor t IRan red with Englifh blood, ; there the Douglas true, and the bold Buccleuch,- |Gainft keen Lord Ivers ftood ; _ ; j bt was his helmet hack’d and hew’d, His aéton pierced and tore; s axe and his dagger with blood embrued, But it was not Englifh gore. : laghted at the Chapellage, He held him clofe and ftill, . lid he whiftled twice for his little foot page, |His name was Englifh Will. | The plate-jack is a coat armour; the vaunt brace (avant i) armour for the fhoulders and arms; the fperthe, a battle | A.D. 1555, was fough the battle of Ancram Moor, in which Hhibald Douglas, Earl of Angus, and Sir Walter Scott of }cleuch, routed a fuperior Englifh army, under Lord Ralph is, and Sir Brian Latoun. —* Come thou hither, my little foot page, “Come hither tomyknee, ~ . “Though thou art young, and tender of age, “Tthink thou'art true‘to me. - °° ~*~ | “ Come, tell me all that thou ‘haft feen, | “And look thou tell me true; if “ Since I from Smaylho’me Tower. have beén, “What did thy Lady do??— hw aH —‘* My Lady each night, fought-the lonely light, “ That burns on the wild Watchtold Ses ae “ For from height to height, the beacons bright, ** Of the Englifh foemen told. 9 © sed seh) & Fee RAS “ The bittern clamour’d from the mofs, - ‘ ° “ The wind blew loud.and ¢hrill; : “ Yet the craggy pathway fhe did crofs - To the eiry § beacon hill, ’ aye “*T watch’d her fteps, and‘ filent’cdme ‘¢ Where fhe fate her on a ftone; _“ No watchman ftood by the dreary flame, “Tt burned all alone, ‘ “The fecond night I kept her in fight, -“ Till to the fire fhe came; doce “And by Maty’s might, an armed knight _ “ Stood by the lonely flame. “ And many a word that warlike lord “ Did {peak tomy Lady there, » ’ ‘* But the rain fell faft, and loud blew the blak, ‘And I heard not what they were. ; “ The third night there the fky was fair ‘““ And the mountain blaft was ftill, “ As again I watch’d the fecret pair, “Qn the loneiome beacon hill; “ And I heard her name the midnight hour, “* And name this holy eve, eR “And fay, come that night to thy Lady’s bower ; c “© Afk no bold Baron’s leave. “ He lifts his fpear with the bold Buccleuch, “ His Lady is alone; rie “The door the’ll_ undo, to her knight fo true, “ On the eve of good St. John.”— -—“ I cannot come, I muf not come, “ I dare not come to thee; “ On the eve of St. John I-muft wander alone, *« In thy bower I may not be.’ —~ _ “Now out on thee, faint-hearted knight ! “ Thou fhould’ft not fay me nay, * For the eve is fweet, and when lovers ‘meet, ‘ Is worth the whole fummer’s day. «¢ And I’ll chain the blood-hound, and the warder fhall not found, «© And rufhes fhall be firew’d on the ftair, « So ‘by the rood-ftone,* and by holy St. John, *¢ T conjure thee, my love, to be there.”— & - : =“ Though diet blood-hound be mute, and the . rufh beneath my foot, — - *« And the warder his bugle fhould not blow, “¢ Yer there fleepeth a prieft in the chamber to the } , .: eaft, sk eal And my footftep he would know.”— __ § Eiry isa Scotch expreffion, fignifying the feeling infpired by the dread of apparitions, ' ; ' * The black-rood of Mglroofe was.a crucifix of black marble, and of fuperior fanctitys : 456. BALLADS awcreyt axp moverx, LEGENDARIES, @e. ee -- © fear not the nite who Heepech to the eat “ For to Dryburgh f the way he has ta*en; « And there to fay mafs, till three days do pafs, “For the foul of a knight that is’ flain.’— “ He turn’d him around, and grimly he frown’d, ” Then he laugh’d right feornfully— —~'' He who fays the:mafs rite, for the — of that knight, “ May ad well fay mafs for ‘me. , * Ac the Jone midnight hour, when bad Spirits have power, “In thy chamber will I be.” ** With that he was gone, and my Lady left alone, ‘* And no more did I fee.” — Then changed I trow, was-that'‘bold Baron’s brow, From dark to blood-red high. —'* Now tell me the .mien of the knight thou haft feen, ** Wor by Mary he fhall die!”— + His arms fhone full bright, in the beacon’s red light, , “And his plume it was fcarlet and blue ; *¢ On his fhield was a hound in a filver leath bound, “ And‘his creft was.a branch of the yew.’ ““ Thou lieft, thou lieft, thou little foot page, «“ Loud dott thou lieto me; “ For that knightis cold, and low jadi in the mould * All under the Bildon* tree.”— * Yet hear bar my word, my noble lord, “ For I heard her name his name ; _ And that lady bright the called the knight, “Sir Richard of Coldinghame.” The bold baron’s brow then changed, I trow, From high blood red to pale. “ The:grave is:deep and dark, and the corpfe fliff cand ftark ; “ So I may not "rut thy tale. * Where fairT weed flows round h oly Melrofe, « And Eildon flopes to the plain, “ Full three nights ago, by fome fecret foe, “ That gallant knight was flain, ‘“« The varying light deceiv’d thy fight, “ And the wild winds drown’d the name, ‘ Forthe Dryburg bells ring, and the white monks . they fing, “ For Sir Richard of Coldinghame.” He pafs’d the court-gate, andhe oped the tower grate, And he mounted the narrow ftair, To the bartizan-feat, where, with maids that on her wait, He found his Lady fair. ; That Lady fat in mournful mood, Look’d over hill and vale, Over Tweed’s fair flood, and Mertoun’s wood, And all down Tiviotdale. ~—* Now hail ! now hail! thou Ladybright !”— —‘“ Now hail! thou Baron true! ‘“ What news, what news, from Ancram fight? “ What news from the bold Buccleugh ?” — + Dryburg Abbey is beautifully fituated on the banks of the Tweed. After its diffolution it became the property of the Ha- liburtons of Newmains, and is now the feat of the Right Ho- nourable the Earl of Buchan, * Kildon is a high hill, terminating in three conical famtnits, immediately above the town of Melrofe,where are the admired ruins of a magnificent monaftery. Eildon tree was faid to be the fpot where Thomas the Rhymer uttered his prophecies, 5 > bls y* —' The bess Moor is red with gore, “ For many a Southern fell ; * And -Buccleugh has charged us evermore, “To watch our beacons well.”— The Lady blufh’d red, ‘but nothing: oe fai, Nor added the Baron a word; Then fhe ftepp’d down the flair to: her chamber. fair, And fo did her moody Lord. é In fleep the Lady mourn’d, and the Baron toed: and turn’d, And oft to himfelf he faid, =~“ The worms around him creep, and his Bloody grave is deep, : “ It cannot give up the dead.” — Q It was near the ringing of matin bell, ‘The night was well nigh done, When a heavy fleep on that Baron fell, On the eve of good St john. The lady look’d through the chamber fair, By the light of a dying fame, And fhe was aware, of knight ftood there, Sir Richard of Coldinghame. —* Alas! away! t away! ‘the cried, « For the holy Virgin’s fake.” — Lady, I know who fleeps by thy fide; “ But, Lady, he will not awake. ; « By Eildon-tree, for long nights three, - “In bloody grave have [ lain; « The mafs and the death-prayer are faid for me “ But, Lady, they’re faid in vain. «“ By che Baron’s brand, near Tweed’s fair rand, “ Moft foully flain I ‘ell, « And my seftlets {prite on "ihe beacon height “ For a {pace is doom’d to dweil. i - t - At our tryfting-place,*for a certain a fpace, x « I muft wander to and fro; te But Il had not had power to come to boittey bower ‘* Had’ft thou not conjured me fo.”’ t ” , 7 Love mafter’d fear—her brow fhe ae ‘ —‘ How, Richard, haft thou fped ? « And art thou faved, or art thou loft ?°—— ‘Lhe vifion fhook his head ! — Who fpilleth life, fhall forfeit life ; “So bid thy Lord believe: . « And lawlefs love is guilt nbeves “ This awful fign receive.” He laid his left hand on an oaken fand, His right hand on her arm: The Lady fhrunk, and fainting funk, For the touch was fiery warm. The fable feore of fingers four Remain on that board imprefs'd, And for evermore that Lady wore A covering on her wrift. » a “a a a te A TE Tt ia ie iB ei , There is anun ‘in Melrofe bower Ne’er looks upon the fun ; - There is a monk in Dryburgh tower, He fpeaketh word to none. That nun who ne’er beholds the day, That monk whofpeaks to none, __- That nun was Smaylho’me’s Lady Bays That monk the bold Baron. * Tryfting-place, Scottith for s place of rendesvour, Ue eh OR The Plan of the Publiher is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, worth preferving, in the . .Englith Language; forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental,War, Hunting, Drinking, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Irifh, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. BL SIT CAE MORI TLT ET SA A RET 2 The Pretty Hay-maker. — TINWAS in June, rofy June, That I faunter’d one morning, All alone thro’ the fields Juf ds Phoebus was dawning : W hen fortune fo fix’d it For which the deuce take her, I muft fall deep in love With a pretty Hay-maker; Yes, in love, deep in love, - With a little Hay-maker. She was fair, and well form’d, Nay, all lovely I own it, ' And grais here and there ‘Into hillocks had thrown it: | Her words were * ftand by, fir!” And I ftrove to forfake her, But, no, I was caught : By this pretty Hay-maker ee . Yes, in love, Se. *Jwas her figure, her mein, And two pretty black eyes, fir, With a bluth the moft fweet Took my heart by furprize, fir : "Twas a fomething bewitching, ¥or which the deuce take her, Made me fall deep in love With this pretty Hay-maker ; ves, in love, Fo. What to doI can’t tell, For a caule more perplexing Was fure never known, No, nor truly more vexing ; ‘Pray, young men have a care Of the fields, and each raker, Left you fall deep inJove “With fome pretty Hay-maker. For I’m trapp’d, fairly trapp’d, By a little Hay-maker! | *Tis Money that feduces. | Tis money that feduces all mankind, . For that we temp the feas, and brave the wind; In ‘city, court and country, that is the general cry ; _'There’s none but will be fold if you can buy. The parfon fells you prayers, the lawyer fells you hes, iy - The doGor fells you death, he’s a fool that buys - The pretty lady fells her magic ring, ‘The fiatefinan fells his country and his king. Pe aeons oregon ic . . CHARMS OF fo SIREN MEDDE Yi. O14 a To which willbe added, a complete Index, SST EE TTI When I was a Chit. WHEN I was a chit; juft enter’d my teens \ And the men would be afking a kifs; Thinks I to myfelf, I fcarce know what it means, \ But I think I ought not to fay yes? To be fure it was'fine, , \ When they call’d me divine, \ Tho’ I’ve fimper’d and cry’d—let me go} j O dear, fit! Ola! no T’ll acquaint my mamma, 3 | If thus you keep teazing and {queezing me fo. Impxoving in fkill as advancing in years, Each leffon of love gat by heart; More eager my hopes, more decided my fears, Poor nature fought refuge in art— At each {wain that drew nigh, I look’d under my eye, And loiter’d, pretending to go; If preft to fit down, I exclaimed with a frown, How dare you keep teazing and fqueezing me fo? Coqueting’s now o’er, and, fettled for life, Each feeling is fairly confefs’d; Attach’d to the duties of parent and wife, *Lis nature ftill reigns in the breaft : To my heart’s bofom friend | I no coolnefs pretend, Nor from him feem anxious to go; Nor ever complain, 5 With affetted difdain, ~S How dare, &:. at Damon. (\N ‘every hill, in every grove, Along the margin of each ftream, Dear confcious fcenes of former love, T mourn, and Damon !s my theme. The hills, the groves and ftreams remain, But Damon there | {eek in vain. . | The hills, Se. ‘ From hill, from dale each charm is fled : Groves, flocks and fountains pleafe no more; Each flower in pity drops its head, All nature doth my lofs deplore. : All, all-reproacth the taithlefs fwain, ais . Yee Damon ftill I feek in vain, | Ail all, Se. SRP ence PUBLISHED at N°-10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, Sib He Where the preceding Numbers can be had. - ui" eg Ye eee The Farmet’s Son, WEET Nelly, my heart’s delight, Be loving, and do not flight The offer I make, For modefty’s fake, I honour your beauty bright': For love I profeds, I can dono lefs, F ‘Thou haft my favour won ; And fince T fee; Your modetty, I pray agree, And fancy me; Tho’ I am but a farmer’s fon. \ No; Iam a lady,gay; “Tis very well known I may Have men of renown, In country or town, So, Roger without delay, Court Bridget, or Sue, | Kate, Nancy, or Prue, ‘Their loves will foon be won ; As tho’ I were At my laft pray’r, But don’t you dare To {peak my fair, To marry a farmer’s fon. My father has riches ftore, Two hundred a year, or more, Befides fheep and cows, Carts, harrows and ploughs ; ; His age is above threefcore ; And when he does die, . Then merrily I Shali enjoy what he has won; Both land nd kine, All fhall be thine, If thoul’t incline, And _ be but mine, And marry a farmer’s fon. A fig for your cattle and corn, ® Your proffer’d love I fcorn, *Tis known very well, My name it is Nell, And you’re but a bumpkin born. . Well, fince it is fo, Away: I will go, - And I hope no harm is done; Farewel, adieu! I hope to woo, As good as you, And win her too, Tho’ I am but a farmer’s fon. Be not in hafte, quoth fle, Perhaps we may ftill agree, ' For, man, I proteft, # was but in jet; Come, prithee fit down by me: For thou art the man That verily can Perform what muft be done; Both fttait and tall, Genteel withall, Therefore I fhall Be at thy call, To marry a farmer’s fon. ’ ae >). ‘THE CHARMS OF MELODY. —— , ' Devil-a rifk’s in a battle wer’t not fo precarious, ; Dear lady believe me now, I jolemnly twear and-vow, No lords in their lives. Take pleafure in wives, Like fellows that follow the plough; For whate’er they gain, _ With. labour and pain, . - a They don’ t to harlots run, A eae ot ‘4 As courtiers do: ee é I never knew ; . A London beau, That could out do, A country farmer’s fon. Soft is the Zephyr. _ G°Et is the zephyr’ s breezy wing, ’ ’ And balmy is the breath of {pring, 4 When o’er the filent dewy vale * oneele Its varigated {weets exhale: Stolen from the frefhen’d flow’, Glift’ning with an ev’ning fhow’r; | From the violet’s negtar’d dew, i ae to gain: Where Jon fear no difeales but ficknefs and fours Where the water ftinks iweetly by way of a zeft, Where you walk on your legs if you’re not top- fey turvey, And where, though you feep foundly, vo ‘re never at reft: Then pufh round thecan, O you have not a notion of {ailorsy their grog, and their fweethearts and wives, _ Ah! give me, my foul, the tight lads-of the Ocean, | Who, though they’re fo’wretched, lead fuch happy lives. And the rofe of apes oni j ei : a x Tight Lads of the. cars cine Bey of that life of delight beyond meafure, That tars’ ‘calmlylead on the boifterous main; _ Where toil is enjoyment, where trouble’s all plea-» fure, 4 And where men lofe their ives a fure fortune a 4 t Then you’re always of billows ‘and winds aoe middle, That fo dafh, and fo whiftle, and bodder your - ears, And play a duet with the tar’s fong ane fiddle, So fweetly that founds and that nobody. hears: Then to fee the tight lads how they laugh at a ftranger, , Who fears billows can drown, andnine pounders can kill— You’re fafe, fure enough, were you not in fueh danger, a And might loll at your eafe if you ‘could but fic J fill ‘ Then pufh round the can, &c, y , : A What oF ee that always the fame are fo vari- |” And ‘thro? fhot-holes and leaks ewe wide open i. 4 death’s doors, , Storms were all gig and fun, but for breakers _ a and fhores! an In fhort, a tar’s life, you may fay that I told it, * Who leaves quiet and peace foreign countries to roam, Is, of all other lives, I’ll be bound to uphold i it Le The mei life in the world next to ai assy) ; ome. Then pufh round the can, kc. thas en eh The worth of Wine. AER —t Let's be jovial, fil our glaffes.’ as wine that clears the underftanding, + (Makes men learn’d without books; eine the gen’ral for commanding, Pigs Ani gives foldiers fiercer looks. With a fa, la, la, Be. 7Tis wine that gives a life to lovers, _ Heightens beauties of the fair; 4 ‘Truth from falfehood i it difcovers, eed joys, and conquers-care. With a fa, la, la, &e. Wine wil fet our fouls on fire, Fits us for all glorious things ; When rais’d by Bacchus we afpire hy At pe ts above the reach of kings. With a fa, la, la, &e,. Bring in bonny magnus plenty,’ Be each glafs a bumper crown’d; None to flinch till they be empty, And full fifty toafts go round. | : \ With a fe, la, la, Be. Sachets hala ein te NY, ms Uap Sane nada ee an Smirky Nati, AIR,— ‘Wanny, 0. ) H! woe is me, poor Willy cry’d, See how I’m wafted to a fpan ; My heart I loft, when firft I fpy’d The charming, lovely milk-maid’ Nan. I’m grown fo weak, a gentle breeze Of dufky Roger’ s Winndwing fan — “Would blow ime o ‘er yon beachy trees, And all for thee, my fmirky Nan. The ale-wife miffles me of late; 4 - Lus’d to take a hearty can; put I can neither drink nor eat, Unilefs “tis brew *d. and bak’d by Nan. The baker we the Beft of bread, Sen Sale The flow’r he takes, and leaves the bran, The bran is ev'ry thee maid, Compar'd with thee, my Araitky Nan. Dick of the green, that nafty lown, Laft Sunday to. my miftrefs ran, He fnatch’d a kifs; I’knock’d hin down, Which hugely pleas'd my fmirky Nan. But, hark! the roaring foger comes, , And rattles tantara taran, She leaves her cows for noify drums; Woe’s me, I’ve loft my fmirky Naa. / The Rival. ©* all the torments, all the care, : ne which our lives are curft ; OF all the forrows that we bear, A rival is the worft. By partners in another kind Afflidtion eafier grow; ~ Th love alone we hate to find i Companions 1 in our woe. : Sylvia, for all We ohn you fee, Arifing in my breaft, I beg not that you’d pity me, Would you but flight the refi, Howe’er fevere you rigorous are, Alone with.them I’d cope? I can endure my own defpair, - But not another’s hope. gobo PHB, CHARMS OF MELODY. 9) 055.) 39 + f ¥ Love, Drink and Debt, HAVE been in love, and in debt, andin Gant: Thefe many and many a year; And thefe are plagues enough, I fhould think, For any poor mortal to bear. *Twas love made me fall into drink, And drink made me fall into debt : ; And though I have ftruggl’d and ftrove I cannot get out of them yet. There’s nothing but money can cure me . And rid me of all my pain; ~ *Pwill pay all my debts, - And remove all my lets; And my miftrefs that cannot endure me, Will love me, and love me again; Then, then I fhall fall to my loving and one again. COL Stee! Stand by, clear the Way. wt tho’ they call mea country lafs ; : I read it plainly in my glafs, That for a dutchefs I might pais; ; Oh, could I fee the day! Would fortune but attend my call, At park, at play, at ring and ball, I'd brave the proudeft of them all, With a ftand-by, clear the way. Surrounded by a croud of beaux, . With {mart toupees, and powder’d ties At rivals I’d turn up my nofe: Oh, could I fee the day! I'd dart fuch glances from thefe eyes, Should make fome duke or lard my prize ; And then, oh! how I’d’tyrannize, With a fland-by, clear the way: Oh! : then for’ever new delight, For equipage, and diamonds bright, Quadrille, and balls, and plays ail night : : Oh, could I fee the day! Of love and joy I’d take my fill, The tedious hours of life to kills In ev’ry thing I’d have my will, With a ftand-by, clear the ‘Way:. es peer The Orphan. Air,—“ Cottage on the Moare.” ee pity, fweet maid, ever dweld in thy breaft, Oh, look with compaffibn on one that’s Aieeet d An orphan, alas! no relations remain, I’m on with the cold, I’m wet ah the bai, Pron morning till evening I wander along, Upheeded by al all, tho’ T plaintively moan ; But children of plealre 1 pafs by in difdain, Nor think on the orphan ‘that’s wet with thé rains My garments are-tatter’d, my looks pale and wan, — I’m willing to abou, yet work I have none ; I’m finking with hunger, no food can I gain, Then pity the orphan that’s wet with the rain. But God*fends relief to the orphans unknown; For peace and contentment is a happy throne ; Thenlook with compafsion, ne'er look with difdain And pity the orphan that’s wet with the rain, “ | i > BALLADS, ancient ann moperN, LEGENDARIES, yn oe oe ' , TT EIN TE Doniac. in Finland there is a cafile, which is called the ‘New Rock, meateg about with a river of unfounded depth, the water black, and the fith thereim very diftafteful to the palate. In this are fpectres often feen, which forefhew either the death of the go- vernor, or fome prime officer belonging to the place, and meft commonly it appeareth in the fhape of an harper, fweetly fing- ing, dallying, and playing under the water. It is reported of one Donica, that after the was dead, the devil walked in‘ther body for the ipace of two years,’fo thatnone {iunfpeéted but the was ftill alive, for fhe did hoth fpeak and eat, though very {paringly.; only the had a deepspalenefs on her couritenance, which was the only fign of death. At length a magician coming by where fhe was then in the company.of many other virgins, as foon as “he “beheld her, he faid, ** fair ‘* maids, why keep you company with this dead virgin whom *< you’ fuppofe to be alive ?” then taking away the magic charm which was tied under her arm, the body fell down lifelefs and without motion. The following ballad is founded on thefe tories. They are to be found in the notes to the Hierarchies of the bleffed angels; a poem by Thomas Heywood, printed in folio by Adam Islip, 1635. IGH on-a rock, whofe caftled fhade Darken’d the lake below, In ancient ftrength mageflic flood . The towers of Arlinkow. The fither in the lake below Durft never caft his net, Jor ever Swallow in its waves Her paffing wings would wet. The cattle from its ominous banks In wild alarm would run, Though parch’d with thirft, and faint beneath The fummer’s fcorching fun. For fometimes, when no pafling breeze The long lank fedges waved, All white with foam, and heaving high, Its deafening billows raved. ‘And when the tempeft from its bafe The rooted pine would fhake, ‘The powerlefs ftorm unruffling {wept Acrofs the calm dead lake. And ever then when death drew near The houfe of Arlinkow, Its dark unfathom’d depths did fend ~ Strange mufic from below. The Lord of Arlinkow was old, One only child had he; , ° Donica was the’ maiden’s name, As fair as fair might be. A bloom as bright as opening morn, Flufh’d o’ver her clear white cheek 5 The mufic of ‘her voice was mild, Her full dark eyes were meek, Far was her beauty known, for none | So fair could Finland boaft ; _ Her parents loved the maiden much, Young Eberhard ‘loved her moft. Together didthey hope to tread The pleafant path of life, For now the day drew near to make Donica Eberhard’s wife. The eve was fair, and mild the air, Along the lake they firay : The eaftern hill reflefting bright The fading tints of day. And brightly o’er the water ftream’d The liquid radiance wide 5 Donica’s little dog ran on, And gambol’d at her fide © * Youth, health, and love, bloom’d-on her cheek; Her full dark eyes exprefs — In many a glance to Eberhard, ote Her foul’s meek tendernels Nor found was heard, nor paffing gale Sigh’d through the long lank fedge; The air was hufh’d—no little wave Dimpled the water’s edge. ‘Sudden the unfathom’d lake fent'forth Strange mufic from beneath, © iri And flowly o’er the waters fail’d The folemn founds of death. As the. deep founds of death arofe, Donica’s cheek grew pale; And in the arms of Eberhard The fenfelefs maiden fell. - . ‘Loudly the youth in terror fhrick’d, And loud he call’d for aid; And with a wild and eager look | Saz’d on the death-pale maid. / But foon again did better thoughts In Ebeehard arife, S 5 And he with trembling hope beheld The maiden raife,her-eyes. . And on his:arm reclin’d, fhe mov’d, - Wich feeble pace and flow, white And foon with ftrength recover’d, reach’d The towers of Arlinkow Yet never to Donica’s cheek oh aty Return’d the lively ‘hue; Shin Her cheeks were deathy white and wan, Her lips a livid blue j Her eyes fo bright and black of yore, Were now more black and bright; And beam’d ftrange lustre in her face, So deadly wan and white, ~ The dog that gambol’d by her fide, And loved with her to ftray Now at his alter’d miftrefs howl’d, | And fled in fear away, Yet did the faithful Eberhard Not love the maid the lefs; , i He gaz’d with forrow, but he gaz'd With deeper tendernefs. And when he found her health unharm’d, He would not brook delay, But prefs’d the not unwilling maid ‘To fix the bridal day. pre And when at length it came, with joy They hail’d the bridal day, ; And onward to the houfe of God They went their willing way. And as they at the altar flood. And heard the facred rite, i i. The hallow’d taper dimly ftream’d “ A pale fulphureous light. : 4 And as the youth, with holy warmth, . ¥ Her hand in his did hold, (rey a Sudden he felt Donica’s hand ; a Grow deadly damp and cold. + 2 And loudly did he fhriek, for lo! A fpirit met his view 3 And Eberhard in the angel form His own Donica knew. pny & That inftant from herearthly form — he Howling the demon fled, § And at the fide of Eberhard Se f The livid form fell dead, ¥ Robert Southey. 2 es ‘at a6 | | . | a ¢ 4 ” ‘ Is i. THE CHARMS OF MELODY, SIREN MEDLE? P The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Felio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englifh Language, » worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englith, Inifh, Wifdom; or, the Tipling Philofophers. 7 \ ISE THALES, the Father of all VI The Greek Philofophical Crew, Ere he gaz'd at the Heavens, would call _ Fora chirruping Bottle or two ; | That, when he had brighten’d his Eyes, He the Planets might better behold, And make the Fools think he was wife r _ By the whimfical Tales that he told. Wine and A - THALES, the Milefien, was firf eminent for his Know- “Vedge in Aftrology, and of thofe Conftellations which at that “they fail’d: but afterwards, by his Travels into Evypr, ‘and “his Refidence there for fome time, in the Court of King: 4- _mafis, he fo improv’d his Learning, that he retura’d home to Miletus, and. became the firft Author of the Mathematicks, and Natural Philofophy, among the Grecians, and juftly ob- ‘tain’d the Preference of the other Wifemen for his fpeculative Learning. a ait “Wife SOLON, who carefully gave Good laws unto. Athens of old, And thought the Rich Cre/us a Slave, _ Tho’ a King, to his Coffers of Gold. He delighted in plentiful Bowls, ~ But drinking much talk would decline, — Becaufe ’twas the Cuftom of Fools _ To prattle much over their Wine. SOLON was born at Salamis, and grew fo famous for. his Wifdom, that he was courted by the City of Arhens to prefcribe Laws to the Athenians, It was he allo that defpifed “the Riches of Crafus, when he expected to be Complimeated for the abundance of his Wealth. And being atked by Pert- ander, at a drinking Match, whether his Silence was owing to his Folly, Selon anfwer’d, Ne Fool can be filent in his Cups. PHERESYDES, when cloy’d with good Wine, Imprudently fell to cold Water: | ‘From thence many things did divine, Which happen’d by accident after : “But when he began to defpife Warm Juice, for a Liquor fo cool, “His Body was tarn’d into Lice, _ And he loufily dy’d like a Fool. 4 “ PHERECYDES was born in Syrus, and made him- felf famous by foretelling an Earthquake, from a Glafs of ‘Water which one.of his Scholars gave him-to drink, Some time before his Death he avoided all Company, and at length dy d miferably, eaten up with Live, ANAXAGORAS, drank like a Lord, Till, Wine had quite dazzl’d his fight, And, when he was tipfy, averr’d, _ That Snow was all black, tho’ ir’s white ; “Yet ftill he made fhift to behold, _ That the Sun had a Stone in his Face, “Which, according as he had foretold, Fell down by a River in TArace. PUBLISHED at N°-10, ee ss Where the preceding ime were moft ftudy’d among the Penicéans, and by which | Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c.—To which will be added, a complete Index. ANAXAGORAS. was born at Glazemena, who, a- mong the reft of his Philofophical Affertons, affirm’d Snes to be black, and,was very famous for foretelling, that a Stone fhould drop, at fuch a time, from the Body of the Sun, which fell accordingly at the River gos in Thrace. Grave ARCHELAUS tippl’d much Wine, Or fure he could never have thought That the lights, which above-us do fhine, Were Malles of Iron Red-Hot. ‘ His Pupils muft certainly think That their, Mafter had gally’d: his Wits Or that he was us’d in his drink To let out fuch merry Conceits, , ARCHELAUS was in Athenian, ot a Melefiat, woe Of his Life, to an hundred or more, . an ' If he had not found means to get Wine, PROTAGORAS was an Abderite, and in his Youth « Altho’ the old Fellow was poor. ; | Porter, that carry’d Burthens ot Wood for Subfiftence, till met ; by Demecritus in the Fields, with a Bundl ; i i. ; 4 “Shoulders,.which was bound up { + Handle .sor Ee Pa pom his - XENOPHANES, the Colephexian, was not only a Bagot ee sgcta hin to wotie | ee upiio methodically, that Demecasias Tofopher, but a Poet, who had fo great an Opinion of his own J the like manner . & h mi he CU Ire eit maker ab saan Works, that he us’d to fing them in the ‘Streets.. He, was the | crjis told him he ae Bey periorm ot 1onaxicia ys Sau eee Founder of the Eveatich Se&t, and liv’d, as {ome Authors report, | {0 took hin Behe t By es capable of much greater Matters 5 to the Age of an Hundred Years and upwards, and dy’d Poor. Philofopher 1ome, and, in procets af Time, made the Clown « * _PARMENIDES, wife as : i ; e es » WIKE-as the reft ANAXARCHUS, more Patient than ‘Fob f th’ old Philofophical Crew Po Pefiles ws: AeA ne Saat Doet {i f the bef yi vas pounded to Death, Would drink, Poet like, of the beit, | Yer {corn’d that a Groan or a Sob As his Works do fufficiently thew ; Should wafte the remai Or elf fhould have fi ‘ afte the remains of his Breath. Or elfe we fhould never have teen : Bt ieiie aga trae wile Ehe laG His Philofophy dizen’d in Verle, And drank to a pitch of. difdais e But his mufty old Notions had been | Or the ftrength of his Wifdom aia! a 1? 2 5 ‘ ’ °. As dull as a Misumeebanks Farce. I fear, would have flinch’d at the Pain. PARM ENIDES born at Elea, wrote Philofophy in ANAXARCHUS wai : Verfe, gave Laws to his own Countrymen, and was particularly Man of that viata eanet PLO one of gra Sra ; 4 : Y : ny Re ose Pat ain : aS order a fantous tor what he wrote concerning Ideas Nececrean King of Cyprus, to be pounsed to Death with Pettles, pe | ator Ra ce his oe was, You ponud only the ' I 10g, bimfelt you bp _ -LEUCIPPUS would never have foar’d, : ; AS i By ftudy fo wonderful high, 0 / Uniefs thar Good Wine had impow’r’d When PYRRHO had taken a Glafs, His fancy to travel the Sky: He faw that no Obje@ appear'd te ‘To enliven and lighten his Soul, ° Exactly the fame as it was é oe: He dranletill the mid of the Night, Before he had liquor’d his Beard ; A Becaufe by his finking the Bowl, ; For things running round in his Drink, v ~ We found that he heighten’d his Flight. Which fober, he motionlefs found, Occafion’d the Sceptift to think “LEUCIPPUS is faid, by fome, to be an Elian; by fome, There was*nothing of (Erinh tobe found a Medean; and, by others, an Abderite. His Philofophy treats titution of the Heavens, by the acci- P POR Ef Ocigas Gui Bion, anduthe Paunder: oane Geepiek chiefly of the original Con f i $883 F i {the E : ; Sie! dental entingling of Atoms; as alfo of the Formation o: the Eaith Sef. He introdue’d a new way of Philofophifing, by allerting after the fame manner. nothing, but leaving all things in fufpenfe: dy’d at Ninety Yeats of Age, leaving nothing behind him in Writing. DEMOCRITUS always was glad, To tpple and cherifh his Soul, : EPICURUS, who fome do report, Would laugh like a Man that was‘Mad, - When over ¢ full flowing Bowl ; _ As long as his Gellar was ftor’d, His Liquor he’d merrily quatf, And when he was drunk as a Lord, | At thofe that were fober he'd. DEMOCRITUS was an Abderite, and the greateft Loy’d Water rouch better than Wine, Yer others as firmly affert, That he fwallow’d ‘his Cups like a Swine, And fo to the Bottle was prone, As well as t6 feed like a Bear, | That the Beaft was fo tunbelly’d grown, He could nor rife out of his Chair. Laugh. — "Traveller of his Time, delighted in folitary Places, as moft condu- five to Contemplation. He affected much Laughter, which he EPICURUS was born at Gargettus, a Town beloncing to ned likea Madman, upon all Occafions. He Jiv’d to above an the Athenians, was a famovs Philofopher; and, fome Writers ‘Hundred Years of Age, and dy’d fo poor, that he wasbury’d at } tellus, @ ‘Man of wonderful Temperance: But. Timecrates ; ghe publick Charge. + PUBLISH Teports, ED a N- 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, Where the preceding Numbers ‘can be had. : ‘called Eros, and. mumbling over a few Words, he conjur’d up a 326 X \ - r. - a ae ‘ : Pi r, fy Os ‘ rh a a & . : : , . Vs , OU . teports, thas it was accuftomary with Epicurus to Vomit twice a | EUSTATHIUS whofe eloquent Tongue ‘ Day, to diicharge the furfeite of his delicious Feeding : That his Was held to be charmine’ and fine, Save extravagant Table {tcod him, every Day, in nodeis than a Line N en atts eae "I in value, fixteen Ounces of Silver; and that his mordiwate way of 9 : , ge ve Bs 3 on Living yender’d him fo unable, for many Years, to rife out of Ji Since he liquor’d J daily with Wine ; . his Chair, that he was forc’d to be carry’d about his common But fair Sifopatra his Dame, 05 WR 4 Cccatioat, being ane fo expslay Pte ee aie Was learn’d to a greater degree, “4 q ue ee See Ce aha ** | And talk’d him quite out of his Fame, \ Becaufe fhe drank harder than he. EUSTATHIUS was aCappadocian, to whom Adefur, in his Travels, leit the Care of his Affairs, He was a Man fa- mous for his florid Style and charming Eloguence; but marry’d Sifepatra, a Lady io eminent for her Learning and other excellent Qualifications, that by her Eloquent Orations the eclips'd the glory of her hufband, ~ ' eee a 4 LONGINUS would tipple in State, And fit like a Judge o’er his Glafs, Of his Nouns and his Pronouns would prate, Like a haughty. Pedantical Afs. In paying for Wine which he, lov’d, By changing his Money fo oft, ‘He Arithmetick highly improv’d, And flourifh’d by teaching his Craft. Rich MAXIMUS, who, for his worth, rorya And Wifdom, was envy’d by Greece, Thought the Bottle a Heay’n upon Earth, And drinking the fweeteit of blifs; | When -tortur’d by Val. as he lay, | oS ee He call’d for a comforting Cup, © Buc his Wife drank it up by the way, And fivore fhe’d not give him a Drop. LONGINUS was a Phenician, and arriv’d to fo great a Perfection in Grammar and Arithmetick, that he was look’d upon to be the beft Teacher of the foregoing Sciences in. the Age he liv’d in. é PORPHYRIUS, who travel’d to Rome, Was cunning in every.Art, _ And tippled in hopes to become Very wife by the help of the Quart; : Thus chafing the Bottle for Years, He grew a moft wonderful Sage, And drank till his Reverend Hairs Were honour’d for Wifdom and Age. MAXIMUS of Pergamus, was the Tutor and F avourite of je the Emperor, under whom he got great Riches; but Juhian proving unfortunate, and Valentinian and Velens being ine velted with the Empire’ and Maximus being privately traduc’dy and publickly exclaim’d againft, was feverely fined, and alfo tor« ‘ter'd with the Wrack, after fo cruel a manner, that he beg’d his Wife, who was ftanding by bim, to fetch him a Cup of Poifon to rid him of his Mifery, which ‘the.prought accordingly; but when her Hufband atk’d for it, drank it off herfelf, and expir'd in his fight 5 but he had more Wit than to pledge her, ‘ % PORPHY RIUS, born at Tyre, fo nam’d by his Matter Longinus, from the Royal Purple that his Scholar ° wore, being firft call’d Ad@alchus, i.e. a King. He travel’d to Rome to im- prove his Studies under Plotinus, where he {edn became a better Orator than his Malter, and univerfally learn’d in all the Sciences ; for which he was much houour’d, aad liv’d to a reverend Age. ,Old PRISCUS, who liv’d to the Age " Of Ninety, th® fome do fay more, ° | Much fooner had quirtted the Stage, ie 4 If he had not drank’ Liquor good flore;_ 3 But finding it lengthen his Days sie a He thought ’twas no crime to be mellow, FAMBLICUS, that Jolly old Cuff, And coveted no other praife, A Man of an affable Wir, Than that of an honeft good Fellow. tA Would often drink more than enough . 7 : _ Altho’ he but fparingly eat. " PRISCUS wasallo of Pergamus, and one of Julian's Tutors, was a very upright Perfon in all his Dealings, and very conftant. and fteady inali his Refolutions. After the Death of Fuian, like. the reft: of his Friends, he fell inte Difsrace, but bis Honefty was fuch, that his Enemies could fix no crime upon him} fo that_ he liv’d without Perfecution to the Age of Ninety, and thendy’d. _ For, had he not taken a Cup, We'd ne’er had the comical Tale, Of his bathing and conjuring up A couple of Imps in the Well. 8 ‘ FULTANUS, that Sophifler, he a All Night o'er the Bottle would fir, ‘ And had he not drank very free 9° We ne’er fhould have heard of his Wit ; For when he’ad the Glafs in his Hand, * In’s mouth he had always a Jett, And Rhetorick moft at command When warm’d with a Cup of the beft, : JAMBLICUS, a Celfyrian of Chalchis, who falling in with Perphyrius became his equal in every thing. ’Tis reported, that when he was bathing with one of his Soldier:) in the hot Baths of Gadera in Syria, putting his hand into one of the Springs © hae ae i el i little Fair Boy, with Golden Locks hanging down his Back, pre- fenting himfelf ina pofture as if he had been bathing. Then ufing the like [ncantations to the other Well called Auteros, another little {mp jump’d up, of a browner Complexion, with dithevel’d Hair, both elinging about Yamblicus, muck to the Admiration of allthat were with him, But he prefently countermanded them back from whence. they came. iA eats 2 Ne ie as J ULIANUS was a Cappadocian Sophitter, very famous for Rhetorick and Wit; and his Converfation fo very delightful, that he gain’d abundance.’ of Admirers, He had a great Repue- tation in Athens, liv’d to a confiderable Age; and when he dy’d, ZEDESIUS, that minder of Dreams, left his Friends contending who fhould add molt Honour to his, . a By which he would often Divine, Altho’ he would pray by extremes, Funeral, - Yet flill he would take off his Wine; aie Spa es ¥ For drank and unable to ftand, ee ee 3 pias report, ld As once he was taking his Nods, ad to Swert ang to Charming a1 Onate, a) 4 Some Knave wrote a Jeit on his Hand ’ If he had not drank Wine by the Quart, ee Which he tancy’d was done by the’ Gods. It would never have been fo well hung ; Yet Philip expell’d him from Greece, As a Man of a wieked defign, Which caus’d him to drink to excefs Till he poifon’d himfelf with ill Wine. JE DESIUS was a Cappadocian, much given to Diviration, and a great regarder of Dream: ; upon his Prayers, one Night, a “ Deity delcended and prefented nim with an Oracle in Hexameter Verte, but be forgetting, in t.e Moriing, the fupernctaral mean- ing of the celeftial Poetry, cail’d his Buy to bring a Balun of Water, aud as he was wafhing his Hands therein, the Lad ftauding by, efpy’d his Left-hand full of Charaé@ters, and apprifing him of it, éde/ius caiting his Eyes ‘thereon, preiently underftood what.the God had writteds DEMOSTHENES was a famous Orator of Macedonia, but was baniih'd hiv Country by Plikip, Father of Alexander the Great, and poifon’d himfelf in his Exile, Se aan ee 7 | PROZRESIU rae er é 20). OEE CHARMS eee | PROERESIUS, the Handfome and Tall, _ Whofe Tongue had the Charms of a Lute, Whenever he {poke in the Hall, He ftruck his Competitors mute ; ecaufe, as fome Writers do think, | He’ad Wine when his Rivals had none, Or if they had any to drink, _ He took off twe Cups to their one. te RX “ e PR OZ RESIUS was born in Armenia, bordering upon Perfia. He was a very handfome Man, and retain’d his Beauty thro’ all the Periods of his Life; and had fo great a Gift of Elo- quence, and was fo good a Difputant, that whenever he contended | an Argument he filenc’d his Competitors. ¢ : cae a . | Old X4NTUS, we've reafon to think _ Had a Gut like the Heidelburgh War, And that he was cuftom’d to drink, _ Full as much as that holds, at a draught, Or #/op would never have lay’d. - _ That his ‘Viafter thould drink up the Sea, . But he knew that he’d guzzle like mad, _ Till none were more merry than he. NG ; . et ge ‘ ‘ t _XANTUS was a Philofopher of Samie,/ and fometime Matter of 4/op the Fabulift. As he was once drinking with fome of bis Scholars, and very merry in his Cups, he laid a boafting Wager with one of his Difciples, that he would drink up the Sea; and being reminded next Morning of his extravagant Undertaking, was brought off his Bargain by his Man “fof, who alledg’d, that tho’ his Mafter was to. drink up the Sea, yet it was no part of the Agreement that he wasto {wallow the Rivers that run into.it; therefore if his Adverfaries were ready to {top the one, his Maiter was ready to periorm the other; upon which the Stakes Were drawa. ZALUCUS, that giver of Laws ; _ Once with his own Son did agree, For promotion of Bacehus’s Caufe, -To drink till they neither could fee. Bat to couzen the People. with Lies, ) When they found their fight was decay’d, They reported they’d put out their Eyes, ! _ To obey a good Law they had made. ZALUCUS wasa Lecrian Lawgiver, who put out one of his own Eyes, and one of his Son’s, in obedience to a Law himfelf had made agaialt Adultery. q Q}d SENECA, fam’'d for his Parts, Who tutor’d the bnily of Rome, © ‘Grew wife o’er his Books and his Quarts, Which he drank like a Mifer at home ; And to thew he lov’d Wine that was good, -. To the laft, we may truly aver it, That he tin@ur’d his Bath with his Blood, So fancy’d he dy’d in his, Claret. - SENECA the Moraltft was a Roman, and Tutor tothe Ty- ‘rant Neyo,. who commanding him, in his Age, to be put to Death, had his Veins cut in a: warm Bath, in which he bled till he expir’d. 4 Old PISO, as fneaking as he, Would often be baulking his Glafs ; “Q’er his Wine he from plotting was free, But when fober a Treacherous Afs : “He had given his Politicks o’er, And laugh’d at defigns that are bafe ; Had he drank but a Tun or two more, - And thought but a little the lefs. é ¥, PISO. wasa Citizen of Rome, " Ringleader of the Republican Faction, __ againtt Nere. a powerful Man, who was the and one of the Con/pirators OF MELODY. . 329 Wife CATO believ’d a full Bow! | _. Was good for his Wit and his Health, | ~ But when he was fober, the Fool . «Would be ftiff for a Common-wealth: But had he drank cheerfully on, He’a have ne’er againft Nero confpir’d, But had Rhym’d like pollo’s own Son, And had been with true Loyalty fir’d. CATO was a Roman Poet, a great Statefman, and a Senator, but was drawn into the Confpiracy of fe, and when the Plot was detected, dy’d by his own Hand. COPERNICUS, like to the reft, Believ’d there was Wifdom in Wine, And fancy’d a Cup of the beft Made reafen the brighter to fhine. With Wine he replenifh’d his Veins, And made his Philofophy reel ; Then fancy’d the World, like his Brains, hs Run round like a Chariot-wheel. COPERNICUS, born at Thorz,-a Town of Royal Prufia, was a famous Philofopher, Phyfician, and Mathematician; he revived the ancient Doétrine of Ariffarchus, and maintain’d the Sun to be the Centre of the Univerfe, and\not fubject to any Motion; that-the Earth and all the Planets mov’d round the Sun, afcribine two Motions ‘o the Earth; the one being-that by which it performs its progrefs thro’ the Zodiack, in a Year, the other its diurnal Motion which it performs upon its Axis in twenty four Hours. Our Sages whofe Books are their Wives, May hunt the. Philofopher’s Stone, And be proud of their Gontinent Lives, As if that themfelves they had none. Bur if they would come at the Prize, They ought to be Jolly, and drink, For the true Modern way to be Wife, Is neither to Read or to Think. 4 Red fs 42 Sle a a eee eT Es AO REA mG My Grandmother’s Eye Water. F all forts of drops drooping fpirits to cure, A good drop of comforr’s the beft I am fure, Some take their drops open, and fome take it fly, But the drop Llike beft is a drop in my eye, a : Tol lol, &c. We all love a drop now and then. Your delicate ladies pretend you know, As how they never get muzzy or fo, But they’re all ii their cups when the tea they touch, And they don’t now and then get a cup too much. Tol lol, &c. My granny, becaufe I’ve bad eyes, gave me The genuine eye water, only fee, my ' (Pulls out a brandy bottles : Bur my hand fhakes fo, north, eaft, wefi, fouch, L never can get it beyond my mouth. Tol lol, &e. ’ P'm a very dry creature, the people fay, OF courfe 1 muft drink to moilten my clay, And when it’s too moift, drink again you know, For the more you drink the drier you grow. i; Vol lol, &c. — .~ =— 5 _ -. + - a eae 328 BALLADS ancient ‘ : 7 Sir Hengift. | Mis M. G. Lewis. Herman, or Arminius, is the favourite hero of Germany, whoje liberty he defended againft the opprefion of Rome: Flavus, his brother, fided with the Romans, and in confequence his memory is as much detefied by his countrymen, as that of Arminius is beloved, HERE rolls the Wefer’s golden fand, V Did erft Sir Hengift’s caftle fland, A warrior brave and good: His lands extended far and wide, Where ftream’d full many a plenteous tide, Where frown’d full many a wood. It chanced, that homewards from the chace Sir Hengift urged his courfer’s pace, The fhadowy dales among, While all was ftill, and late the hour, ‘And far off, in the caftle tower, The bell of midnight rung. “Sudden, a piercing fhriek refounds Throughout the forefi’s ample bounds ; A wildly dreadful yell; The degs, by trembling, own their fear, As if they fcent fome bad thing near, Some foul enlarged from hell! ——“ See, father!” cried young Egbert; “ fee ‘* Beneath the fhade of yonder tree “ What fearful form is fpread ! “ How fire around his temples glows! _ ** How from his lance-and fingers flows ‘* The ftream_of bloody red !”-—- “ Stay here!” faid.Hengiff, then with fpeed Towards the ftranger f{purr’d his fteed ; “« What brings thee here, Sir Knighr, ““ Who dar’ft in my domains to bear ** A lance, and by thy haughty air ** Seem’ft to demand the fight ?”?— GeemMan. _ —‘* Long has my arm forgot to wield “ The {word, and raife the mafly fhield,” Replied the ftranger drear: «* Peace to this brown oak’s hallow’d fhade! ** Peace to the bones which here are laid, ** And which we both revere! Know’ft thou not Siegmar, Herman’s fire, “That arm of fteel, that foul of fire? “* Here is his grave-—My name Is Flavus—at that found the woods * With curfes ring, and Wefer’s floods “ My infamy proclaim! For fuch is vengeful’Odin’s will ** And doom, that traitor-curfes ftill ‘© Thick on my head fhall be, “ Till from the blood of brethren flain, ** My gory hands and lance again ‘< [ pure and fpotlefs fee. _ “~ a Still then, when midnight hours permit Pale fpectres Hela’s realm to quit, 1 feek this hallow’d place ; With tears bedew thefe crimfon blots, And ftrive to wath away the {pots ** No pains can now efface !”— He ceafed; when Odin’s eagle came, By Odin arm’d with blafting flame, And feized the phantom knight: Loud fhrieks the fpectre’s pangs reveal’d, And foon a eloud his form conceal’d Prom awe-firuck Hengift’s fight. -—‘* Son!” faid the chief, with horror chill’d; While down his brows cold dews diftill’d, ‘* Now take your fword in hand, ““ And {wear with me, each drop of gore, “That fwells your:veins, well pleafed to pour “ To guard your native land !” wn ~ anp mopExw, LEGENDARIES, &. + ee ae “ 4 Margaret’s Ghoft. a 7 9 WAS at the filent folemn hour, , When night and morning meet, © . In glided Margaret’s grimly ghoft, — And ftood at William’s feet. Her face was like an April morn, ; | Clad in a wintry cloud; Aad clay-cold was her lily hand, That held her fable fhroud. So fhall the faireft face appear, When youth and years are flown: | Such is the tobe that kings muft wear, When death_has reft their crown. Her bloom was like the fpringing Hower, , That fips the filver dew ; The rofe was budded in her cheek, Jef opening to the view. But love had, like the canker-iverm, © Confumed her early prime: ; The rofe grew pale, and left her cheek ;— She died’ before her time. ——“ Awake!” fhe cried, ‘ thy true love calls ‘“* Come from her midnight grave; Now let thy pity. hear the maid “Phy love refufed to fave. “« This is the dark and dreary hour, “ When injured ghofts complain ; Now yawnirg graves give up their dead, *“ To haunt the faithlefs fwain. ‘ wn “© Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, “« Thy pledge, and broken oath ; *“* And give me back my maiden vow, “And give me back my troth. “* Why did you promife love to me, ** And not that promife keep? Why did you fwear mine eyes .were bright, ** Yet leave thofe eyes to weep? How could you fay my face was fair, ** And yet that face forfake? _ How could you win my virgin heart, - “ Yet leave that heart to break ? Why did you fay my lip was fweet, “* And made the fearler pale? And why did I, young witlefs maid “ Believe the flattering tale? That face, alas! no more is fair; ; “« Thefe lips no longer red: | Dark are my eyes, now clofed in death, * And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my fifter is; ‘* This winding fheet I wear: And cold and’ weary lafts our night, » “ Till thac laft morn appear. But hark! the cock has warn’d me hence! “ A long and laft adieu! * Come fee, falfe man, how low fhe lies “Who died for love of you,” — The lark fung loud, the morning fmiled With beams of rofy red ; Pale William fhook in every limb, ; And raving left his bed. “oe “He hied him to the fatal place, Where Margaret’s body lay ; .s And ftretch’d him on the grafs-green turf, That wrapt her breathlefs clay. _ And thrice he call’d on Margaret’s name, And thrice he wepr full fore; “4 Then laid his check to her cold graye, And word fpake nevér more, 7 ‘ CHARMS OF MELODY, , eh ee BeNy MB YD. LR The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one’ Gund Folio Volume, all the Songs, anaencadinedeen in thednglith nee. worth preferving —formiog an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentinsental, War, Hunting, Bacthanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political Songs; as wellas Old Englith, Irifh, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c.—To which will be added, acomplete'Index. { \ be } \ ‘ ; The Chapter of Fathions. f ASHION was formed when the world began ; And Adain Pm told .was a very {mart man, As for Eve I fhall fay nothing more or lefs, ‘Bar that ladies of fathion now copy -her drefs. | “Yet barring all pother’ of this, that. or itother We all bow to fafhion in turn. ; Elegance and Eafe. RRAH Mitftrefs Murph i how d’ye. do? fh Arrah Miftrefs Murphy, pies ‘do? ’Tis B09 for fore eyes to fee you, i xcept upon the Quay, The’ flars I Do day rit ny Your Dublin bays, how did they fell? Out of the cods before they fell, * I made the price of tea. The fafhion next came to go hunting poor brutes, And Nimrod ‘invented the fafhion of boots ; For he was a buck tho’ he hadn’t a wife, And never faw Bond Street perhaps in his life. Yet barring, &c. But have you heard of the new fone 7 =e Called Barney- leave the girl alone ? Or, Jeany put the kettle én! : ‘Tis farely all the plan. O fure black Peg in Thomas Street, She'd teach you how to. fing it {weet, She’s the girl can gaily bleat, : Now match. her if you can. The Barons of old wore comical cloathés, Fon And their fhoes were turn’d up like & critical nofe ; |} Your Henry’s and Edward’s were famous for drefs, But ale and beef-fteaks, were the fafhion with. Befs. I bettie es Yet barring, &c. In the days of King Chatles you diftinguith’d a prig | By the length of his cane, and the fize of his wig ; )\Cromwell’s hats were all broad, and his head it was -—-reand,:- k an 3 | Re RS ; And his hair hung like candles fixteen to the pound. There's the and Nell thar takes the fray, ‘Fhey are the fort, they know the way, . . ‘Lis good to hear, them as a play, To be fure they do it near, Then, Peg the deals the ballads out, She pins the coppers without doubr, Sweet pea and tea they make ir out, | "Tis they that. are complete. Yet barring, &c. The tories wore wigs in the reign of Queen Ann, (Now wigs fuit the female as well as the man ; (For crops but in corn fields you’d formerly meer, \Now there’s few in the fields, but ‘enough in the treet. made Se rai mice Yet barring, &c. |However the fafhions are fubject to change, JUné fafhion exifts, if it didu’t twere ftrange ; | Twas always the fafhion each Englifhman knows, \T'o be true to his king, and to humble his foes. Yet barring, &c. But let us of to Aftley’s: go, That is the place for fun you know, And there we'll have‘ it all from Joe, "Tis but a fog a piece. Let’s get the tea, and then be off, We'll meet the boys there fure enough, | In the front row we'll be in fnuff, With elegance and eafé! Che fafhion of fighting has long fince gone by, ho’ when fighting’s the fafhion I always fight thy ; Jind fince peace is the fafhion, ill luck to the men Who would bring furly war into fafhion again. Yet barring, &e. Jaartern loaves were the fafhion at very high price, Now for half the fame money you’re ferv’d ina trice; Vhile cattle to Smithfield for flaughter repair, is plenty as cuckolds to to’ther horn fair. © Yet barring, &c. - When Love gets into a Youthful brain. | HEN Love gets into a Youthful brain, \ Inftruction it’s’ ufelefs and caution pain, Prudence may fay, do fo, do fo, But. if Love fays no, S Poor Prudence may go,. poor Prudence may ga, With its preaching and teaching to Jerico! To Jerico, to Jeérico, to Jerico. Wlow fafhion’s arrived at a wonderful height, por what's boorith at noon, is quite ftylifh at night; p they bore you with fiyle, and they ftyle yea boor, js perhaps you may me, if | fing any more. . Yet barring, &c. iddin. Sheridan. PUBLISHED at N*10, BEDFORD. ROW, Dublin, “Where the preceding Numbers can be had. SS om _ | THE CHARMS OF MELODY. Sprig of Shillelah. » f T made love to Kate. . ‘M a comical Fellow, I tell you no fib, I I came from the Bogs of Killala ; : You may fee I’m the thing by the cut of my gib, And they chriften’d me Thady Q’Reilly. I afk’d Dad for a fortune, he anfwerd me fmart He had none for himfelf, fo with none cou’d he part. Spoken.—And | began the world With an lrith Eftate, that’s a good honeft heart, And this neat little Sprig of Shrlelah, ar es ae toe Made love to Kate, : Long | fighed for fhe, Till I heard of late, She'd’ a!mind for me: _ ~_ L-met her,on the greea, 1 In her beft array; 9 So pretty fhe did feem, She ftole my. heart away. Oh! then we kifs’d and prefs’d&, were we much to , go wi blame ? 5 SeMeLES wee PT see Br eiigtat Sana - Had you been in my place, you'd have done the fame. And Erin Go Bra, was the Motto | chofe hee’ Like a true hearted Thady O Reilly. For if fhe didn’t flourith, what good could I do, And ftill for her friencs I’ve a heart firm and true. Sook And as to her foes, | cou’dn’t do lefs than sen | Give them my hand. Of Faith I gave them my fit, and along with it too This tight litte Sprig of Shillelah, As I fonder grew, / She began to prates 9 0) | noth fhe—Lll marry you, And you fhall marry Kate: But then’ laugh’d and fwore, | I lovd her more than fo; Ty’d each to a rope’s end Is tugging to and fro. . Again we kifs'd and prefs’d ; were we much to blame? Had you been in my place, you'd have done the fame,. Then fhe figh’d, and faid, She was wend'rous fick, Dicky Katy led, Katy fhe led Dick: Long we toy’d and play’d Under yonder oak, Katy loft the game, Tho’ fhe play’d in jokel: — For there we did, alas! what I dare not name: Had you been in my place, you'd have done the fame. | arrived in this town where the wo#td’s all alive, Succefs to the Bogs of Killala, And foon learn’d how many beans went to five, What a wonderful Thady O'Reilly, My pockets were empty, my hearc full of glee, And that was meat, drink, board and wafhing to me, Seok { And then fox the girls, to be fure Ldidn'tmake PokEM-) Plenty of conquelts, I had Jaurels in plenty. But thelaurel that bangs all creation for me, Is a tight little Sprig of Shillelah... | a re Vil tell you, dear Pat,’ &e. Tune—< Ballinamoney.” “LL tell you, dear Pat, the whole news of the town, Thav’s juftcome fromLondon,that place of renown: To open this Seflion a great man came down, When hundreds and thoufands his coach did fur- round— Crying—‘* War, crael war and ftarvation, Will fure be the fate of our nation; ~ Our blood and our treafure is wafting, And Billy goes on with the war.” Bacchus is a Pow’r divine. ACGHUS is a pow’r divine, . } For he no fooner fills my head Ri nel With mighty wine, But all my cares refign, And droop, and droop, and fink down dead ; Then, then the pleafing thoughts begin, And I in riches flow, . At leaft I fancy fo; The Swine, as Burke callsthem, did grunt and did groan: No war, they cry’d out, with a pitiful tone, The ftate coach was broken—fome fay with a ftone, Some fay with an air gun, and fome fay with none. For war, cruel war and flaryation, &c. And without thought of want I fing, . Stretch’d on the earth, my head all around, With flow’rs weav’d into a garland, crown'd; Then, then I begin to live, )s And {corn what all the world can fhew or give. — Let the brave fools that fondly think Of honour, and delight To make a noife, a noife, and fight, The doors were clofe locked, the members were fet, The wile Lords and Commons together were met, Some wrangled, fome jangled, and others did fret ; The devil himfelf ne'er beheld fuch a fet.—— For ‘war, cruel war and oppreffion, Is carried from feffion to feffion ; l with that rhe devil was thrething Them all into Botany-bay. Go feek out wat, whilft I feek peace, Whilft I feek peace, feek peace and drink, Whilft I feek peace, feek peace and drink. Then fill my glafs, fill, fill ir high; Some perhaps think it fit to fall and die: ‘ But when bortles are rang’d, | . Make war with me, The fighting fool fhall fee, When | am funk, The diff’rence to lie dead, And lie dead drunk: The fighting fool, &c. The war it goes on, by my faith juft to get More thoufands for flaughter, more millions of debt ; Difgrace on difgrace my dear Pat. is our lot 5 Like the bithop of Dol, )we may all go to pot.— For war, cruel war and ftarvation, Willfure be the fate of our nation ; Our blood and onr treafure is wafting, And Billy goes on with the war, | THE CHARMS OF MELODY. Origin of Faction. if’ries of Heathens, by which Tutors train us, e falt-water Sov’reign is call’d Oceanus ; oufe was deliver’d, by man-midwife Triton, s fea-girt ifland, his fav’rite Britain. laiads were nurfes ; old Trident declar’d, ibellifh his offspring no pains fhou’d be fpar’d ; ing fifh drawn, to Olympus he drove, etition’d the Gods, thar his {uit they'd apptove. . Jupiter, Pi make it Xing of the Sea: ' reply’d Neptune, pray leave that to me: ard it with fhoals, and I'll make their lads Seamen. ‘Hercules halloo’d out, V’ll make ’°emFreemen. that will you make, Venus whifper’d to Mars? wy I'll make all foldiers, that Nep. dont make Tars, Momus fmil’d, as that droll always merrily meauis ; He begg’d they’d go partners, and make ’em Marines. Quoth Saturn, much time I allow ’em for thinking ; Buek Bacchus reply’d, no, allow ic for drinking : Buc Mercury anfwer'd, a fig for your wine, ‘The art of time-killing by card-playing’s mine. By Styx, quoth Apollo, bur Hermes you're bit; *Gainft gaming I'll fend ’em an antidote,—Wit : ‘in England, laugh’d Momus, Wit no one regards Save that fort of wit that’s in—playing your cards. Well, well, replies Phoebus, Vil, mend their con- Y ditions, hes ‘Til teach ’em to fiddle, and fend them Phyficians. "Mong fiddlers, quoth Momus, true Harmony’s {caice And ‘as to your Dodtorthip,—Piyjict's a Farce... Says Venus I'll people this Ifland with beauties, And tempt married men to be true to their duties. You to married men’s duty a friend! bawl’d out - Juno, You're a ftrumpet, you flat, and that I know and . you know. . ‘Then turning to Jove, whe look’d pale, fhe began, PU fpoil your olympical gift-giving plan : “Herfelf not confulted, fhe vow’d fhe wou’d wrong us, Blew a {cold from her mouth, and fent Party among : nee, 7 God Bacchus, to counterpoife Juno’s rafh action, Commanded Silenus to feize upon Fadion; Swift flitted the Fiend, the old Teper outfped, _Whilft Semele’s fon fent a flafk at his head. “'The Imp, by the blow, fpeechlefs fell to the ground ; _May Wine thus for ever foul Faction confound : Unaninity! that, that’s the Toaft of our Hearts, Though no Party+men here, Here's to all Men of Parts, To the Chace. "0 the chace, te the chace, on the hrow of the hill, Let the hounds meet the {weet-breathing morn, » : ~ Join the aw. What mufic celeftial ! when urging the rare, Sweer echo repeats, to the chace! to the chace! ound of the heart-cheering horn. Our pleafure tranfports us, how gay flies the hour, Sweet health and quick {pirits attend ; Nor fweeter when ev’ning convenes to the bower; And we meet the loy’d fmile of a friend. See the flag juft before us! He ftarts at the cry : He ftops—his firength fails—fpeak my friends— muft he die. His innocent afpect while ftanding at bay, | “His expreffion of anguifh and pain, All plead for compaflion—your looks fee to fay, ‘Let him bound o’er his foreft again. Quick releafe him to dart o'er the neighbouring plain. Let him live—ler-him bound o’er his foreft again. SAO f BR. _Latk no more Wealth than dame Fortune has fent, Whilft full ie the weikin their notes clear and fhrill, | ‘ 331 The {weet little Girl that I Love. M\ friends all declare that my time is miffpeny While in rural retirement I rove; But the {weer little girl that I love; ; The {weer little gul, &e. The rafe on her cheek’s my delight, She’s foft as the down on the dove; : No lily was ever fo white, As the {wees little girl that I love. The {weet little girl, &e. Tho’ humble my cot, calm content gilds the fcene, For my fair one delights in my grove; And a palace I'd quit for a dance on the green, With the {weer little girl that I love. The fweet little girl, &e.. f No ambition I know but to call her my own, No fame but her praife with to prove ; My happinefs centers in ‘Fanny alone, She’s the fweet little girl that I love. The {weer ticle girl, &c.. Together let us range the Fields. OGETHER let us range the fields, Impearled with rhe morning dew, Or view the fruits the vineyard yields, ‘Or the Apples cluftering bough: There in clofe embower'd thades, Impervious to the noontide Tay 5 By tinkling rills, on rofy beds, We'll love the fultry hours away. Come, ye Heroes fam’d in ftory. "NOME, ye heroes, fam’d in ftory, For the great exploits you've done, And record the lafting glory, Of great George’s warlike fon. He whofe brave undaunted fpirit, Invhis fire and country’s caufe, Shines amongft diftinguifh’d merit, And has gain’d the world’s applaufe, Flanders firft beheld with wonder, When his prowefs he difplay’d, And tho’ ’midit of Gallick thunder, He, brave foul, was ne’er difmay’d. Tho’ in battle there defeated, None could him or army blame, For in order they retreated, And by numbers was o’ercame, When Britania feem’d to languifh, And requir’d his prefence here, To affuage the nation’s anguith, See the martial youth appear, | To relieve each fubject fighing, How he haften’d to their aid, Swift as lighting fee him flying, Whilft as fwift the Rebels fled, Trembling flill they fly before him, _ At the found of William’s name, Whilft his followers all adore him, And each foldier fpreads his fame. May the choiceft blifs attend him, And where e’er the hero goes, May kind heaven ftill befriend him, To fubdue his country’s foes. wg Oe AMM AE ec 6” U2. Pw) Willy’s Lady. X JILLY’s gone over the falt fea foam, \ He has martied a wife, and brought her home ; He.wooed her for her yellow hair, © But his mither wrought her mickle care ; And mickle dolour fuffers fhe, For lighter * fhe can never be 5 But in her bouir fhe fits wi’ pain, And Willy mourns over her in vain, ‘Then to his mither he fpeaks his mind, Uhat vile rank witch of fouleft kind ; He fays—‘* my ladye has a cup, * With gold and filver all fet up, “ The handles are of the ivory bones, * And all fet round wi’ fparkling ftones ; “af of gudely gift {he'll give ro thee, “ Uf of her young bairn {he may lighter be.”— —-* Of her young bairn fhait fhe never de lighter, * Nor in her bour to fhine-the brighter ; “ “ Batfhedhall die, and turn to clay, “* And you fhall wed another may.”—=- —‘* Another may Vii never wed, **-Another may J’li never bed !"—— | "Yhen forely did that lady figh, —“ 1 wifh my hour of death were nigh! ‘* Yet fpeak ye again to your mither your mind, * "That foul rank witch of cruel kind, ‘* And fay your lady has a fteed, The like of him’s not in the land of Leed: Of that horfes main at every trelfs, ‘There’s a filver bell and a golden jefs, Vhis gudely gift Vil give her with glee, It of my young baica I may lighter be”’— ae es ss 6s as —‘ Of her young bairn fhall fhe never be lighter, “Nor in her bour to fhine the brighter ; ‘+ But fhe fhall die and turn to clay, ** And you fhall wed another may.” —‘* Another may 1’ll never wed, ** Another may Ii] never bed !”"— Then evermore figh’d that ladye bright, —‘ L wifh my day had reach’d its night.”— With that arofe the Billy Blynde, f And in good tyme {pake he his mind, —‘* Yet gae ye to the market-place, ** And there buy ye a loaf of wace, § ‘* Shape it bairnly-like, to view, Stick in’t twa glafly een of blue, ‘Then bid the witch the chriftening to, And notice well what fhe fhall do.”— ee “se 6 Then Willy has bought a loaf of wace, And framed it to a bairn'like face, And fays to his mither, with feeming joy, —‘* My lady is lighter of a young boy ; ** And he'll in St. Mary’s be chriften’d to night, ‘** And you to the chrift’ning I come to invite.’— Syne has he ftopped a little to fee, W hen this fhe heard, what fay might the. ~—‘ O who has the nine witch knots unty’d, * That were among the locks of your bride; ** Or who has ta’en out the comb of care, ** Which faften’d that ladye’s yellow hair? ‘“* And who has ta’en down the buth of woodbine, * that hung between her bour and mine? . «© And who has kill’d the mafler-kid, That ran below that ladye’s. bed ? ** And who has her left fhoe-ftring undone, * And let that lady be light of .her fon??— > Nig. Brought to b.d. ft May, maiden, A familiar ipirit, cr good genius, § Wax, BALLADS anciunt AND MoDERN, LEGENDARIES, &e. _ arr." i” = Then Willy the nine witch knots unry’d, That were among the locks of his bride 5. \ And he has ta’en out the comb.of Care,” my W hich faften’d his ladye’s yellow hair,.- And he has ta’en down the weodbine flowers, Which the witch had hung between the bowers 5, And he has flain the mafter-kid, | Which ran below that ladye’s beds. > * And he has the left fhoe-ftring undone, And letten his ladye be light of her fon ;, But-when fhe heard that his ladye was light, That foul rank witch, fhe burft for fpite! eit pe Tales of Wonder. te at oa f.. ay : The Cinder-King. as 66 we is it.that fits jin the kitchen, “and weeps, Raph eos * While tick goes the clock, and the tabby-cat fleeps ; "Phat watches the grate, without ceafing to f{py, “ Whether purfes or coffins will out of it Hy 2— : ’Tis Betty ; who faw the falfe tailor, Bob Scott, Lead a bride to the altar ; which bride fhe was not: Tis Betty’; determined, love from her to fling, And woo, for his riches, the dark Cinder-King. Now fpent tallow-candle-greafe fatten’d the foil, And the blue-burning lamp had-half wafted its oil, And the bleck-beetle boldly came crawling from far, — And the red coals were finking beneath the third bar ; . When Ve one” ftruck the clock : bird “ik ehh ae ee ag ; Who ufed to fing cuckoo whene’er the clock ftirr’d, _ Out barft a grim raven, and utter’d “ caw ! caw!” While pufs, though the ’woke, durft not put forth t «a iclawi : “ et Then the jack fell a-going as if one fhould fup, Then the hearth rock’d as though it would fwallow — one up; ‘ hte Dh ft With fuel from hell, a ftrange coal-fkuttle came, And a felf-handied poker made fearful thefiame. —” A cinder fhot from it, ot Gak ti amaze, ) (With a bounce, fuch as Betry ne’er heard ‘in her Clays; ie ailhs tea ae ed fe Thrice, ferpent-like, his’d, as its heat fled away, And lo! fomething dark in a vaft coffin lay. | oy ERED OP hee gop fale!) tan — Come Betty!’ —quoth croaking that non-defcript thing, Se eae ‘ull —“ Come blefs the fond arms of your true cinder-_ oh king 1 tae i s ‘* Three more Kings, my brothers, are Waiting ‘to greet ye! | ee eee Sl “ Who,—don’t take irill !—muh at.four o’clock eat ye. MIELE. Ra dy 9A yo? fl it My darling! it muft be, do make dp your mind; _ ** We element brothers, united, and kind, ‘ “ Have a feaft and a wedding, each night of our liv “So conflantly fup on each other’s new wives.”"— * In vain {quall’d the cook-maid, and pray’d not) wed; ee. de dev aye Cinder craunch’d in her mouth, cinder rain’d on her. head, oe eal oF She fank in the coffin with cinders flrewn o'er, And cofiin ner Betty faw man any more. + a Tales of Hon ler. and inftead of the ¥ : 7 : ‘ \ * » ‘ Pp: ew Re Ky ae ok n coh ee «x X S OF MELODY, OR Pe OM nar a STREWN MEDLEY. pe Plays of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language, worth preferving—forming aa Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political, Songs; as well as Old Englith, Irith, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &¢. 8¢c.——To which will be added, a complete Index, Of all our fond diverfions. : C all our fond diverfions, A Hunter’s is the beft, In fpite of war and party jars, ‘That fport has ftood the teft. Nay is And a hunting we will go, &c. _ Of Nimrod, and of Efau, » What gallane feats they tell, On foot they follow’d hunting, They lov’d the {port fo well. : Ohadf thou, brave Actzon, But minded more thy game, Thou ne’er hadft paid fo dearly, : For peeping at—That fame. ‘Herfelf, Diana, Goddefs, The pride of female race, Preferr’d to am’rous fooling The pleafures of the chafe. Orion, foolith hunter, Lur’d by a petticoat, In the mid chafe he loiter’d; And fo his fate he got. ony | ! And; &c. But after his difafter, ' He’s made a heav’aly fign, ee That he at laft may view the fport, He can no longer join. | | And, &c. And hence it is we Hunters » - Ne’er break a leg or arm ; For this our fellow fport{man | Proteéts us from all harm. aN And, &c, Had Dido not lov’d hunting, : The Am’rous Trojan brave, ‘Her highnefs ne’er had folac’d, In Juno’s friendly cave. ‘Euripides, had hunting Been lov’d but like thy books, The hounds had nor devour’d thee, They know a fport{man’s looks. | And, &c. Af, friend, you're call’d a hunting, Throw all your books afide, (The Poet thus advifes) cee And mount your horfe and ride. ) ; And, &¢. ‘Brifk a@tion cures the vapours, _ Th’ effe& of lazy floth, . And mufic makes us cheerful, So hunting’s good for health. Leptin ah. And, &c. Ande idecs 4 And; &e. . And, &c. | The {port of hunting renders Our days fo fweet and long, It. makes us better relifh Our glaffes and a fone. : Our laws prohibit hunting | To the Plebeian race, Nor is it meet the vulgar Should reyal {port debafe, The Britith Kings are hunters, kgs tty cae 9 And frequent in the ¢ iafe, ane They fear no more than we do, A weather-beaten face, And, -&c, Then fill a fparkling cuniper Pll take it off. with glee, To all our brother hunters In courfe his Majefty. And a hunting we will go, 8c, i”) # x Let School-mafters puzzle their Brain. ET {chool-mafters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonfenfe,; and learning ; - Good liquor I ftoutly maintain, ne Gives genius a better difcerning. Let them brag of their Heathenith Gods, Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians,; Their Quis, and their Ques, and their Quods, * Dhey’re ali but a parcel of Pigeons. |" Toroddle, ‘toroddle,. toroll, When methodift preachers come down, re A preaching that drinking is finful, Pll wager the rafcals a crown, ~ They always preach beft with ait s os But when you come down with your Pence, _ Fora flice of their {curvy religion, Pll leave it to all men of fenfe, Bat you, my good friend, are the Pigeon, ‘Toroddle, toruddle, “torolf, Then ‘come, pm the jorum about And let us be merry and clever, | Our hearts and our liquors are ftour, Here’s the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever. Let fome cry up woodcock or Ne ie a Your buflards, your ducks, and your widgeons :- "e But-of all the fine birds in the air,” nef Here’s a health to the Three jolly Pigeons, Toroddle, toroddle, ‘torall, Gold/mith. fe ' "PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dubin, Where the preceding Numbers can be had. ye ¥ + 334 wT, 45 re * * re A ‘ Towdy Rowdy Dow: © fe Ne ‘TITH a merry: tale Serjeants beat the drum; * Noddles full of ale, - Village lads they hum. Soldiers our go all, ~ Pamous get in ftory ; . If they chance to. fall; Don’t they fleep in glory? ‘Lawyers try, when fee’d, Juries to make pliant; If they can’t’ fucceed, Then they, hum their client { -To perfection come, ’ peer Humming all! the trade is. Ladies, lovers hum, “Lovers hum the ladies. Towdy rowdy dow, &c. Ce A A CN EH ‘Ha’n’t Britania’s fons Often humm’d Mounfeer ? ‘Ha’n’t. they humm’d the Dons ?— Let their fleets -appear— Strike they muft tho’ loth, — ‘(Ships with dollars cramm’d) ‘If they’re not humm’d’ both, ‘Then I will be. d——d. gk Towdy rowdy dow, &c. ‘His fparkling eyes were black as jet. (Sung in Blue Beard.) IS fparkling eyes were black as Chica, chica, chica, cho. ‘Can I my lovely Turk forget ?— Oh! never, never, never, no! Did he not watch ’till night did fall, And fail in filence on the fea ; Did he not clime. our fea-girr wall, To talk fo lovingly to me?— O! his f{parkling eyes, .&c. jets His lips were of the coral hue ; His téeth of ivory fo white; But he was hurried from. my view, Who gave.to me fo much delight! .And, why fhould tender lovers part! And why fhould fathers cruel be! ‘Why bid me’ banifh from my heart A heart fo full of love for.me! O! his fparkling eyes, &c. Ler ceesenenemnereenn Morning. , N the barn the tenant cock, Clofe to Partlet perch’d on high, Brifkly crows, (the fhepherd’s clock !) Jocund that the morning’s nigh. ‘Swiftly from the mountain’s brow, Shadows, nurs’d by night, retire, And the peeping fun-beam, now, Paints with gold the village fpire. Philomel forfakes the thorn, Plaintive where fhe prates all night; And the lark to meet the morn, Soars beyond the thepherd’s fight. ’ Towdy rowdy dow, -&c. LODY gi = a low-roof’d cottage ridge, See the chatt’ring fiyallows fpring ; | Darting through the one arch’d bridge, Quick fhe dips her dappled" wing. “Now the pine-tree’s waving top, Gently greets the morning gale ; -Kidlings now begin to crop Daifies on the dewy dale. > From the balmy fweets uncloy'd (Reftlefs till her tafk be done) Now the bufy bee’s employ’d Sipping dew before the fun. Trickling through the crevic’d rock, Where the limpid ftream diftils, Sweet refrethment waits the Hock, When ’tis fun-drove from the hills. Colin’s for the promis’d corn (Ere the harveft hopes are ripe) Anxious ;—whilft the huntfman’s horn, Boldly founding, drowns his pipe. Sweet—O Sweet, the warbling throng, On the white embloffom’d {pray ! Nature’s univerfal fong Echoes to the rifing day. Cunningham, “Noon. Beno on the glitt’ring flaod, Now the noontide radiance glows : Drooping o’er its infant bud, Not a dew-drop’s left the rofe. By the brook the fhepherd dines, From the fierce meridian heat, Shelter’d by the branching pines, Pendant o’er his graffy feat: Now the flock forfakes the glade, Where uncheck’d the fun-beams ‘fall ; Sure to find a pleafing fhade By the ivy’d abbey wall» - Echo in her airy round, . O’er the river, rock and hill, Cannot catch a fingle found, Save the clack of yonder mill. Cattle court the zephyr’s bland, nee Where the ftreamlet wander cool, » _ Or with languid filence fand Midway in the marfhy pool. ‘But from mountain, dell, or ftream, Not a flutt’ring zephyr fprings :- Fearful left the noontide beam ~~ Scorch ‘its foft, its filken wings, Not a leaf has leave to fiir, Nature’s lull’d,—ferene—and ftill) Quiet e’en the fhepherd’s cur, ; Sleeping on the heath-clad hill, Languid is the landfcape round, Till the freth defcending fhower, © : "Grateful to the thirfty ground, Raifes every fainting flower. Now the hill—the hedge—is green, Now the warbler’s throat’s in rune: ~~ ag Blithfome is the verdant fcene, Brighten’d by the beams of Noon! | \, ) Cunningham; | 3 PAP SPA FO e - > ¥ Evening. SER the heath the heifer ftrays J Free;—(the furrow’d tafk is done) low the village windows blaze, ‘Burnifh’d by the fetting fun. fow he fets behind the hill, | Sinking from a golden fky:) an the pencil’s mimic fkill, — ‘Copy the refulgent die? 'rudging as the ploughmen go, (To the fmvaking hamlet bound) iant-like their fhadows grow, ‘Lengthen’d o’er the level ground. There the rifing foreft {preads, hectic: for the lordly dome! 0 their night-buile airy beds, See the rooks returning home! 3 the lark by vary’d tune, “ Carols to the evening loud ; ark the mild refplendent moon, Breaking through a parted cloud ! ow the hermit Owlet peeps ‘From the barn or twifted brake ; ad the blue mift flowly creeps, j\Curling on the filver lake. | the trout in fpeckled pride, \Playful from its bofom fprings ; |) the banks, a ruffled tide. iVerges in fucceflive rings. ; ‘ lipping through the filken grafs, \O’er the path divided dale, lark the rofe complexion’d lafs_ (With her well pois’d milking pail. é cal lnnets with unnumber'd notes, And the cuckow bird with two, lining {weet their mellow throats, IBid the fetting fun adieu. Cunningham. The Cobler’s End. | Cobler there was, and he liv’d in a ftall, Which ferv’d him for parlour, for kitchen and ie halls Sn coin in his pocket, nor care in his pate, ambition had he, and no duns at his gate. | Derry down, Fe. ntented he work’d, and he thought himfelf happy, at night he could purchafe a cup of brown nappy, "d laugh then and whiftle, and fing too moft {weet, ying juft to a hair | have made both ends meet. } { : | t love, the difturber of high and.ofdow, iat fhoors at the peafant as well as the beau, I thot the poor cobler quite through the heart, fvith it had hit fome more ignoble part. | was from a cellar this archer did play, here a buxom young damfel continually lay, ir eyes fone fo bright when fhe rofe ev'ry day, nat dhe thot the poor.cobler quite over the way. “ : GL He fung, her love fongs as he fat at his work, But fhe was as hard as a‘Jew, ora Turk, ~- | Whenever he fpoke, fhe would flounce and would. eer, ee | Which put the poor cobler quite into defpair. Derry down, Te, | He took up his awl that he had in the world, And to make away with himfelf was refolv’d, | He pierc’d thro’ his body inftead of the fole ; | So the cobler he dy’d, and the bell ic did roll. Derry down, ee. And now in good will [ advife, as a friend, : | All coblers take notice of this cobler’s end. Keep your hearts out of love, fer we find by what's | That love brings us all to an end at the laft, Derry down, Sc. ® The wonderful old Man. HERE was an old man, and though ‘it’s not common, | | Yer if he faid true, he was born of a woman; | And tho’ it’s incredible, yet I’ve been told |. He was once a mere infant, but age made him old, Age made him old, age made him old, He was once a mere infant, but age made him old. 4 Whene’er he was hungry hé long'd for fome meat, And if he could get it, ’twas faid he would ear; | When thirfty, he’d drink, if you gave hima pot, And his liquor moft commonly ran down his throat. He feldom, or never, could fee without light, _ And yet I’ve been told he could hear in the night; | He has oft been awake in the day-time ’tis faid, And has fallen afleep as he lay on his. bed. *Tis reported his tongue always mov’d when he talk’d. And he ftir’d both his arms and his legs when he walkd; And hisgait was foodd, had you feen him, you'd burft, | For one leg or other would always be firft. His face was the oddeft that ever was feen, For if ’twas not wath’d it was feldom quite clean ; He fhew’d moft his teeth when he happened to grin, And his mouth ftood acrofs ’twixt his nofe and his chin. When this whimfical chap had a river'to pais, If he could not get over he’d ftay where he was 5 "Tis faid he ne’er ventured to quit the dry ground, Yet fo great was his luck that he never was drown'd. Among other ftrange things that befel this good yeoman, He was married poor foul, and his wife wasa woman And unlefs by that liar, mifs Fame, we're beguil’d, ‘We may roundly affirm he was never with child. At laft he fell fick, as old chronicles tell, And then, as folks fay, he was not very well; But what is more ftrange, in fo weaka condition, | As he could not give fees, he could get no phyfician. | What wonder he died, yet, tis faid, that his dearh, Was occafion’d at laft by the want of his breath : Bur peace to his bones which in afhes now moulder, Had he liv’d a day longer, he had been a day older. -'/ ee a A 336 Frederick and Alice. - os REDERICK leaves the land of France, FR Homewards haftes his fteps to meafure ; Carelefs cafts the parting glance) On the fcene of former pleafure ; ~ Joying in his prancing fteed, Keen to prove his untried blade, Hope's gay dreams the foldier lead Over mountain, moor, and glade. Helplefs, ruin'd, left forlorn, Lovely Alice wept alone, Mourn’d o’er love's fond contrac? torn, Hope, and peace, and honor flown. iA Mark her breaft’s convulfive throbs ! See, the tear of anguith flows! Mingling foon with burfting fobs, | Loud the laugh of frenzy rofe. Wild fhe curs’d, and wild the pray’d ; Seven long days and nights are 6’ét ; Death inity brought his aid, As the village bell ftruck four. Far from her, and far from France, Faithlels Frederick onward rides, Marking blythe the morning’s glance Mantling o’er the mountain’s fides. Heard ye not the boding found, As the tongue of yonder tower Slowly, to the hills around, Told the fourth, the fated hour ? Starts the fteed, and fnuffs the air, Yet no caufe of dread appears ; Briftles high the rider’s hair, Struck with ftrange myfterious fears, Defperate, as his terrors rife, In the fteed the fpur he hides ; From himfelf in vain he flies ; Anxious, reftlefs, on he rides. Seven long days, and feven long nights, ° Wild he wander’d, woe the while! ‘Ceafelefs care, and caufelefs fright, Urge his footfteps many a mile, Dark the feventh fad night defcends ; Rivers fwell, and rain-ftreams pour 5 While the deafening Thunder lends All the terrors of his roar. Weary, wet, and {pent with toil, Where his head fhall Frederick hide ? Where, but in yon ruin’d aifle, By the lightning’s flath defcried. To the portal dank and low, Faft his fteed the wanderer bound ; Down a ruin’d ftaircafe, flow Next his darkling way he wound. Long drear vaults before him lie! Glimmering lights are feen to glide! —‘* Bleffed Mary hear my cry ! Deign a finner’s fteps to guide |” Often loft their quivering beam, Still the lights more flow before, Till they reft their ghaftly gleam, Right againft an iron door. Thundering voices from. within, 4 Mix’d with peals of laughter, rofe ; As they fell, a folemn ftrain Lent its wild and wond’rous clofe! * Tempts not this river’s glaffy blue, - , a Pas = ee ) 3S Saaeee oe paws woke sen ae ae BALLADS axcyenr and MopEeRn, LEGENDAR IES, &e. Midft the din, he feem’d to hear Voice of friends, by death removed j;—= —Well he knew that folemn air, - ia ff "T'was the lay that Alice loved —. a Hark! for now a folemn knell tte tp Four times on the ftill night broke ; Four times, at its deaden’d{well, 5 . . "Echoes from the ruins fpoke, As the lengthen’d clangours die, Slowly ope’s the iron door! Straight a banquet met his:eye, ail But a funeral’s form it wore! : ~~ Coffins.for the feats extend; - All with black the board was {pread, Girt by parent, brother, friend, $y Long fince number’d with the dead! * Alice, in her grave clothes bound, Ghaftly {miling, points a feat ; All arofe with thundering found ; All the expected ftranger greet... High their meagre arms they wave, Wild their notes of welcome fivell ; —“ Welcome, traitor, to the grave ! “* Perjured, bid the light farewell !— | | a Tales of Wand The Fifherman. * wall From the German of Goethe. HE water rufh’d, the water {well’d, A fifherman fat nigh ; — Calm was his heart, andhe beheld His line with watchfuleye; In twain the water flows; Then, crown’d with reeds, from out the brook ‘ a . vs 4 While thus he fits with tranquil look : nig A lovely woman rofe. To him fhe fung, to him the faid, 5 — Why tempr’ft thou frem the flood, 4 By cruel arts of ‘man betray’d, * “Fair youth, my fealy brood ? ’ “ Ah! knew’ft thou how we find it fweet a ** Beneath the waves to go, ' « Thyfelf would leave the hooks deceit, *< And live with us below. Love not their fplendourin the main “ The fun and moonto lave? Look not their beams as bright again, “ Reflected on the wave? “ So cryftal, clear and bright? | i * Tempts not thy fhade, which bathes in dew, 7 “* And fhares our cool delight ?°— ; The water rufh’d, the water fwell’d, The fifherman. fat nigh ; With withfal glance the flood beheld,. And long’d the wave to try. To him fhe faid, to him the fung, The river’s guileful queen: Half in he fell, half in he fprung, And never more was feen, [Numb. 85] — CHARMS OF MELODY, STREN MEDLEY. lee EL CT TL LT A ES The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all*the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Polit cal Songs; as wellas Old Englifh, Irifh, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. 8ec.—To which will be added, a coriplete Index. ~ In the Rough Blaft heaves the Billow. Steady fhe goes, all well! JN the rough blaft heaven the Billow, A Inthe light air waves the Willow. - — SHE Britifh tar no peril knows, But fearlefs braves the angry deep, Every thing of moving kind, Varies with the veering wind: "What have I to do with thee, Lhe fhip’s his cradle of repofe, And {weetly rocks him to his fleep; He, tho’ the raging furges fivell, In his hammock, In his hammock {wings, When the fteerfman fings, “© When the fleerfman fings, Steady fhe goes, all well, all well, Steady fhe goes. ‘Dull, unjoyous Conftancy ? After fretted pouting forrow, *Sweerer is the {mile to-morrow, ‘Pafling ftill each changeful thing, Faireft is upon the wing. What have I to do with thee, Whil th in- ir yay Wiidrecs Conllaney } ile on the main-top yard he fprings, An Englifh veffel heaves in view, He afks, but fhe no letter brings From bonny Kate, he lov’d fo true ; Then fighs he for his native dell, ‘Sombre tale and fatire witty, ‘Sprightly glee and doleful ditty, Meafar’d fighs and roundelay, ~ Welcome all! but do not ftay. Yor what have I to do with thee, MDull, unjoyous Conftancy? Ah! could my faultering Tongue impart. H! could my fault’ring tongue impart The tale of woe that pains my ‘heart, "Then in vain I fhould not crave ‘Your pity for a wretched flave.. Then in vain, &c. "The injured ne’er in vain addreft ‘In plaints of woe a Briton’s breaft ; -Compaflion ever marks the-brave ; Oh! pity then your wretched flave! Paul and Virginia. The wealth-of the Cottage is Love. A BLESSING unknown to ambition and pride, iy . That fortune can never abate ; To wealth and to f{plendour, tho’ often denied, _-Yet on poverty deigns to await. “That blefling ye powers, oh! be it my lot, The choiceft beft gift from above, Deep fixed in my heart, fhall ne’er be forgot; The wealth of the cottage is love. ; Whate’er my condition why fhould I repine ? By poverty never diftrefs’d : iExulting I felc what a tredfure was mine, A treafure enfhrin’d in my breaft. Compaflion ever marks, &c. » Yet to hope he clings, To hope he clings, While the fteerfman fings, _ While the fteerfman fings,- Steady fhe goes, all well, &c. The ftorm is paft, the battle’s o’er, Nature and man repofe in peace, Then homeward bourd, on England's fhore, He hopes for joys that ne’er will ceafe ; His Kare’s fweet voice thole joys foretell, And his big heart fprings, His big heart {prings, — While the fteerfman fings, While the fteerfman: fings, Steady fhe goes, all well, &c. The kind honeft Hearne a Pay M* girl, though no fortune to offer, T’ve fomething to put on a par; 1 ‘Come heré and accept of my offer, The kind honeft heart of a Tar. Ne’er let fuch a trifle as this is, Girl, be to your pleafure a bar; You'll ‘be rich, though ’tis only in kiffes, With the kind honeft heart of a Tar. Befides, ?m none of your ninnies, The next time I come from afar, Vil bring you, your lap full of guineas, With the kind honeft heart of a Tar. I have this here to fay now, and mind it, If love, thar no hazzard can bar; That bleffing, &c. . Your feeking, you'll certainly find it. re Paul and Virginia. In the kind honeft heart of a ‘Tar. ; PUBLISHED a N°l0, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin Where the preceding Numbers can be had. 4 SS hs | 338 THE CHARMS OF MELODY. Milfs Polly Roe of Galway. i H! whence this impotence of mind ? Sure beauty, properly defin'd, To learning is a foe: My Swirts and Pores neglected lie, Nor can Be Linpa now fupply The place of Potty Roz. Young Pecc, with pendants, patches, puns, And eyes more fparkling than the fun’s, Made ev’ry botom glow : Such nymphs I priz’d for borrow’d charms, But feir the force of nature’s arms From none bu: Potty Ror. What makes me fhun that ftudious lafs, Whofe hand’s employ’d before the glafs, Love’s gentle fires to blow ? For fuch vain things why fhould I grieve, When all the grace of naked Eve Appears in Potty Reg? What pains the cautious loyer takes, Who ftill purfues, yer feldom fpeaks, His fair-one’s mind to know! To find the fecrets of her breaft, In artlefs characters exprefs’d, I look on Potty Roe. On the fmooth bofom of a ftream, W hen brighten’d by the morning beam, We fee the tkies below : Thus on her face, as cryftal clear, Enlighten’d by her eyes, appear The thoughts of Potty Roe. As,. from the fun’s enliv ning glance, A thoufand mingling colours dance Upon the fhow’ry bow : Thus glows my face with am’rous dies, Whene’er [ meet the radiant eyes Of charming Potty Roe. Some fine ones, when by mufic fpurr’d, Gamboling wild, with airs abfurd, Their uncouth geftures fhow : Well might we thank fuch awkward rakes, Would they but ape the gentle freaks Of charming Potty Roe. As from a flow’ry plant when fhook On the green margin of a brook, Its {weeteft odours flow : Thus, wak’d by mirth, athoufand graces, Unfeen before, aflume their places On charming, Potty Roe. Let thofe, whom coarfer nerves fuftain, O’er hilland dale, thro’ rough and plain, Purfue the bounding doe: Tis mine to chace a flender fair (Like Darune crown’d with golden hair,) The charming Potty Rds. For ancient lore, fome ftudious clowns, W hofe dreams are penfions, books and gowns, To foreign climates go: To me let none propofe this takk ; No proof of nature’s force I afk, But charming Potry Roe. Choofe nota full blown nymph for Mate, Who, fick with more than folftice-heat, Will pant from top to toe: If to thy bofom thou canft bring That beauteous emblem of the {pring, : The charming Potuiy Ros, Had nature, now too carelefs grown, Each year the feeds of beauty fown, Sure time would not be flow ; Since fourteen fummers could produce A plant fo fair and fit for ufe, As charming Potty Roe! Such mercy claims her tenderazge, Such blifs to melt a flubborn fage, Her beaury can beftow : What mortal would—oh! would woz ftrain The links of virtue’s golden chain, For charming Potty Roe ? Once had I with’d, and with’d thar fate W ould grant a houfe and fair efiate Befide the Seine or Po: Now greater things my Fincy fill, A mofs-grown corrage and a rill, — With charming Potty Roe. Since all our hopes of wealth or fame, Weeds fed from folly’s bubbling'ftream, Death foon or late fhall mow : Say, love! why thould thy fave refufe To quit his inrreft and his mufe,._. For charming Potty Rog? Were marriage but a-tranfient thing, Doom’d at the firft approach of {pring To melt away like fnow ; What youthful bard would not fufpend His books, his bottle, and his friend, For charming Potty Rog >? Think not, my love! a grov’ling fire, Which, fed by nothing but defire, ; Long abfence might o’erthrow : : Whate’er thy fate wed, grieve, or die, My foul fhall dwell upon thine eye, My charming Potty Rog! ~ In former days, when verfe had charms, To blefs a beauteous mortal’s arms, ‘The moon defcended low: Now mine might ancient fame furpafs, © Could I feduce a brighter lafs, Her fifter Porty Roe, In towns I ne’er can overcome ; There nymphs, like bees, in clufters hum About a rattling beau: But here, tho’ filently ] view, Kind pity falls, like Apcil-dew, From charming Potty Ros. Ah! what avails that tender tear? Behold! our friendly’ft lars appear — Regardlefs of our woe: Dullnefs! to fome fat clown of thine (So fortune wills) | muft refign My charming Porxy Roe. What have I then for all I fang ? When o’er my heart and-tunelefs tongue The nodding weeds thall grow ; My abfent foul wi'l be o’erjoy’d, That once her wit was well employ’d : On charming Porry Roe. 4 4 THE CHARMS OF MELODY. 390 The Soldier’s Return, © ht 2 DN ; X% THEN wild war’s deadly blaft was blawn, f And gentle peace returning, And eyes again with pleafure beam/d, _ That had been blear’d with mourning, I left the lines, and tented field, : _ Where lang I’d been a lodger, My humble knapfack a’’my wealth, _ A poor but honeft Soldier. Aleal light heart beat in my breaft, _ My hand unftain’d wi’ plunder ; And for fair Scotia, hame again, ' 1 cheery on did wander. 1 thought upon the banks o’ Coil, | _ I thought upon my Nancy, I thought upon her witching fmile,, _ That caught my youthtul fancy. At length I reach’d the bonny glen, _ Where early life I fperted, , IT paft the mill, and tryfting thorn, _ Where Nancy aft | courted. Wha fpied I but mine ain dear maid - Dowm by her mother’s dwelling! And turn’d me round to hide the flood That in my een was {welling. Wi?’ alter'd yoice quoth I, fweet lafs, _ Sweet as yon hawthorn bloffum, ‘O! happy, happy, may he be, _ That's deareft to thy bofom. My purfe is light, Pve far to ganp, fain wad I be thy lodger; we ferv’d my King and country lang, _ Take pity on a Soldier. | ‘Sae wiftfully fhe gaz’d on me, And lovelier grew than. ever ; Quo’ fhe, a Soldier ance | lo’ed, _ Forget him | fhall never:, . Our humble cot, and hamely fair, _. Ye freely fhall partake ir, — ‘The. gallant badge, the dear cockade, Ye’'re welcome for the fake o’t. ‘She gaz’d—fhe redden’d like a rofe— _ Syne pale like ony lily, ‘She fank within mine arms, and cried, | Art thou mine ain dear Willie? By him who made'yon fun and fky, __ By whom true love’s regarded, lam the man!—and thus may ftill True lovers be rewarded. The war’s are o’er, and I’m come hame, _ And find thee ftill true hearted ; Tho’ poor in gear, we're rich in love, ~ And mair, we’fe ne’er be parted. Quo, fhe, my grandfire left me gowd, _-A mailin’ plenifh’d fairly: Come then, my faithful Soldier lad, _ Thou’rt welcome to it dearly! For gold the merchant ploughs the main, _ The farmer ploughs the manor ; But glory is the Soldier’s prize, The Soldier’s wealth is honour !, The brave poor Soldier ne’er defpife, - Nor count him as a. ftranger ; Remember, he’s his country’s flay In day and hour of danger. = 4 wv New Tally Ho. ine hunters are up, and the ruddy fac’d mora Moft cheerful falute with the mufical horn; The ey mountains feem join’d with the ies, And the dogs yelp around as away Reynard flies. Tally ho, tally ho, fee the game is in view, The fportf{men all cry as they nimbly purfue. | The high mettled fleed fiveeps away at the found, And the hills feem to move as they fly o’er the ground, ; ; | Each’profpect is charming, all nature is gay, And promifes fport and fuccefs thro’ the day. Tally ho, tally ho, fee the game is in view, The fportfmen all cry as they nimbly purfue. The goddefs of pleafure, {weet rofy cheek’d health, Gives Joy more abundant than titles or wealth ; And appetite gives to their viands a zeft Above all the fauces by cooks ever dreft. Tally ho, tally ho, fee the game is in view, The f{portf{men all cry as they nimbly purfue. Huzza! then my boys, to the chace let’s away, _ | Nor in indolence lofe the delights of the day; From fafhion and folly we borrow no grace, But joy paints the cheek as we follow the chace. Tally ho, tally ho, fee the game is in view, | The fportfmen all cry as they nimbly purfue. Phillida and Corydon. N the merry month of May, In a morn, by break of day, Forth I walk’d by the wood-fide, When, as May was in his pride, There I fpy’d, all alone, all alone, Phillida and Corydon, Much ado there was, God wat! He would love, and fhe would not: She faid, never man was true: He faid, none was falfe to you. He faid, he had lov’d her long: She faid, love fhould have no wrong. Corydon would kifs her then: } She faid, maids muft kiifs no men | Till they did for good and all. Then fhe made the fhepherd call All the heavens to witnefs truth: Ne’er lov’d a truer youth. | Thus, with many a pretty oath, | Yea and nay, and faith and troth! ‘Such as filly fhepherd’s ufe When they will not love abufe; _ Love, which had been long deluded, | Was, with kifles fweer, concluded: _ And Phillida, with garlands gay, — Was made the lady of the May. - ) = ™ —_— oe, 340 Cornelius Agrippa’s Bloody Book. ORNELIUS AGRIPPA went out one day, His ftudy he lock’d ere he went away ; And he gave the key of the door to his wite, And charged her to keep it lock’d on her life. —‘ And if any one afk my ftudy to fee, “ I charge you tru them not with the key ; “ Whoever may beg, and intreat, and implore, “ For your life let nobody enter that door.” — There lived a young man inthe houfe, who in vain Accefs to that ftudy had ftrove to obrain, And he begg’d and pray’d the books to fee, _’ Till the foolifh woman gave him the key. On the ftudy table a book there lay, Which Agrippa himfelf had been reading that day ; «The letters were written with blood within, And the leaves were made of dead mens’ fkin. And thefe horrible leaves of mazic between Were the uglieft pictures that ever were feen 5 The likenefs of things fo foul to behold, That what they were is not fit to be told. The young man he began to read He knew not what, but he would proceed ; When there was heard a found at the door, Which, as he read on grew more and more. And more and more the knocking grew, The young man knew not what to do; But trembling in fear he fat within, — *Till the door was broke, and the Devil came in. Two hideous horns on his head he had got, Like iron heared nine times red-hot ; ‘The breath of his noftrils was brimftoné blue, And his tail like a fiery ferpent grew. —‘* What would’ft thou with me?”—the wicked ome cried, But not a word the youth replied ; Every hair on his head was ftanding upright, And his limbs, like a palfy, fhook with affright. —‘* What would’ft thou with me?”—cried the author of ill, But the wretched young man was filent ftill ; Nota word had his lips the power to fay, And his marrow feem’d to be melting away. —“ What would’ thou with me?”’—the third time, he cries, Anda flath of lightning came from his eyes ; And he lifted his griffin-claw in the air, And the young man had not ftrength for a prayer. His eyes with a furious joy were poffefs’d, As he tore the young man’s heart from his breaft : He grinn’d a horrible grin at his prey, And with claps of thunder vanifh’d away. Henceforth let all young men take heed How in a Conjurer’s book they read. Robert Southey. Fair Margaret and Sweet William. From Percy's Reliques of Ancient Emgh/h Poetry, A it fell out on a long fummer’s day, T wo lovers they fat on a hill; They fat together that long fummer’s day, And could not talk their fill. —“ I fee no harm by you, Margaret, ** And you fee none by me; ** Before to-morrow at eight o’ the clock “A rich wedding you fhall fee.”— Fair Margaret fat in her bower-window,. Combing her yellow hair; There fhe fpyed Sweet William and his: bride, As they were a riding near. — ——__- a ‘ =e BALLADS anctent anv MoDERN, LEGENDARIES, &c. P Then down fhe layd her ivory combe, And braided her hair in twain: She went alive out of her bower, But ne'er came alive in’t again, When day was gone, and night was come, And all men faft afleep, © Then came the fpirit of Fair Marg’ret, And ftood at William’s feet. 2 —“ Are you awake, Sweet William?” the faid; “Or, Sweet William, are you afleep? ** God give you joy of your gay bride-bed, ** And me of my winding theet.”— . When day was come, and night was gone, And all men wak’d from fleep, Sweet William to his lady fayd, _==“* My dear, I have caufe to weep: ‘* I dreamt a dream, my dear ladyé, * Such dreams are never good: ** T dreamt my bower was tull of red wine, ** And my bride-bed full of blood.”—_ —“ Such dreams, fuch dreams, my honoured Sir, ‘* They never do prove good ; “ To dream thy bower was full of red wine, ** And thy bride-bed full of blood,”— He called up his merry men all, By one, by two, and by three; Saying,— I'll away to Fair Marg’ret’s bower, “ By the leave of my ladyé.”— And when he cameto Fair Marg’ret’s bower, He knocked at the ring ; And who fo ready as her feven brethrén To let {weet William in. , Then he turned up the covering-fheet, — —‘* Pray let me fee the dead ; : “‘ Methinks fhe looks all pale and wan, ** She hath loft her cherry red. “I'll do more for thee, Margarét, “Than any of thy kin; . ** For Il will kifs thy pale wan lips, | ‘ ' © Though a fmile i cannot win.” — | With that befpake the feven brethrén, ; Making molt piteous mone: ——“ You may go kifs your jolly brown bride, “* And let our fifter alone.”"— “ If { do kifs my jolly brown bride, ** T do but what is right; “I ne’er made a vow to yonder poor corpfe “ By day, nor yet by night. “Deal on, deal on, my merry men all, “* Deal on your cake and your wine: * “« For whatever is dealt at her funeral to-day, “* Shall be dealt to-morrow at mine,”— Fair Margaret dyed to-day, to-day, — Sweet William dyed the morrow : Fair Margaret dyed for pure true love, Sweet William dyed for forrow, Margaret was buryed in the lower chancel, , And William in the higher: - Out of her breaft there fprang a rofe, os And out of his a briar, They grew till they grew unto the church-top, And then they could grow no higher; And there they tyed in a true lover’s knot, - 3 Which made all the people admire. Then came the clerk of the parith, ‘ie As you the truth fhall hear, ; And by misfortune cut them down, Or they had now been there. P * Alluding to the Dole anciently given at funerals. # - ; . i IDST rocks and ‘quickfands have we fteer’d, . And dares to \ - } O . in 1% 5 " b ; i 4 y fs ' i . a a Jf 4 ht ” i Ks mt Shad y 4 yy * ty goo The S OF MELO] eRe NOE DL EK. + Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language, . worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanallan, Humorous, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englith, [rith, Ben of Sheernefs. «A S honeft Ben, the tar, returning | From many a toil and’ hard{hip paft, For England’s fame his bofom burning, — His wounds well earn’d in fetvice fcorning, Beholds his joy, his home at laft. But woe the day and fad the hearing, _, To view his country’s glory gone, To fee his friends from honour yeering, Rebellion’s, fhamelefs flandard rearing, -And find his fhipmates they were one. This flag that once in firm affinance _.England’s proud triumphs nobly bore, Difhonour'd mow, claims no alliance, ‘Bur faithlefs waves in vile defiance, threat its native dhore. } f ““ If truth,” cry’d Ben, “ be all a notion, And thefe the ‘days I’ve liv’d to fee, Why, honeft {hipmates, burn the ocean, And may this grog, a failor’s potion, Be the laft drop to you and me.” “ And Sal, when Saleand d are parted, This fhameful day, which I -fhall rue, Tho’? midft thofe tears a blufh be ftarted, To think that tars prove traitor-hearted, While landfmen turn out good and true.” 4 Poor little Sailor Boy. t Rude fiorms and torrents brav’d, fir ; "The battle’s raze, nor death we fear’d, pn * : i Rs \ - / Where the precéding Numbers can be had. We conquer'd—then we fav'd, fir: “In diftant climes old England’s foe Did every where annoy ; "Then, mefimate-like, fome pity thew »| To a poor little failor-boy. Firft’for our king and laws we fight, Next for our trade and ‘beauty ; ' Thofe to protect. is our delight, - Our pride, our boaft, our duty ; . Then now relieve a haplefs tar, Nor’ pity’s claim’ deitroy ; “Thus wreck’d am I, be you a ftar To thepoor little failor-boy. Coy Seotch and Gerrnan Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &e. ee ‘With love for the fair one, BEDFORD-ROW, To which will be added, a complete Index. e Tite enema oP IFE let us cherifh, while yet the taper glows, And the freth flowret pluck ere it clofe. | ” Why are we fond of toil and care, Why choofe the rankling thorn to. wear, . And heedlefs by the lily ftray, Which bloffloms in our way ? When clouds obfcure the atmofphere, And forked lighr’nings rend the air, The fun refumes his filver crett, And {miles adown the weft. And : heedlefs, &e. The genial feafons foon are o’er, Then let us, e’ér ve quit this fhore, | Contentment feek, it is life’s zeéft, The funfhine of the breaft. Away with every toil and care, And ceafe the rankling thorn to wear, With manful hearts life’s conflict meet, Till death founds the retreat. | No, my Love, no, | OWN I was captured by ‘Emily’s beauty, I own I have bow’d at a miftreffés fhrine ; In vain did I ftrive to.return to my duty, And bring back a heart which fhould ever be thine ; When beauty invited, refift it how could J? How fly from attraction fo pleafing fo new ! I could not be true, if I could’ not—how could Ti? 1 could not unlefs I could, could ‘I, could you, &c. my heart no.more burning, Difgufted with pleafure the fenfe alone knows, Have [-quitted my miftrefs—and homeward re- ' turning, Now come inthe arms of my wife’ to repofe: Then fpoil not .by frowning, your features my Fanny, Rates Forgive me—sfor ever, moft conftant, moft true? Will 1 be if Ican—lIf I cannot how can 1? 1 cannor unlefs L-can—can,! ?. can you ? Dublin, — r _ * —e C—O OO ee ee _ = a aa Fe ee : , . 7 ’ 7 aid 342 - ‘THE CHARMS OF MELODY. — oJ y . The Point. The Irifh Phantafmagoria. Tune,—! will tell jou what, Friend. | ERE am I, with my Phantafmagoria fo bright, ; a Sing farinina, fing farininee 5 CX INCE at laft I am free, No {pe¢tre I'll fhew you, or ugly fprite, - Contented [ll be, O’er briars barefooted to go;. . Or loft in the rain, Upon Sal’{bury plain, Or left without cloaths in the fnow. Sing tarinina, fing farininee ; Believe me, it’s only in hopes to pleafe you, By That I bring fome invifible fpirits to view, — And fing chick a chee ooralee la fal de ral da. Father M‘Shane was holy and aah. es Or if thould h Sing farinina, fing farininee; CH Top -of Peale Chae He fprinkled my forehead and chriften'd me Par, Fhe hotteft day, juft about noon, 4 Sing farinina, fing, feriminee gy eta. i nakackal And he faid to my parents you ugly old pair, r Ah, how could you get fuch a-beautiful heir. . he igs so eat wag With my chick a chee, &c, I'd whiftle off pain with a tune. For now [ am free, When a child I was fofter'd at Ballynabeg, No low fpirits for me, — - | Sing farinina, fing farininee ; 1 laugh at all crofles [ find ; As big as the fhell juft come out ofanegg, . I think as I pleafe, Sing farinina, fing farininee ; And reflect. at my eafe, Of fairies and banfhees my old nurfe woud tell, For Liberty lies in the mind, : Till [ almoft was frighten’d back into the fhell. With my chick a chee, &c. To my Fancy | live, | And what fancy can give, Grown older, fays I, neyer make fuch a noife, I enjoy, tho! it is but a dream ; » Sing farinina, fing farininee 5 Obferve the world through, ~~ - About nonfenfe, fit only for women and boys, ; Do others purfue “ nein Sing farinina, fing farininee ; Aught elfe than a fanciful {cheme ? Yet, that fpirits exifted, I learnt to agree, And the fpirit of whiikey’s the fpiric for me. - Some fancy the Court, * With my chick a chee, &c. Some fancy Field-fport, The chafe of a Beauty fome choofe ; I’ve heard of the fpirit of contradiction, The Topers with Wine, ; Sing farinina, fing farininee 5 The Mifers with Coin, And when I got married I found it no fiction, And Poets are pleas’d with their Mufe. eS Sing farinina, fing farininee 3 My poor wife had a fpirit, indeed it’s no fham, » La Mancha’s mad Knight, ; It appear’d every night in the fhape of a dram. With Wind-mills wou’d fight, With my chick a chee, &c. aoe ee re oa eeu , | All good fpirits atrend ata good fpirir’s call, . And with projects fo vain, | Sing farinina, fing jarininees_ Each fneers at the fchemes of the reft. For the mifer has got no fpirit at all, _ Sing farinina, fing farininee 5 The fpirit of phyfic kilis many an elf, ‘ And the fpirit of love is the devil irfelf With my chick a chee, &c,_ : This Extravagancy On Folly or Fancy, Appears to be rather too long; With fomething that’s fhrewd, a . bith to. conten: * May the fpirit of Soe " Europe invade, ‘ Epi ) , ping farinina, fing farininee ; And spake: His) an Epigtatn/S0ng And the fpirit of Gansreecd lend fpirit 4 trade, 1 Titeicpnice te panthl end) : __ Sing farinina, fing farininee ; On a Point»I depend, May the fpitit of Difcord and inmity ceafe, a And like a ftaunch Pointer I'll ftand ; And no black {pirit lay the whire fpirit of Peace. I appoint you to fing, With my. Chick 8 AOR R: *. Af 1 appoint you to ring, And’a Scotch Pint of Claret command. ee he Huntfman. G, A. Stevens. é HE world may go hunting for money r fame, nL Let ’em choofe which they will, ’tisto me all the fame, " Tantivy, hark forward, IO! : , I hunt wealth while | follow the fox and the hare; Arm, arm, the generous Britons cry. | The death gives me life, while 1 banith dull care, _ With 1O! tantivy 1O! . RM, arm, the generous Britons cry, Let us live free, or Jet _us die ; Let folks, falfe to Honour, run down a good name, ‘Yrumpets founding; banners flying, And of tears from the beauty they’ve blighted make Braving tyrants, Chains defying : Y game, VS ae Arm, arm, the generous Britons cry, Tantivy, hark forward, IO} 2 Let us live free, or let us die; Of deeds fo ignoble | never will brag, . a Liberty! Liberty ! No tears I delight in but thofe of the tag, ¥ Liberty! Liberty ! . _ > While L follow tantivy, LO! - | 4 XN bi John O’Badenyon.. “% X ZHEN firft I came to be a man, © ae Of twenty years or feos. 3 134! T thought myfelf a handfome youth, . And fain the world would know ; ‘Tn beft attire I ftepe abroad, With fpirits brifk and gay, And here and there, and ev’ry where, ~ Was like a morn in:May. No cate I had, nor fear of want, But rambled up and down, | And for a beau I might have pafs’d, _ In country or in town; Tftill was pleas’d where’er I went, And when [ was alone, I tun’d my pipe, and pleas’d myfell ~ WY John O’Badenyon. Now inthe days of youthful prime, _ A miftrefs I mutt find; For love they fay, gives one an air, _ And e’en improves the mind : ‘On Phillis fair, above the reft, _~ Kind fortune fix’d my eyes, ‘Her piercing beauty flruck my heart, _ And fhe became my choice: ‘To Cupid then, with hearty pray’r, _ Toffer’d many vow, And danc’d, and fung, and figh’d and {wore, _ As other lovers do: But when-at laf I breath’d my flame, ~~ I found her cold as ftone ; Tieft the girl, and tun’d my pip - Yo John of Badenyon. When love had thus my heart beguil’d, _ With foolifh hopes and vain, To friendfhip’s port J fteer'd my courte, ~ And laugh’d at lovers’ pain, ‘A friend I got by lucky chance, "Twas fomething like divine ; An honeft friend’s.a precious gift, And fuch a gift was mine: And now whatever might betide, - Ahappy man was I, In any firait I knew to whom I freely might apply: . A ftrair foon came, my friend I try’d, He laugh’dand fpurn’d my moan: Thy’d me home, and pleas’d myfelf ~ With John of Badenyon. I thought I fhould be wifer next, fe. And. would a patriot turn; ~ Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes, - And cry up Parfon Horne: | ‘Their noble f{piric I admir’d, _ And prais’d their manly zeal, Ro had with flaming tongue and pen, _ Maintain’d the public weal ; But ’ere a month or two was paft, I found myfelf betray’d ;_ *T was felf and party after all, For all the ftir they made. “At Jaft 1 faw thefe faQiious knaves Infultthe very throne ; Icurs’d them all, and tun’d my pipe _ To John of Badenyon. What next to do I mus’d awhile, Still hoping to fucceed, I pitch’d on books for company, And gravely try’d to-read ; T bought and borrow’d ev'ry where, And ftudy’d night and: day ; Nor mift what dean or docior wrote, . That happen’d in my way : (“ss 99 40 e THE SCHARMS OF MELODY. ae ge BAR ¥ Philofophy I now efteem’d a The ornament of youth, ~ rae And carefully, thro’ many a page, I hunted after truth: : A thoufand various {chemes I try’d, And yet was pleas’d with none: I threw them by, and tun’d my pipe To John of Badenyon, And now, ye youngfters, every where, . Who want to make a fhew, _ Take heed in time, nor vainly hope For happinefs below ; ° What you may fancy pleafure here, Is buran empty name;) 3 For girls, and friends, and books are fo, You'll find them all the fame. Then be advis’d, and warning take, From fuch a man as me ; I’m neither Pope nor Cardinal, Nor one of low degree, You'll find difpleafure evry where : Then do as Ivhave done, E’en tune your pipe, and pleafe yourfelt: With John of Badenyon. os ee eae at Rule, Britannia. - THEN Britain, firft, at Heav’n’s command, Arofe from out the azure main, Arofe from:out the azure main, This was the charter—the charter of the land, And guardian angels fung this ftrain. Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, Britons never fhall be flaves. The nations not fo bleft as thee Muft, in their turns, to tyrants fall ; Muft, in their turns, to tyrants fall ; Whilft thou fhalr flourifh—fhalt flourith great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Rule, Britannia, &c. Still more majeftic fhalt thou rife, More dreadful, from each foreign ftroke 3 More dreadful, from each foreign ftroke ; As the loud blaft thar—loud blaft that tears the fkies, Serve but to root the native oak. Rule, Britannia, &c. Thee haughty tyrants ne’er fhall tame: All their attempts to bend thee down, All their attempts to bend thee down, Will but aroufe thy—aroufe thy gen’rous flame, But work their woe and thy renown. Rule, Britannia, &c. “ To thee belongs the rural reign ; Thy cities fhall with commerce fhine ; Thy cities fhall with commerce fhine; And hint {hall be the—fhall be the fubject main; And ew’ry fhore it circles, thine. Rule, Britannia, &c. The mufes, ftill with freedom’ found, Shall to thy happy coafts repatr : Shall to thy happy coafis repair: Bleft ifle? with matchlefs—with matchiels beauty crown’d, And manly hearts to guard the fair. Rule, Britannia, &c. e \ 544 BALLADS ancient Av MopeRN, LEGENDARIES, &. : Courteous King Jamie., ’ t By M.G, Lewis, Efgr. . : : OURTEOUS King Jamie is gone to the wood, -]) The fatteft buck to find ; He chafed the deer, and he chaiad the roe, Till his friends were left behind. He hunted over mofs and moor, And over hill and down, Till he came to a ruined hunting hall. Was feven miles from a town, He entered up the hunting hall, To make him goodly cheer, For of all the herds in the good green-wood, He had flain the faireft deer. He fat him down, -svith food and reft . ~ His courage to reflore ; Whena rifing wind was heard to, figh, And an cere ee rock’d the floor. And darknefs cover’d the hunting-hall, Where he fat all at -his meat ; The grey dogs howling left their food, And crept to Jamie’s feet. And louder howl’d the rifing ftorm, And burft the faften’d door, And in there came a grifly Ghoft, , » Loud ftamping on the floor, ~ Her head touch’d the roof-tree of the houfe, Her waift a child could fpan ; 1 wot, the look of her hollow eye Would have feared the braveft man, Her locks were like fnakes, and her teeth like flakes, And her breath had a brimftone {mell ; I nothing know that fhe feem’d to be, ~ But the Devil juft come from Hell! ~~‘ Some meat! fome meat! King zg Jamie, ‘ ‘“ Some meat now give to me; of —‘ And to what meat in this Ane re ‘¢ Shall ye not welcome be ?”— —‘ Oh! -ye maft kill your sie brown feed, ** And ferve him up to me!” King Jamie has kil d his berry-brown fteed, Though it canfed him mickle care ; The Ghoft eat him up both fleth and bone, And left nothing but hoofs and hair, —“‘ More meat! more meat ! King Jamie, ** More meat now give to me ;’— ——“‘ And to what meat in this houfe, lady, ** Shall ye not welcome be ?”— —‘ Oh! ve mnft kill your good grey-hounds, “ They'll tafte moft daintily.’— x a le | | The Ghoft eat them all up one by brie So he laid him by the'foul thing” s fide, nif vt King Teac has Kill’d his good grey- bounty Though it made his heart to fail ; And left nothings but cars _ er ths if4* ert iy Oe 20h he A Sah % we. Reed ol —“A bed! a bed! King Jamie, : ~ Now make a bed for me !”— ef —* And to what bed in this houfe, lady, «¢ Shall ye not welcome be ??— { — Oh! ye muft pull the heather fo. green, *¢ And make a foft bed for me. "ae is me King Jamie has pull d the heather ihe green, A And made for the Ghoft a bed, sa acl And over the heather, with courtely fare,” oe His plaid had he.daintily fpread: © ga ays , —‘* Now fwear, now v fwear! King Jonnie, “To take me fer your bride;” i 4 —‘* Now heaven forbid Pa Kite Jamie faid, 2 *« That ever the like! betide, «© That the devil {6 foul, juftcome from Hell, “ ” 4 os Shouls ee him t oy my, fide.”-— . 4 * : b 3 aff . ¥ —‘ Now fye! now ‘tye! Kitig Jamie, “ I {wear by the holy tree, are “Tam no devil, or evil thing, >> . a Hawevss foul I be. k s «Then yield! then yield! King. tar kel : ‘* And take my bridegroom’s place, A © For fhame fhall light on the'daftard “knight » “« Who refufes a lady’s' grace. a 4 “A Then quoth King Jamie, with a‘groan, For his heart was big with care, aid — It thall never be faid, that' re. Jamie He oA * Denied a lady’ $ prayer. — : n And piteoufly he moan’d; ‘ She prefs’d his hand, and lis fhudder'd! She kifs’d his lips, and he groan’d! ~ . a “When day was come, and’ bishis was! tbe, ieee » And the fun {hone through the hall; . The faireft lady that ever was féeen, Lay between him and the wall. —“Oh! well isme!” King Jamie cried, ‘How long will your beauty flay ??— i Then out and fpake that lady fair, : —‘“ Een till my dying day. sae a FR “ For I was witch’d toa ghaftly hale, | “ All by my ftep-dame’s fkill ; nee,” “ Tijl Lcould light on a courteous knight, “* Who would ler me have’ all my’ will’ ae 4 a a : $3 ; oa THE CHARMS OF MELODY, - STREN MED EF’. Pe FS ee a ‘ ; The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one.Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs,ancient and modern, worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Songs; as well as Old Englith, Irith, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c.—To which wi 7 ‘Faithful Mary. i | Air,—Dibdin’s Sailor's Fournal. a HE deck was clear’d, the gallant band a Of Britith, tars each other cheering ; Each kindly thook his mefimate’s hand, ' With hearts refolv’d, nor danger! fearing : Ben Block turn’d pale, yet ‘twas not fear, ___ Ben thought he had beheld fome fairy, When on the deck he faw appear, ' In feaman’s drefs, his faithful Mary. “Her cheek affum’d a crimfon glow, _. Yet fuch for love her noble daring, No pray’rs could keep her down below, __ With Ben fhe'd flay, all perils fharing. “When cruel fate ordain’d it fo, s _ Ere Ben had time to fay how fare ye! An envious ball cenvey’d the blow, ee ' That clos’d in death the eyes of Mary, — ‘Ben’s arms receiv'’d the falling fair, Grief, rage, and love, his bofom tearing “His eyes reflecting wild defpair, _. No more for life or fafety caring,— "Clofe came the foe. Ben madly cry’d, _ “ Ye adverfe pow’rs cume on, I dare ye!” “Then, {pringing from the veffel’s fide, Rauth'd on thé foe, and dy’d for Mary. : “.. Blue-ey’d Sue. “ff XN Richmond Green, as Fame once told, - A lovely female dwell’d: “Her worth was pri2z’d far more than gold; > All milkmaids fhe excell’d: “With modeft charms and blooming face, . The tint of nature’s hue, She tripp’'d along with artlefs grace ; - *Twas charming Blue-ey’d Sue. ‘Qn fimple drefs the damfel trudg’d Each morn the village round; — “Her milk fhe cry’d, no toil begrudg’d; - Melodious was the found, ‘When glimmering eve approach’d her cot, _ Her duty well fhe knew ; ‘Wer humble ftate fhe ne’er forgor ; . Content was Blue-ey’d Sue. 1 Young Lubin was.a comely fwain, The pride of ruftic joy, ‘He woo'd the maid, her love to gain; She bluth’d, and was molt coy? Her rural life was furely -bleft, For Lubin’s vows prov’d true; His happy Bride, by all confeit, , Was charming Biue-ey’d Sue, in the Englith Language, Humorous, Sea, and Political ll} be added, a complete Index. , Baudy Legged Bridget. AN OST would yoa do with me? I can go ne further ? You'll kill me downright, and that will be murder ; And faith if you kill me, againft you Vl {wear My life, and they’ll hang you; fo pry’thee take care, You put me all intd a fume and a fidget ; What would you do with poor bandy-legged Bridget? O poor Bridget! bandy-legged Bridger! Hop and go forward, poor bandy-legged Bridget. Do you fancy I’m rich, and expect a great plunder? Where fhould poor people get money, I.wonder ? In thefe times we fearce can dine, breakfaft, or {ups For you know the monopolifts eat us all up; Which puts me all into a. fume and a fidget ; What will they do with poor bandy-legged Bridget 2. O poor, &c. 9 To gallantry haply this ftép has ee | And you've fome bafe defign on my haplefs virginity : But tho you’ve a colt’s tooth, it is fit tobe faid, Phat I’ve fearcely got'a tooth left in my head ; Which puts me all into a fume and a fidget ; Ican bark but not bite, poor bandy-legged Bridger! O poor, &c. Poor, wrinkled, and old, of me what can you make ?’ Then on an old woman compaffion pray take; For if you ‘{cape hanging, and live you rude elf! Till my old age you’ll be an old woman yourfelf, Then do put me out of my firme and my fidget, Poor rickety ! crickety ! bandy-legged Bridget { O poor, &c, | Do you hear, Brother Sportfman. O you hear, brother fportiman, the found of the horn, And yer the {weer pleafure decline ? " e . For fhame, roufe your fenfes, and e’er it be morn, With me the {weet melody join, Thro’ the wood and the valley, How the traitor we'll rally, Nor quit him till pamfng he lies, While hounds in full cry, Thro’ hedges fhall fly, And chace the fwift hare till he dies. Then faddle your fteed, to the meadows and fields, Both willing and joyous repair ; No paftime in life greater happinefs yields, Than chacing the fox or the hair. Such comforts my friend} On the fportfman attend, No pleafare like hunting is found; For when it is o'er, _ As brifk as before, ‘Next morning we fpurn up the ground. a RPUBLIS HE D.at N°-10, BEDFORD ROW, Dublin, “ Where the preceding Numbers can be had, ‘oe 346 oY have you feen- my-Atabelj—~ et The Caledonian Maid; Or heard the youths of Scotia tell ? Where Arabel is, Rzayed pyr ome The damfél is off ‘Angel’ mein, i f\ ot With fad and dawacath_efes's EK The fhepherds call her forrow’s queen, So penfively fhe fighs. But why thofe fighs fowfadly fw ell, + Or why her tears fo flow > - In vain theyprefsthe-—lovely- girl, The innate caufe to. know ; Ere reafon formed ber tender mind, The virgin.learned_to_lave, Com paflion taught. her to be kind, Deceit fhe was above: hm Oe And had not wat’s ives" dive Forbid the nuptial, bands, Ere now had Sandy been her choice, . And Hymen joined their hands ; But fince the fword of war ts fheath’d, And peace ‘tefumes her charms, My ev ry joy is now peace ‘To Arabella’s arms. a hes Matron’ s, With. HEN my locks are grown hoary, ‘and my vie, fage looks pale, Wilken my foréhead has w rinkles, and mine eye-fi fight i -does fait, May my ‘words - ahd mine Gaions be free from ally harm, May I have a goodshufband to keep my back warm. Othe pieafures of youth, they are Row; rs but of, | May; . Our life’s but. a appar, our bodies but clay, : Yer let-me live well, tho’ 1, live but a day." With a fermmon on Sunday, and a Bible of good print 5 ; With a pot on the fire, and good viands int; — With ale, baer, and tbrandy; both’ WeRTIFRE and pee mer, . ‘To drink to: aa gollip, and be, pledgia by my cum- The. pa pa of, ic, With pigs: cand with poultry, and fome money in ftore To-purchafe the-needful; and to give ‘to~the poot ; With a bottle-of Canary, to fip without fin, And to comfort my daughter whene’er fhe lies. in. The pleafures of, Ge: With a bed foft.and-eafy to reft on at sah With-a maid-in the morning to rife:with the light, To do her work .neatly, and obey my defire, . To make the honfe clean, and biow up the fire. The pleafures of; ae With health and cinent and a good eafy chair; With a thick hood and mantle, when I ride on my mare, Let me dwell near my cupboard, and far from my ' foes, With a paie of glafs aC to clap on my’ nofe, The pleafures' of, And when I am dead, with.a figh let them fay, Our honeft old cummer’s now’ laid in the clay: When young, fhe was cheerful, no fcold, nor no whore ; She affifted her neighbours, | and gaye to she poor. Tho’the flow'r of ae ‘youth: in her age did —~ deca ays ~ Tho’ her life iat a vapour svar hihi away, She liv’d well and happy unto her laft. day, py And ready to. do more: =~» ‘ =. i = ie. \aan ~ eee a ae ctiit | ae. ‘What cheer, my H Meffinates, “cheer, my “honeft mefiimares, You’re welcome all on fhore, We’ ve done ‘our duty bravely, Pe We mount up a cliff, we hazard rhe mine, 4 ~ And we laugh ‘at the urbulent feay® - a Our king to defend by fea and by land, Our laws and liberty. What e’er’ we ‘afe commanded, ° ‘With courage we obey, ox And when our foes ‘are bafhfal, “We ‘beckon them’ to ftay ~. We mount up a ali 5 we hazard the mine, And we laugh at the turbulent: fea, 7 Our king: to “defend, Se. 58 le , ae Athyn * ‘When we are on the top- smaft,. - We {py a fail’in view, * Then fire an eighteen-pounder, In hafte:to bring ‘her too ; EGTA f No canvas we fpare ‘but quickly come ea In fpite of the turbulent fea, For out king we'll defend, &e, PD => x ‘ ee: | b Now monifieurs off are Rtealing, _ Like maggots | ina nut, | We feorn fich idle dealing, So down, we beartfuil-but:..¢ 7* 09>. 1 is 948 ‘No canvas we fpare, but tip “em a cheery, : { And a prize he’s fure to be,. OK ! For. our. king we? ‘lh defend, &e. On fhore we want no forming, _ hua ' We're one united band, et ee The word being giv’n iy forming, Nae +y - We fall:to cutlafs in hand: : noes We mount up.a cliff,.we, hazard a mine, , And we, laugh at the turbulent fea, ~ Our ‘king to defend, rc. At home ourspeace eae) ¥ . ‘ O may he-happy reign,” E stinterlat Sa A confort fo deferving, eda eary ' Will well that peace maintain: ' While doing his beft, O may he be bet With a royal progeny, .. This ifle to defend, wnto ota world’s end, Our laws and* Tiberry... Do you ‘fee’ asa Seaman, &e. O you fee as a desire? Pll heave off A bit of a fong in my way;) 9 * # Bur if you don’t like ir, ll leave off, I foon can my. finging belay. ~ ) An odd lingo. muficianers write-in Concerning flats, fharps, and all dark af We failors are fharp in our fighting, 4 And as to the French, they are flat. Italians may polifh your ears”. _ With: folos and fuch fort of: tunes ; But Heart of Oak fong is three cheers: ’Twas fet toithe found of our guns, With Monfieurs our: mufic does wonders ; Our bombs and broadfides. ferenading ; Our organs are twenty-four-pounders : re The concert a briik cannonading, With Seainders we gave ’em the vapours ;' . At Hawke like parch’d peas’ they have nip’ ‘ JAt Quebec ’ twas we made ’ém cur capers; ; .~ At Martinico they all are anfhipp’d, ye ‘Such harmony we tars delight in, : ~ ?'Pis our paftime wherever we Come” ; “if Since abroad we've kept time in our Mekcing: | Let’s all keep in tune Lads at home. 3 = 4 or 7 : r tad TA oe whe at the ‘Ope. eetenbyie) Hoh pea ; AT Wapping I landed, and call’d’to “hail Mooi ° She had jufi fhap’d her conrfe to the ‘play, _Of-two rums and waiter J order’d my grog, And to fpeak her foon ftood under way ;" Bat the Haymarker | for old: Drury ee Like a lubber fo raw and fo foft, ~Halfa George handed out, at the Recs did not ake Mann‘d the ratlines, and went up aloft. ‘As I mounted to one of the uppermoft 'tiers, = _ With many a coxcomb and flirt,’ Such a damnable fqualling - faluted my ‘eats, - L thought ther’d been: fomebody_ hurt + But. the devil a bit, twas your outlandifh rips, Singing out with their lanthorns of jaws 5 “You'd a fwore you’d been taking of one-of the, rips, - *Mongt the Caffrees, or wild. Catabaws. Wha’ the play, ’} ‘Ma’ am o fays I, toa good: ‘nathe'd tit. PThe ping! tis the a. you quiz. ‘My..timbers! cried I, the right name on’t oe ve hit, ~ for the devil.ofi an:uproar it is; ~., For they pipe and they {queel; now alow, now sok 5 _. If it wan’e.for the. petticoat, geer, With their fqueaking.f9 molly: ith, tender and fofr, One fhould tcarcely know Ma’am from Mounfeer. Next at kicking and dancing they took a long see ., Alb fpringing and bouncing:{o near, a ‘And {pecially one curious Madamofelle, Oh! the daintily handled. her feet; fo queer, .. ~ *Twas, you fee, rather aaah to me, And fo I fang out, pray be decent, my ont Confider. Pm, jut come fromn.fea.. Ai. °Tan't an Engl ifhman’s tafte to have none eof thefe : PL BOES, So away to, the-playhoufe Vl jog, 2 ‘Leaving all our fine Bantams, and ma’am Parifoes,. For. old Billy mpektorar and Mog; =. “So I made the theatre, and hail’d my dear fpoute, ~ She {mil’d as fhe Ge: me approach ; And w hen Ld: {hook hands, and. faluted: “her Bieta : . We to Wapping fet fail in ‘a coach. Dibdin. Our ear’ Native Home. FT wealth and ambition “will tempt us to dare | ; Ail the toils, all the perils thar mortals can bear, | Bur-the igh of remembrance wherey er, we roam, | Will fancy waft back to our dear native, ‘home. “Tho? rade the clime and tho’ Aaenble the cart, > “The early idea is never forgot, “And the figh of remembrance wherever we roam, | Will fancy waft back to ‘our dear’ native home. Ere around the big Oak. ee RE around the huge oak, that o’ér fhadows yon | s mill, The fond ivy had. dar’d | to. entwine; Pie the chureh Was a ruin that nods on the hil, Or a took buile his’ neft on the: pine. “Could 1 trace back the time.. ie a far- diftant date, », When my forefathers toil’d in this field’: And the farm I now hold on yout honour’s ds the fame that my grandfather til’a. ate, “He dying, bequeath’d. to his fon a good name, >> Whichounfully’d, defcended to: me; fhame ; f And it full flores" ‘a: Spot’ Giails be feeisee ee os a , Gatanets ORMELODW: ox TAR PAARL HR VOSA mE | es aly Paddy a Piper. Bat the hopp’d, and the fprawl’d and the sine round. Ir | & e = © Ay And then fuch fweer ae he blew, 1. ‘When Fair Siafans z rat And to féarwrent my -fortune to mend ; Her foft {welling befom:beat hard to and fro, W hen fhe loft. both her lover and her EPs | Fare thee well, Tom, the cry’d, and bid me adieu, While the tears rain’d in fhow’rs from her eyes; ET fail’d fall of grief to join the fhip’s crew, While loud waves to my forrow ‘replies. 3872 HEN fair Sofan I left witha heart full of woe, ‘The winds they blew hard, and the fea’ gan to roar, 4 While blue lightning around us did flafh; I thought on my Sufan and wifh’d me on ieee __ Scil the waves moft tremendous did dah ; ‘At length a leak fprung, all hands call’d'on deck, |; In vain ev'ry art try’d to fave: I fwam ona plank and. efcap’d. from the w nites j The reft met a watery grave. @ & Kind fortune thus having preferved my life, Yo my Sufan I thought I would go; wife 2 But my*hopes ey were chang’d into woe: loft _ And Thomas her lover was no more; She died’as a rofe when‘nipt by the froft, ; And I live ae lofs to ae pees eae HEN I wasa boy i in my father’s mud edifice, Tender and bare as a pig in a flye, (Out at the door as I. looked with a fleady phiz Who but Pat Murphy.the Piper came by? r Says I, I can’t tell, for I never did try : ' He told’ me that he hada charm, To make the pipes prettily {peak, Then {quéez’d a bag under his arm, And iweetly they fet up a f{queak ; With a faralla eral loo, . handled the drone, ep what joy'l Ahould meet with my ae abfent | For the news reach’d her ears, that the thip i it was | ‘Says Paddy—but few play this mufic, can you eye i och! hone! how he . ‘And then fich fweer mufic ae blew, ’twould have. | melted the heart of ay ttone, v our pipe, faysI, Paddy, fo neatly comes over me, |) Naked vl wander wherever it blows; - | And if my father fhou! d try to recover me, _ Sure it wont be by defcribing my clothes, The mufic | hear now, takes hold of my ear now,, And leads me all. over the world by the nofe. So I follow’d his bag-pipe fo. fweer, : And‘fung,‘as I leap’d like a noe Nee Adieu to my family feat, So pleafantl y lded! in a bog, 4 With my faralla laraila loo, how fweetly he handled the drone, melted the heart of a fone: would have’: Full five years I foll ow’'d him, nothing could fide ; us, 1 And {i ie from ‘a BH abe ina river juft Hees ‘Use -, Soufe to the bottom, joft like a blind pu p> I roar’d out,.and I bawld out, and luftily cal’d our, O Paddy, my triend, don’t you mean to come up? He was dead as anathin a door, Poor Paddy was laid on the fhelf, So, 1 took up I go, afford, my life, adieu! © "THE CHARMS'OF MELODY, 7 The Soldier’s ‘Adieu. iy ; _.f\ DIEU! adieu! my only life, — My honour calls me from: thee! Remember thou’rt a foldier’s wifey .. x, _ Thofe séars but ill become thee. > What though by duty Lam eall’d Where. thund’ring cannons zattle, » Where valour's felf might ftand appal’d, When on the wings of thy ae oie, To heav’n above » ° Thy fervent orifons are flown: 7 Thy- tender ‘pray’r sn ~ Thou purft. up there, . Shall call a guardian angel down, ~— .To watch me. in me battle. we > ‘ ve ‘ th ae ee) ia My. fafety thy fair truth fhall bes As fword and buckler ferving ; * yn My life fhall be more dear to me, . Becaufe of thy preferving, Bex oad Let peril come, let horror threat, © 9, © * Let thund’ring cannons rattle, “ I fearlefs feek the conflidt’s heat, ~ Aflurd, when on the wings of love, . To heav’n above, &c. eGen - f Enough with that benignant f{mile, . Some kindred god infpir'd’ thee, Vs Who faw thy bofom void of guile, . Who wonder’d and admird thee: 7 Tho’ thund’ring cannons rattle; ~~ Tho’murd’ring carnage ftalks in view, - When on the. wings of thy true loye, ' ‘To heav’n above, &c. * On Entick’s Green ‘Meadows. . - PDs ys , N Entick’s green meadows where innocence reigns, CT yg oa Where pleafures iport freely and plenty prefide, I romp’d withthe maidens and pretty young fwaing; And Ralph fancied foon he fhould call me his bride, When | firfi heard thedrum with a rew dow dow, Its mufic was fweeter than fofr ferenade, . ; [ fcorn’d ail the fwains-for the row dowdow 3) And | figh’d for the Captain with a fmart cockade, i ‘ The firft Ie’er faw he march’d over our gteen, His men ali behind him by two and by two, Such a fight in our village had never been feen, © ~ * The men‘all in ranks were drawn up to our view. When I firt heard the drum witha row dow dow, Young Cupid awaken’d fuch a baftle he made, _ My heart beat a match, with a row dow dow, ° a And went o’er to the Captain with a fmart edekade. - My face took his fancy, he {wore at my feet : | All his laurels he’d lay if I'd give him my hand; 7 No maidc ould refufe a young lover fo fweer, ~~ 9 “To the church then I march‘d at theavord of com- mand. ” a ea ae Now I follow the drum with a row dow dow, ie Nore’er have repented the vow tharI made, ~ 4 No mnific to-me like rhe row dow dow, ©- += 4 9 Nor a youth like che Captain with a {mart cockade, wes 2 j / ? Oe ees 2 S285 2 : - \ >~ a og ‘an 7 Ene. eke Cate TERE am a eH tell ery ‘Becaufe it pleate. my ees ee a. pretty girl, ‘Some folk call’d her Nancy ; thought thar Nance loy’d me, Imuit have drearnt or read Mes And all becaufe, d’ye fee, Other people {aid fo. La tele la ral ts, la sal, ie ral ee Gey 7 b é ; Tp Pappa: on one night,. By cail’d, a little mellow ; 3 Out the pops the light, : » And down ftairs trips a fellow 5 ays {, who has been here, She thinking [ was boozy, Tt was nobody, my dear, | | Bar our ‘Lom, our Fully, ra of _La ral, Se, ia amn fuch eats, fays I, ‘or. to come here a ‘moufing ; my. deareft Nan good bye, I hate your cat’s carouling. Sut we fhall wed days fhe, “For every body cries’ ne aL; how can that be, When ev'ry body lies fo2. , gateah io. | é Ho " b body pews es : lay take ne darling Nancy, ‘aufe L muft allow; : ve doés not hit 1 my fancy; at Tom, that damn’d ‘iom Cat, df Nance in marriage catch me, ange things they might be at, ae very like would {cratch’ me. ‘ Leet Ba! gal C4 NOME lift unto my ditty, “4 An hapiefs: tale. of ‘woe s All who are bieft with pity, F Will fure a boon beftow, or I am loft, forlorn, ‘By forrow fore oppreft, m friends and parents torn, hd ys the diftreft ! * Or bid mY trie elt iocam the heath fo drear— h! pity the diftreft ! ae of mirth: or pleafure, woe-worn heart beguiles, boalt: [ other peewee a! bid a ray of! joy” bi Yume the Orphan's Bred R 5 no cares annoy— ae Re 4 “pity: the net - aan ~The Thorn. Be ROM the white bloflom’d floe my ce Chloe, Requefted a {prig, her fair breaft to adorn 5° No; in truth, I ‘exclaim’d, may I perith, If ever [ plant iu that bafort a oe % ® Then i Rew? dhera ring, and implor d hero marry, fs She bluth’d like the dawning of morn ; ; Yes, Pll confent, fhe reply’d, if you’ Il promife, That no. Jeal ous rival fhall laugh me ty {corn. i i is wry No, in trath, I exclaimed, ‘may I perith; If ever [ play in that bofom a thorn, y Knowing JON eae WAS at Vd knowing Joe by the bats i our town, Old ade taught me wifely to’know folk; © Dear! I was fo fhatp, when they laughing came owt T-ax’d how do’ft-do? tothe thew-folk : I could chaunt a good ftave, that I knew very well ; No boy of my age could talk Jouder! r Crack a joke, tkp the win ak, ora droll ftory tell ; Of my clevernefs too none were prouder; So, thinks [,.it’s better nor followi ing the plough: ; To try with thefe youths to queer low folk ; There meatter 1 met, fo | made ty beft bow, [sPOKEN. ]_» How do’ ft ‘do, Sie: “fays- 1 Pie a mighty notion of turning aGor- panes be main Le fjon—airef- tles and boxes wery pratty,—dances a BUG SE te can play the wery devil | fs Axe sa pl eace, and fo joined marl the thew folk. _ This Stead ee I okt I bier d to keep, But dadzookers! they all were fo drollith! > Kings, coblers and tailors! a prince, or a.fweep! And ftat’d fo at I—I look’d foolith! Their daggers and fwords, dear! they handled fox cute, And ee leadies were all fo bewitching ! When I thoughtto be drolf,] was almoft ftruck mute, ' As the bacon eee that hangs | in our kitchen: They ax’d me to fay, how, the coach was at door, ' When were feated sHsave and below folk | . | Feggs! 1 was fo fhamefac’d, 1 flopp’d on the floor » ~[spoxen.) Akind of a Joe of giddine/e feiz'd me all deehd the candles daune’d the hays! iavere as dimmifA as a « Scotch mifi ! I dropped down as dead asa frot ts And fwounded away among the fhew folk! " ‘Phey laugh’d fo, and jeer’d me, as never were leen, All manner of Prneies were pl laying’; One night T'was fent for to wait on a Queen, Mae N.} oD believe it were Queen Hamlet of Dube Not thinking the plan they were laying,) My! eady fhe died ona chair next her {poufe, While with pins me! behiud they were pricking ! at once l feream ‘dour! lent her grace fuch a doute, ‘That alive fhe was foon, aye, and kicking ? The people all laugh’d at, and hooted px dor I, And the com: ‘cat digs did mafo joke!” Thai I made but one rep, without’ bidding. good byes) ZR , Ae Alla ‘[srone al Pin their Peage, Dear? I newer fo much as v once lovk'd behind me—tumbled over a b.rrel of thunder, : fnock'd down a hail florm—roll'd over the fea and i ard eke eae ee the Goon rieiotiee. , wry 35, BALLADS Ancient AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, €t. | rae : ‘The Princefs and the Slave. HERE fragrant breezes figh’d through orange Y! bowers, : And fpringing fountains cool’d the ait with fhowers, From pomp retired, and noon-tide’s burning ray, - The fair, the royal Nouronihar lay. | ; The cups of rofes, newly-cropp’d, were {pread Her lovely limbs beneath, and o’er her head Imprifon’d nightingales attuned their throats, And lull’d the princefs with melodious notes. Here roll’da lucid ftream its gentle wave With fearce heard murmur; while a Georgian flave Placed near the couch with feathers. in her hand, The lacy’s panting breaft in filence fannd, And chafed the inlets, who prefumed to feek "Their binquet on the beauty’s glowing cheek. This lave, a mild and fimple maid was fhe, -Of common form, and born of low degree, Whofe only charms were fmiles, devoid of art, W hofe only wealth, a gentle feeling heart. While thus within her fecret loved retreat, Half fleeping, half awake, opprefs’d with heat, | The princefs flumber’d ; near her, fhrifl, yet faint, Rofe the fad tones of fuppliant forrow’s plaint. She flarts, and angry gazes round: whenlo! A wretched female, bent with age and woe, Drags her unfteady feet the arbour nigh, While every ftep is number’d by a figh. Meagre and wan her form, her cheek is pale 3 Her tatterd garments {carce her limbs can veil; Vet ftill, through want and grief, her air betrays Grandeut’s remains, and gleams of better days. Soon as to Nouronihar’s couch fhe came, Low on the ground her weak and trembling frame *Exhaufted fank; and, then, with gafping breaft, She thus in plaintive tones the fair addrefs’d. *« If e’er you languifh’d in dileafe and pain, ‘ If e’er you fympathized with age’s groan, *¢ Hear, noble lady, hear a fuppliant’s moan ! “* Broken by days of want, and nights of tears, *. By ficknefs wafted, and opprefs’d by years, _ Beneath our facred Mithra’s fcorching fire «© I fink enfeebled, and with thirit expire. “ Yon ftream is near: oh! lift a futierer’s cry, “ And reach one draught of water, left i die !"— = —‘* What means this bold intrufion?” cried the fair, With peevifh tone, and difcontented air s- “ What daring voice, with wearying plaint, infefts “© The facred grove where Perfia’s princefs refts ? ** Beggar begone, and let thefe clamours ceafe ! “ This buys at once your abfence, and my peace,”s« Thus faid the printefs, and indignant frown’d, Then caft her precious bracelet on the ground, And turn’d again to fleep. With joylefs eye The fainting ftranger faw the jewel lie: When lo! kind Selima (the Georgian’s name,) Softly with water from the fountain came ; And while, with geprle grace, fhe gave the bowl, _ fweetly fad her feeling accents ftole. ° - ¥ %, » ‘© Except thefe tears of pity for your woe: “ Tis all [ have; but yet that all receive “From one who fain your forrows would selieve, << From one who weeps to view fuch mournful fcenes, And would give more, but that her hand lacks means. “ Drink, mother! drink! the wave is cool and clear, “ But drink in filence, left the princefs hear !”— —“ If er compaffion’s tear your cheek could ftain, ¥ . ' ¢ * ' be : wp ee be ‘ow * - “ s 2 ¢ ' * —‘ Humble and poor, I nothing can beftow, Scarce are thefe words pronounced, when, blefs’d furprize ! ay mea . ‘ The ftranger’s age-bowed figure fwells its fize! No more the ftamp of years deforms her face ; Her tatter’d fhreds to {parkling robes give places Her breath perfumes the air with odours fweet; Freth rofes {pring wherever tread her feet, And from her eyes, where reign delight and love, Unufual fplendour glitters through the grove ! Her filver wand, her form of heavenly mould! Her white and fhining robes, her wings of gold, Her port majeftic, and fuperior height, . Announce a daughter of the world of light? The princefs, whom her flave’s delighted cries | Compell’d once more to ope her fleep-bound eyes, With wonder mix’d with awe the fcene furvey’d, | While thus the Peri cheer’d the captive maid. . — 4 “ Look up, fweer girl, and caft all fears afide® 4 “« | feek my darling fon’s predeftined bride, . “ And here I find her: here are found alone, “ Feelings as kind, as.gracious as his own, |.“ For you, fair princefs, in whofe eyes of blue, ; % “ The ftrife of envy, fhame, and grief, I view, “ Obferve, and profit by this fcene! you gave, « But oh! how far lefs nobly than your flave! | Your bitter fpeech, proud glance, and peevifh tone “ Too plain declared, your gift was meant alone | ‘““ Your own repofe and filence to fecure, ; i “© And hufh the beggar, not relieve the poor ‘ “ Oh! royal lady, let this leflon prove, 7 “© Smiles, more than prefents, winafuppliant’s love ‘And when your mandates rule fome diftant land, “© Where all expect their bleffings from your hand, «© Remember, with ill-will and frowns beftow’d, » ‘* Favours offend, and gifts become a load}? _ : an ) 4 She ceafed, and-touching with her filver wand 4 Her deftined daughter, ftrait two wings expand — Their purple plumes, and wave o’er either arm 3 Next to her perfonfpreads the powerful charm: ~ And foon the enraptured wondering maid combined A faultlefs perfon witha faultlefs mind. ~ \ | Then, while with joy divine their hearts beat high, Swift as the lightning of a jealous eye ~ The Peries fpread their wings, and foar'd away i To the blefs’d-regions of eternal day. 3 j < t 4 > : ‘ , ° a Stung with regret, the princefs faw too plain, 4 ~~ Loft by her fault what tears could ne’er regain! % Long on the tablets of her humbled breaft = The Peri’s parting words remain’d imprefs’d, 4 E’en when her hand Golconda’s fceptre {way’d — % And fubject realms her mild behefts obey’d, The juft reptoof her confcious ear fill heards Still fhe remember’d, with ill grace conferr’d, Crowns, to a feeling mind, lefs joy impart, Than trifies, offer'd with a willing heart. 3" ‘ » } , 7 a % 1 é te ‘ bp HARMS OF MELODY, © Cais BRAN oS ce yg i'd NBO, Ye ere Z as [SPR EN MED L Er _. The Plan of the piblither is to embody ift one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern; inith iE yaa ann, ~The Pl of the Pb it Ae Tae Love Sesentil, Wer, Hung, Biesegeam, Humovons Set and Paes “Songs; as well as Old Englith, Trifh, Scotch and German Ballads, ‘Legendaries, &c. &e+-To which will be added, a complete ee ; x Dear Image : f the Maid I ‘Love. | I Owe you One. EAR image of the maid I, love, ' ARRY came to mé laft week, BF Whole charms you bring to view 3 A And I bade the rogue begone ; a as In abfence fome delight I feel © With his lips he touch’d my cheek— feo For, faid he, “ I owe you one.” Rally AM 5s _ By gazing ftill on you. eg Debar'd her fight by tyrant power, _ ~~ How wretched -fhould,I’be," Bur that 1 cheer each lonely ‘hour By gazing ftill on thee.- Then he call’d'me love and dear, _ And my fhoulder lean’d upon, — f With a box, the’ on the ear, / . oe “ Sir,” cry’d I—“ I pay you one.” os r tt | Tes ‘oh! could I call this fair one mine, What rapture fhou’d I feel; Oh! cou’d I prefs that form divine, Each hour my blifs would fealy Bur ah, deprived of all her charms, _ My foul can find no’refts ~ at And fhould fhe blefs dnother’s arms, Defpair would fill my breaft. © Abie | Adiing then the lover’s part, - How the fellow’s tongue ran on!— | Swearing he had loft his heart, And of courfe I owd him one, Then he' paid me double price, For no bounds his raptures knew— Kiffing once and kiffing twice, 9° 9°. \ Oh, faid he, Lowe youtwo. ‘The “Anfwer to the Valley Below: | The Valley Belov, “wT HE broom bloom’d fo frefh, and fo fair, . ee The lambkins. were, {porting around, When I ‘wander'd to breath the frefh air, — - And. by chance a rich treafure 1 found; A lafs far beneath a green fhade, HEN meek eye’d Aurora was drefs’d, — |. And,breath’d balmy fweets‘on'the morn, The fky-lark was quitting his nef 2 0000 Wheén the timid tag flew fromthe thorn; : Young Damon was firft in'the chace,. - ‘He thone'like the God of the Bow, The Graces‘all fmil’d.ih-hisface, - > But he’s fled from the valley below. . For whofe fmiles the whole world I'd forego-; As blooming as May was the maid, “And fhe lives in the valley below. , ~ Pata er stn BAP oe a ee : ‘ ‘Her fong ftruck my ear, with furprife, 1 Sad fighing beneath the cool fhade, ‘Her voice like the nightingale {weet, | > Lenvy my kids as they play, - f “But love took his feat in. her eyes, | Soft flumbers my ‘eyé-lids invade, _ Where beauty and. innocence meet, ; 1) “While melody flows from the fpray. ~ “Brom that moment my heart was her own, |) The wood with fweet Philomél tings, * ‘ | For her ev'ry with Pad. forego, © | \ She melts me with mufical woe, > { | iShe’s beauteous as rofes juft blown, | The lofs of my Damon fhe fings;" ~~ And fherlives in the valley below. | ‘Who's fled from the valley below. “My ‘cottage with woodbine over grown, | Adieu thou fair regent of night, The fweet turtle dove cooing, round, + No more fhall 1 flay by thy beams, My flocks and my herds are my, own, \-Or view with exquifite delight, ‘My paftures with hawthorn ate bound, -- “Thy image thar dance in the ftreams. .All my riches I'll lay at-her feet, “Ye night-birds that {cream as you fly, ~1f her heart in return fhe'll beftow, © Go tell yon green towers my woe, ie : etre | For DamonI pin’dand bdies os... et a “For no paftime can cheer my retreat, — White fhe lives in the valley. below, Who’s Hed from the valley below. « 1 gate Rt UB lL TSHE ‘Dat. N* 10, BE DFORD- ROW, Dudblia, ae RUINED S : Where the preceding Numbers can” be had | Ades = ath) % 4 ih Fe - : pe oa ef yh anaes ; : : : yee 1 : "4 fg t * x mie ; : 5 , 3 ; é Ve % ‘ . f er" ‘ 2 4M : i et < ‘ ' i - e ‘ ; , Twas, Menfieur, je vous nentend pas. ; ¥ ee rr | John-to the palace-royatcome,. * Its fplendour almoft ftruck him dumb: > = ‘ Ifay, whofe houfe is that there here ?? Hoffe!-je vous nentend pas, Monfieur. — : ‘ What! Nongtongpaw again? cries John, - - © This fellow’s fure, fome mighty don; ° * No doubt has plenty for the maw; — ‘ Pil breakfaft. with his Nongtongpaw.’ John faw Verfailles from Marli’s hei ht we And cry’d, aftonifh’d at the fight, ey ve ; Whofe fine eftate is that there here MiP Stat—je wous nentend pas, Mon/fieur. ne | * His! whar the ldnd and ‘houfes,. too? ‘ The fellow’s richer than a Jew ; mA gas ‘ On every thing he lays his claw ; « I fhould like to dine with Nongtongpaw. Next tripping came a courtly falkg ite ak pe John cry'd enchanted with herair, ae © What lovely wench is thar there here?’ Ventch !—je vous n’entend pas, Monfieur. © What! he again ? upon my life! — ‘ A palace, lands, and-then a wife, ‘ Sir Jofhua might delight to draw! ‘ I fhould like to fup with Nongtongpaw. © * ‘ But hold} whofe fun’ral’s that ?” cries John | Fe vous n'entend pas! * Whatis he gone; - Ke ‘ Wealth, fame, and beauty could not fave ‘ Poor Nongtongpaw, then, from the grave? ‘ His race is run, his game is up; . | « I'd with him breakfaft, dine, and fup; $ Bat fince hé choles to withdtaw—~ ‘ Good night tye, Mounfeer Nongtongpaw ! \ ° 4 ot “4 Bei pe ME tate at Co I AM a friar of orders grey, "See hia And down the vallies I take my way, © I pull not blackberry, haw, or hip, wits i Good ftore of ven’fon does fill my ferip es My long bead roll I merrily chaunt, We, Where’er I walk no money I ‘want: > And why Fm fo plump the reafon I tofh-s, i Who leadsa good life is fure to live well. / What baron or ’{quire, ; * Or knight of ‘the fhire,. , . Lives‘half fo well as a holy friar. ar After fupper of heaven I'dréarne | Moves ae But thar is fat pullet and clout a =i ‘al Myfelf, by denial, I noite: rer pat Sahn het With a dainty bit of a warden pie: + ea I’m cloth’d in fackcloth for my fin; he ‘ With old fack wine I’m lin’'d within! "4 sare ee is My matih fong, ; oul nd the vefper’s bell is my bowl, di Patt. ‘What baron or ‘faaite. i oe dong, _ Or knight of the fhire, Ses _» Lives half fo $ll.as a holy friar. . ~* a Ne Bl a i ie Et Ae f f 2 NGS Se mee . ett ya yt ae : . ia Se hewet peng i § ; i i : PEAR A Ta oye ok HW Ser , ‘| f J \ f ao zy : + N 1 Ne x Pe te eh ‘Give the Devil his Due. You, | y ) A \ What he owes to us, I can venture to fay, ae Like a Demon of Rank, upon Honour he’ll pay. “His Worfhip’s allow’d to be Prince of Bon Ton; ’ Now thus lies the bus’nefs, Sirs, as we're polire, The Devil is in you’s a phrafe daily us’d, “Yer oft by fuch language, the Devil’s abus’d. fr Rae heodpare, 7 he Devil himfelf would not choofe to dwell there. ‘Some people affeét with this world to be fick, ‘And give themfelves up ina pet to Old Nick ; ‘Devil fetch me! they cry, but if Satan they knew, His Honour has much better bus’nefs to do. , . oe his Infernalfhip we fhould deal fair ; The cheerful day’s rul’d by the Angel of Light, His torturing {pirits around him awair, As watchmen attend on the conftable’s flate ; - Thofe imps of authority fally in fhoals, » And pennylefs ftrumpets drag in as damn’d fouls. | ‘The hell upon earth, and life’s dev'lith difeafe, ft poverty finning, and feiz’d on for fees; ~ /A ptoof that the ufe on’t to us was forbid. Pith Bey ot, tas LW ra ; g 3 : Bot Pluto, the Devil’s old heathenifh name, 'Perfyafion, Temptation, attended the gold, nd ?Till all haye been bid for, and few are unfold, “We are Dev'lithly odd, ina Devilith odd way, ‘Since bribe as bribe can there’s the Devil to pay ; |The Devil of Party makes damnable rour, . . Tho’ the Devil a‘bit can we tell what about. — Spee May Satan feize thofe who by. purchafe deceive, ' May they take the famé road who fach things receive;* _ But may we preferve honeft Men, tho’ they’re few, - Export all the zeft, give the Devil his due. i ts i '_ Sure a Lafs in her bloom, &c. i /1 know not I vow any harm I have done, | But my mother oft tells me fhe’ll have me a nun. Don’t you think ita pity fuch a girl as I, | hould be fentenc’d to pray, to taft and to cry ; With ways fo devout V’m‘not like to be won, nd my heart it loves frolic roo well fora nun. sa thonfand times better to me I declare-; vIcan keep myfelf chafte, nor.by wiles be undone ; 1s Dd sa.t Tie 1 { : . Nay befides I’m too handfome, | think, for a’ nun, le o. y % Ce Nor to love or be lov’d,. oh! I nevercan bear, Nor yield to be fent to, one cannot tell where 5 / Tq live or to die inthis cafe were all one, |, ' Nay, | fooner would die than be reckon’d a nun. ‘Perhaps,’ but to teize me, fhe threatens me fo, } Pm fure, was the me, the would ftoutly fay'no ; Bat, if fhe’s in earneft, [ from her will ran, And be married in fpite, that I mayn’t be a pun, _ "Tune,~To take in-good part the foft Jqucee, Peet e ; \HERE is one thing, my friends, Inuit offer to | ors, Give to Old Nick, what to Old Nick ig due; Tho? you {mile at my fyftem, and fneer-at my fong, For the fake of the pence th And practife good manners, pray what is his right? Tho’ fome hollow hearts may have much room to Tho’ of darknefs he’s king, he’s a prince of the airy And the Devil (Lord blefs us) is Monarch of Night. Bis rortir Deep imdarknefs, that drofs we call money was hid, Peston, Te from below, as a varnifh for fhame. G, A. Reetieer: ; eure a lafs in her bloam at the age of nineteen, Was ne'er fo diltrefs'd as of late I have been, i To hear.the men flatter, and promife, and f{wear, er | ; = Chae @. sionour! if ‘Tune,—Confujion to him who a Bumper denies. The Decks we have clear’d, and ’tis timeswe fhould go; | a ‘A Coach did you fay > No! I’m fober and ficone Waiter! call mea Link-boy, he’ll light me ‘along. Obfequious the dog with his dripping torch bows-— YourHonour! poor Jack, Sir, your Honour Jack knows, us he’ll honour me on, Gold Duit ftrews the Race-ground where all Honout’s won. lie; woe Thus huddled in heaps ?—Good your Honour! they cry ; Young perifhing Out-cafts thus nightly are found, No Parifhes care, they’re too poor to be own’d. For he, in thefe times, would be laughed to, fcorn, Who Diftrefs wou'd affift, yet expect/no Return. With Courtier-like bowing the Shoe-cleariers call, And offer their Bruth, Stool and {fhining Black Ball ; ‘Japanning your Honour, thefe Colourifts plan, . ‘ And, really, fome Honours may want a Japan. * To varnifh the Fafte is,—as cafes from duft, _ Each picture now glares with a tranh parent cruft ; Nay, fome Ladies Faces are colour’d fike Blinds, > While men ufe japanning which mafquerades minds. Of Honour, of Freedom, yet England can boatt; | And Honour and Freedom’s an Englifhman’s toaft ; May Infamy ever Deferters attend > t Bat Honours crown thofe who our Honours defend. Cod Stewens. ¢ Ue ihe Hum. 7 Tune,—Pufh about the brifk Bowl, | USH about the brifk Bowl, ‘twill enliven the hear: . While thus we fit round on the-— Stay ! W hat bufinefs have I an old Song to impart,’ >: “When I, Sirs, a new one canfay, can fay, /. When I, Sirs, a ‘new one-can fay. What fhall I firft fay, or what thall I frit do? What beft will my bad voice become?) Why faith, Sirs, V'll ftrive by my verfes to fhew, That life is, alas! but a Hum: they die, aa At death the moft happy look glum ;. At our entrance and exit we equally cry, Which proves our life’s plainly a Hum. _ Law and Phyfic you fee will make fure of the fee, What advice to you gratis will come = » If poor, yourare loft, tho’ merit you bgaft, Kor Worth without Wealth is a Hum, - Acquaintance pretend that your fortunes they’ll mend, ? But be you in need, and you'll find that indeed, Modern Friendihip is merely a Hum. W hen fome Ladies kneel, fmali devotion they feel, - (But let us be modeft and mum) At the altar they bow, but ’tis only for fhew, Religion with thera is a Hum. We are hum’d from our birth, till we're earth, .: "To an end ot our jokes then we come ; And vow to your fervice they'll come ; hum/’d inte a Oet * le igy De ber a per Cease TY DERE SS Pe oe ae Mens 2 tae Ges Bead ie oT aoe bet RON URN AGT ee TSE ay Pye ; Wee if BSN ah, wat er Meeeas Ni ah veh $ oo 4 t u : Soha HE‘CHARMS OF MELODY, QO” Reck’ning we've. paid, here’s to all bon repos, “Hold your light up!—what half-naked Objedis here f To poor creatures, your Honour, fome charity {pare ; Honour’s. phrafe’ ig Neceflity’s common-place pra yer, Children, weep at. their birth, and old men hen Take your giafs,my brifk brother,and Vil take another, “ And thus make the moft of’a Hum, a Hum, i, * : And ler’s make the .moft of a Hum, \ Ss GL de Stemens, ™ a” Paw ee 2. an o The Bleeding, Nun. XX THERE ‘yon proud turrets crown the rock,’ “Seeft thou a watrior ftand? ; He fighs to hear. the caftle clock ©» - Say midnight is at hand. © ; Ir ftrike’; and now his lady fair Comes tripping from’ het hall, Her heart is rent by deep defpair, And tears in‘ torrents fall. ‘ _« Ah! woeisme, my love,” fhe cried;:. “, What anguifh wrings my heart: « Ah! woeis me,” fhe faidj-and figh’d, «“ We mutt for ever part. -«. Know, ere three days are paft and:flown, « (Tears choak the piteous tale!) « A parent’s vow, till now unknown, «© Devotes'me to the -veil.”— —“ Not fo; my Agnes!” Raymond cried,’ “ For leave thee willl never . $* Thou art mine, and I am thine, * Body and foul for ever! “ Then quitthy cruel father’s bower, « And fly, my love, with me.’ — — Ah! howcan I efcape his power, «© Or who can fet me free.”— “ {cannot leap yon'wall fo high, © « Nor fwim the foffe with thee ; “ [can but wring my hands, and figh «¢ "Phat none can fet me free.”— —* Now lift, my lady, lift; my love, «T pray thee lift to me, For I can‘all-your féars ‘remove, * And can fer yousfree. ~ Oft have-you heard old Ellinore; * Your nurfe, with-horror tell, How, robed:in white, and. ftain’d with gore, Appears.a fpectre fell. oo nm o And each fifth-year, atdead of night, “© Stalks through the caftle gate, Which, by-an ancient folemn rite,, ‘© For her muft open wait. ~ ~ - “ Soon as to fome far diftant land, “© Retirés to-morrow’s fun, — ¢ With torch and dagger in her hand, ‘© Appears the Bleeding Nun, : -~ Now you fhall play the Bleeding Nun, “ Array’d in robes fo white, And at the folemn hour of one, ** Stalk forth to meet your knight. € ~ Our fteeds fhall bear us far away, ** Beyond your farher’s power, And Agnes, long ere break of day, — * Shall reft in Raymond's bower.’ —‘ My heart confents, it muft.be done, —* Father, ’tis your decree,— “ And I will play the Bleeding Nun, *“« And fly, my love, with thee. ‘ Fot Lam thine,” fair Agnes cried, “ And leave thee will 1 never ; ** | am thine, and thou art mine, ‘** Body and foul for ever!” ~~ vee wr} Ps oe eae 386 E BALLADS iycrenT AND MODERN; LEGENDARIES, &. ye Ve =F ta | , re: % Or Tw.” sf CUP eee : ~ z : Ms) =f s> . 2<¥e * - a . “* , Fair Agnes far within her bower, ¥S Array'd in tobes fo\whiteyh ie ta ae And waited the long with’d-for hour, \ When fhe fhould meet her knight. — fd ‘And Raymond, «as the clock ftruck ones» - Before the caftle ftood ; aes ‘And foon came forth his.lovely Nun, _ ‘Her white robes ftain’d in blood... He bore her in his arms awayye- . And placed her on-her fteed; Beet cs And to the maid he thus did fay, . } re ~ As.on they rode with fpeed : —* Oh:Agnes | Agnes b thou art mine, «“ And leave thee will I neyer ; “ Thou art mine, and I am thine, “ Body and foul for,ever!"——. = Oh Raymond! Raymond ! Tam thine, “And leave thee will I never; “ [am thine, and thou art:mine, _ “* Body and foul for ever)” At length,“ We’re fafe !”——the wattior cried 3 “ Sweet dove abate thy {peeds” : But madly ftill fhe onwards hied, ~ eaec a Nor. feem’d his call to heed... eos Through wood.and wild, they {peed their way, Then {weep along.the.plain, | And almoft at the break,of. day, The Danube’s banks they gain. . —‘* Now ftop ye, Raymond, ftop ye here, “ And view the farther fide; , . “« Difmount, and fay Sir Knight, do’ft fear, ‘© With me-to ftem the-tide.’— x4 Now on the utmoft brink they ftand, ‘And gaze uponthe flood, She feized Don Raymond by, the hand; Her grafp it frozehis blood! ne 4 a al A whirling blaft from off the ftream Threw back the maiden’s veil ; Don Raymond. gave-a-hideous-feream; And felt his {pirits fail) t Then. down his limbs, in-firange affright, — Cold dews to, pour, beguns.. Spe ares | No-Agnes met:his fhadd’ring, fights..." / mm God! ’Tis the Bleeding Nun!"— - ' A form of more than mortal fize, ie. 10a All ghaftly, pale, and dead, © = t Fix’d on the Knight her livid eyes, eS And: thus the Spectre faid: ney _ | — Oh Raymond! Raymond ! ‘1 ae thisg; ee ee “© And leaye thee will I never; 7 . -§© Tamthine, and thou art mine, “ Body and foul for ever:! i if Co an ‘Don Raymond thrieks, he faints; the blogf = - Ran cold-in every'vein, ~~ Tarp oa Cae He fank into the roaring flood, — A ‘ ie “And never rofe again!’ ’ - ; it 6 > s it ‘§ ‘Tales of Wonders : Okie: ; > “= Pee Lub et so. oe 2 ee PHB ” : CHARMS OF MELODY, : Rs | : + I Dei R BAN ALE Di Bo: ie Be e _ Whe Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Langu fe Wwe Fe . ° 3 . i y C ’ { g age, _ worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bicchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political amy Se es “Te mocks the i i Rr Poa HT liffen yy That fells the little pofies, eA pittance {pate in virtue’s aid, Come buy my fweet rofes. | My: parents dead, my loyer fled, An orphan girl neglected, I ftrive to : =| 4 ow And often As plucking All day I Songs; aswell as Old Englith, [rifh, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. As down the Torrent’s Roaring Tide. S down the .torrent’s roaring tide : ‘Awhile the cumbrous mafs may ‘glide, Diffever’d from the fhore ;~_ : Bur, to the lake’s calm furface borne, It feels its own fad weight return, | And finks to rife no more. “So, loft to love, opprefs’d by grief, '7Midft focial mitth ‘a fhort relief ' The forrowing heart may know; __ Bat, ah! to lonely thought retir’d, _ And droops in lafling woe. - Liften to the Little Maid. And fing—howe’er dejected. The lad you love fhou’d he adorn, With flow’ry fpeech his paffion, ~ Remember—rofes hide a thorn, | And truth is out of fafhion. | Ere daifies peep at dawning day, { brufh the dewy bowers, : To which will be added, acomplete Index. The Welfh Harper. | : VER the funny hills I ftray, ‘Funing many a ruftic lay, And fometimes in the fhadowy_ vales, I fing of love and’ battles tales, Merrily thus I {pend my life, Lho’ poor, my breaft is free from ftrife, The blithe old harper called am I, as: In the Welfh vales ’mid mountains high, fa the Welth vales, &c. Sometimes before a caftle gate, In fong a battle I relate, : Or how a Lord in fhepherd’s guife, | Soughe favour in a virgin’s eyes, | __ | With rich, and poor, a welcome gueft, = | No cares intrude upon my breaft, The blithe old Harper, &c. joy by mirth infpir’d, & - When Sol illumes the weftern fky,, And evening zephyrs foftly figh, Oft times on village green I play, | While round me dance the ruftics gay, _ And oft when veil’d by fable nighr, The wondering fhepherds | delight, _ The blithe old Harper, &c, i {, ; to the little maid . me Sweet rofes, &c. earn a little bread, Liften to the Voice of Love. Sweet rofes,’ &c. : LISTEN, to’the voice of Love, ~ He calls my Daphne to the grove; The primrofe fweet bedecks the field, . The tuneful birds invite to rove: | To fofter joys let fplendour yield, ~ Bern rede Sec: .O liften to the voice of love. I \ Where flowers their fragrant fweets exhale, My Daphne! fondly Jet us ftray ; Where whifp’ring love breathes forth his tale, And fhepherds fing their artlefs lay : O liften to the voice of love, He calls my. Daphne to the grove. weep my lonely way, weeping flowers. ' Sweet rofes, &ec. fell my flow’rs thro’ town, : In rufhy hat and willow, - Come fhare with me the fweets of {pring, Content at night's a bed of down, And leave the town’s tumuledous noife ; Sweet innocence a pillow. | The happy fivains all cheerful fing, | . E “Sweet rofes, 8c. And echo ftill repeats their joys: > te ny . ig Kertland Then liften, &c. - / # oF Vent ie id “PUBLISHED a N10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dubim, Where the preceding: Numbers can be had. TNs oo) ae ee rs Little Snip. - 4 M* daddy is a aioe. fir, and brother Jack is | alfo one, wae ’ And {ure as we've a Yoaring trade, why I am little «* ‘Snip his fon; =). . A My father cuts, and brother fews, and 1 can alfo rip and ftich, i ae And what is better far than ail, my daddy’s growin preity rich, spoxen.] When he makes but a bill never forgets to . put down a few stems, which he calls under the denomi- nation of trade cabbaging. \ With his Ri tol, lol, fol de riddle rido. “My father fays I am his fon, becaufe I know a thing — or two, But wer’n’t I like a needle fharp, why this lknow |» *rwould never do; For daddy never fticks at threads, an inch, or halfa | yard, or ell; , And while he meafures out his cloth, takes care his fheers fhall always tell. SPOKEN.] seconds ; coat, waiftcoat, or, pantalcons, tis always, Ri tol, lol, &e. " "Tis certain I’m aclever lad, let people fay what e’er they -will, For when I fet up trade myfelf, Lord how] will {pin out the bill; % For tho’ they may fay this or that,.a tailor’s. trade can never fail, While there’s fomething to be got, ’m_down upon it, \as anally)” sPoKEN.|] Jf 2 don’t one day or other; cut my coat ac- cording to my cloth, and.warm my goofe) for 2 good picking, I ought to be fet down for a goofe my/felf. . With my Ri. tol, lol, &c. » Dick Smith. the Watchman. ng ICK Smith is my name, and a tight boy am J, D For I trudge it-both late and early ; ; And what I oft fees'as the hours I cry, Why, my Mafters, Pll tell you now fairly. Sometimes ’tis my fate on a dark cloudy night | ° To meet’a fond pair often cooing ;» ee But if they but flide in my hand fomething bright, Why Lord I can’t fee what the’re doing. Paft twelve o’Clock, and a cloudy morning. When.a rowd’ye fee; is kick’d up in the ftreet, And—Wdtchmen, flop Thief,—are a calling ;- | If I meets but a fcamp, while I’m on my beat, Why I foon lays the gentleman fprawling : ‘ But if he but tips me a watch, ora purfe, Why I then, do you fee, does my duty ; As I lets him flip by, while I grumble and curfe, And {wear he is off with the booty, . Paft twelve o’Clock, &c, Sometimes in my box, if I happen to doze, Some wag of my cafe makes a handle ; For d’ye fee, after griping me faft. by the nofe, He tteals both my lantern and candle. Then while for the glim I am looking about, Comes by me an impudent. prater, Wih, Hip! Maft’r Watchman, believe me you're . . out, Ae es f For damn me, it’s Weese hours later.’ Paft awelve o’Gleck, &c. S OF: MELODY. Fee ae B68 at. ‘THE CHARM 1 learnt to pull with Simon Skull, - | Whether ’tis broad-cloth, | Superfine - or _That melted in love, and thatdsindled in war; 3, * ~ me 7. Ne e . 2 é : 4 ear) * 9 ' Peter's Medley. ~ 2 EAR Kew bie morn was ‘Peter bori, 2 At Limehoufe educated ; Navas - And a tightith Tad was rated. = For coat and badge I'd oftentry, © = * And when -firft oars, *twas who but I, While the pretty girls would archly cry, - _“ Ah did you-not hear ofa Jolly’young waterman, “ Who. at Blackfriar’s Bridge us’d for to ply? +“ He feather’d his oars with fuch {kill and dex- -tenitys 0s SBR NNER Mone ' 3 Oineag ath heart, and delighting each eye.” ay i esti Rete f But grown a man, I foon began » To quit each boyifh notion: —_~ With old Benbow, I fwore ro go, And brave the foaming ocean. : With him I fail’d ‘twelve years or nigh, . And. faw the gallant hero’ die, - . ; Yet “fcap’d each fhot myfelf, for why, ~ “« There’s a fweet little cherub fits: up aloft, — “To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.” To Italy, a great grandee © * # L Brought me thro’ Fortune's fteerage; _ By- chance of war, a Britifh rar ‘ May meet Italian peerage. ar ceca - Now hither fent by teats unkind,» 1 > ¥ - And in ¢his ifland clofe confin’d, ji ae I figh for that I’ve lett behind; ein ae “ For, oh its a nice little ifand, =~ “A right little, tight litle ifland; ~~ ““ May its commerce increafe; “« While the bleflings of peace =. “« Make glad every heart in the ifland,” > . \ oe ice a ean eG Sy ; , a f ! Wins} ~ ‘ \ 7 Jf The Wounded Hoffar. - oper igs 2 Une Pee to the banks of the dark rolling Danube, Fair Adelaid hied when the battle was o’er ;_ O whither, fhe cried; haft thou wanderd my lover, | Or here doft thou welter and bleed on the {hore ?+ What voice did Fhear! ‘twas my Henry rhat figh’d.” All mournful fhe haften’d, nor wander’d afar, When bleeding alone.on the heath fhe defcried, a By the light of the moon, her poor wounded. huflar. _ es FC) Se acest ie a [ie ' ‘a ftreamingy) 4° Shy oe, Ms And pale was_his, vifage, deep mark’d with a fear, And dim was’ that eye, once expreflively beaming, — From his bofom sthat "heav'd,- the laft torrent was How {mit was ‘poor Adelaid’s heart at the fight! — How bitrer fhe wept o’er the vidim of war; “ Haft thou come, my fond love, this laftforrowful night, ‘at ce oh aE re, of) “ To cheer the lone heart of your wounded huffar.? “* Thou fhalt live!” fhe replied, « heavens’ mercy ‘ relieving, ee bP to ee Fach anguifhing wound hall forbid me to moutn Aly * “* Ah! no the laft pang in my bofom is hea ing, No light of the morn fhall to Henry return; ~ Thou charmer of life, ever tender and true, 2 Ye babes of my love, thar avait me afar"— His falv’ring tongue fcarcely murmur’d adieu, ro Whsn he funk in her arms, the poor wounded huflam é * nb Seka ~ =* | Alone by the Light sie ae Moon. THE, day is departed, and se from the cloud, : The moon in her beauty appears; | The voice of the nightingale warbles aloud, . The mufic of love in our ears. Maria appear! now the feafon fo fweet, - With the beat of the Heart. that’s in’ PENS 5) The time is fo-tender for lovers to meet, : _ Alone by the light of Ea moon. t x I cannot, When i eae can what I feel ; I figh—can a lover do more? Her name to the fhepherds_I never reveal, ~ Yet Ithink of her. all the day o’er. _ Mariay my love! do you long. for the grove, - Do you figh for an interview foon; I Daes e’er a kind thought run on me as you rove, Alone oe the nae of the ‘moan? ~ \ My bofom is all in a glow ; Your: yoice, when it vibrates fo. {weet ee mine | feotear,* . My heart thrills, my eyes ‘overflow. - Ye pow’rs of the tky! will your bounty divine, __ Indulge a fond lover his boon; - ae heart {pring to heart, and Maria Be. mine, _ Alone ra the Bene of the. moon? — a Beton ut Oe “As Wit Toke ae Humour. S Wit, Joke and Humour poser ber were fat, PAS “With liquor a plentiful ftock, _- ! “Sill varying tne fcene, with fong and with char, b The pe eeae bawl’d, “ paft twelve o’Clock.” a “At thar Tobe Lie ead ‘oft pelts do come, E And poor ,timid ‘mortals affright, “Jat then in that inftant, one enter’d the room, * _ An/ancient pale face,. meager {prite. | +. a eee | ae phaplon epee and the candles burnt blue, » Wit and Humour began for to flare ; . pus out Joke! 1 look’e friends, this is nothing new, * «Behold fee, ’ tis only. ewe Cate.” ot | now. Ke aid tell us, twas Time fent him here, ~ “© And reall ns ’tis time to be gone ; 6 Bt we'll tell him this, let him think what he dare, ees We'll finith him eer it be one.” “They quickly agreed, a about it “they went, ‘Refolvi mg ‘of Care to get free ; » Wit mov’d it,—-and firait they albyoin'dia confent To lay the. ghoftin the red-fea, > Whole bump. rs of claret they quickly drank of, >> Amd favrite toafis they went round ; W hen Humour well pleas’d, thus fet upa laugh: Be ~ Quoth he, “how Care looks now he’s drown’d,” Aviten loud fhouting began, huzza they alf cry’d, ~ > & We're rid of this troublefome gueft, es Fill your eer around, let this be our pride, Pe ao fing, laugh, and drink to the belt. 6 great, f To finging and drinking they fixe rile Wo the fun they arofe, with {piris: clate, os And’ cau oe at Ax, are : - ‘ : A ‘ y ” — t her 5 f 3 as ‘ i d ‘ eo ee _ THE CHARMS OF MELODY. a, ee ae a a, | When the lads and the laffes for com any join’d, When the birds to the barn come hovering for food, - Rev their blood running ¢ high with a. conqueft fo. -Nor feel any- turbulent, paflions arife qed. Sally, Ee y 7 THEN late 4 cated ¢ o'er ots cate re From nymph tonymph I ftrove invain _ My wild defires to rally; - wae ee But now. they’re of themfelves come home, And ftrange! no longer with to roam, shhey center all in ) Sally, Vet fhe, unkind one, Lae my joyz 7 | . ; _ And cries, I court but to deftroy ; Can lage sith rain tally? By thofe dear lipss thofe eyes I fwear, - 1 would all deaths all torments bear, ° Rather hc atlas “aN: ‘Than violets, or rofes are, Or liliés of the valley 1 Weis O foplow Love, and quit your fear, ne oot He'll guide you to thefe arms, my dear, — And make me bleit ix Sal ly. i f Winter. \ é \ THEN thetrees are all bare, nota afte be feen, _ And the meadows their beauties have loft ; When nature’s difrob’d of her mantle of green, And the ftreams are faft bound with the froft ; While the peafant inactive, ftands fhivering with cold, As bleak the winds northerly blow 5 And the innocent flocks run for eafe to their fold, With their fleeces befprinkled with fnow. In the yard when the cattle are fodder’d with ftraw, » And they fend forth their breath like a fteam ; ee And tlre neat looking dairy-maid fees fhe muft thaw ~ - _ Flakes of ice that fhe finds in the cream : “ Whenthe {weet country maiden, as frefh as a er As fhe carelefly trips, , often flides ; Nie ar And the ruftics eh, loud, if, by falling, fhe ei A All the charms that eae modefiy hides. . ey In a croud round the embers do gaze; he Talk of faties and witches that ride on the oie And of ghofts, till they’re all in amaze: _ Or they filently fir‘on the fpray; >» ~ _ And the poor timid hare in vain feeks the- whoas Left her foorfieps her courfe fhould betray. a ~ Heav’n grant in this feafon it may prove my lot, With the nymph whom I love. and admire, While the icicles hang from the eves of my ati be it Imay thither in fafery retire! * Where in neatnels and Quier : and free from furprize, We may live, and no hardships ak als oe > : ahr c Bat fuch as each other may gure, ‘ - Y * or ‘ * 2 © ¥ ae ee ee ae ke : Bieta ‘ rake ‘The Witches’ Song. L WITCH. HAVE been all day looking .after A raven feeding upon a quarter ; | “And, foone as fhe turn’d her beak to the fouth, I fnatch’d this morfell out of her. mouth. 2 WITCH. ‘have -beene gathering wolves haires, vTihe madd dogges foames,.and adders eares ; The {purging of a deadman’s eyes: — And all fince the evening ftarre did: rife. hy a wtih: Be ik I laft night: lay all alone On the ground, to heare the mandrake grone ; And pluck’d him up, though -he grew full.low: And, as 1 had done, the cke did crow. 4 WITCH, ‘And I’ ha’beene choofing out this: fcull From charnell houfes that were ‘full; ,From . privare grots, and publike pits. And frighted a fexton out. of his wits. 5 WITCH. Under .a- cradle I did crepe By day; and, when the childe was a-ileepe At night, I fuck’d-the breath; and _rofe, And plutk’d the nodding nurfe by the nofe. 6 WITCH. hada dagger: what did I with thar? ‘Killed an infant to have his far. .A piper .it got at.a_ church-ale, J bade him again blow the wind ? the taile. “7 WITCH, »* . . “A murderer, yonder, was hung in chaines ; The funne and the wind had fhrunke ‘his veines: _ 1 bit off a finew; I clipp’d his haire; I brought off his ragges, that danced i’ the ayre, 8 wITcH. ‘The ferich-owles egges and the feathers blacke, The bloud of the frogge, and the bone in his backe I have been getting; and made of his {kin A purfes, to keep Sir Cranion in. Q WITCH, And I‘ha’ beene plucking (plants among) Hemlock, henbane, adder’s-tongue, Night-fhade, moone-wort, libbard’s-bane ; ~ And twife by the dogges was like to be tane. LO WITCH. J from the jawes of a gardener’s bitch Did fnatch thefe bones, and then leap’d the ditch : Yet went I back to the houfe againe, Kill’d the blacke cat, and here is the braine. Ii WHrer, I went to the toad, breedes under the wall, { charmed him out, and he came at my call; 1 feratch'd out the eyes of the owle before; { tore the batt’s wing: what would you have more? DAME. Yes: I ‘have broughr, to helpe your vows, Horned ‘poppie, cypreflé boughes, The fig-tree wild, that growes on tombes, And juice that from the larch‘tree comes, The bafilitke’s bloud, and the viper’s {kin And now our orgies let’s begin, f ‘BALLADS ANCIENT and MoDERN, LEGENDARIES, Be : ae | The ‘winds they were ftill asthe Ben. Sohnfon, ss ¥ a, ' 1 _ Elver’s Hoh. Dani /h—M.-G. Lewis. Ge knight laid his head .upon Elyer's*Hoh, _ . Soft {lumbers his fenfes beguiling; ~ | Fatigue prefs’d its feal on his eyelids, when lo! T\vo maidens drew near to him, fmiling ; “t The one the kifs'd foftly Sir Algamore’s*eyes; The other fhe whifper’d him fweetly, ) ——“‘ Arife! thou. gallant young warrior, arife, - _ “Bor the dance it goes gaily and featly! “Arile, thou gallant young warrior, arife, ‘““ And dance with us now and for ever! “My damfels with mufic thine ear fhall furprife, | “* And fweeter, a mortal heard never—” . Then ftraight of young maidens appear'd a fair throng, Tat ranan at Who their voices in harmony raifing, The winds they wete ftill as the founds flew : along, By filence their melody praifing. founds flew along, Jom ¢ 2a The wolf howl’d-no more from the. mountains.; The rivers were mute upon hearing the fong, And calm’d the loud ruth of their fountains : | They fifh, as they-fwam in the‘ waters fo clear, | To the foft founds delighted attended, a And nigheingdles, charm’d the fweet accents to ear, . ‘Fheir notes with the. melody blended. a ——“ Now'hear me, thou gallant young ‘war tior, now thear! ‘y “‘ If-thou wilt partake of our pleafure, . “We'll teach -thee to draw the pale moon from. her ‘fphere, . i “ We'll fhow theé the forcerer’s treafute! “* We'll teach thee the Runic rhyme, teach. thee to hold ‘ ““ The wild bear in magical fetters, 3 } “To-charm the red dragon, who broods over. Gold «Meals pak oN ‘“ And tame him by myftical letters.’—— pe % Now eration iti thither, then danced the ga ‘band, aa oy FN ges aa By witchcraft the hero furprifing, Who ever fat filent, his fword in his hand, Their fports and their pleafures defpifing, — Now hear me, thou gallant young warrior, now hear! ; _ “ If ftill thou difdain’ft what we proffer, * With dagger and knife from thy breaft will we tear , ‘ee “ Thine ‘heart, which refufes our ‘Offer Pm Oh? glad was the ‘knight when he heard thell cock crow:! . a His enemies trembled, and left him: ho Elfe mutt-he have ftayed upon Elver’s Hoh, And the witches of life had bereft him. ‘Beware then, ye warriors, returning by night ; From court, drefs’d in gold and in filver;- ) t Beware how. you flumber on Elver’s rough height, 7 Beware of the witches of Elyer! é' , i ua PRS aghatenh oe ey ot ee ; ¢ PHARMS y Pas ’ ag i * \ Pe SIREN MEDLEY. } ie anne * x mm r \y 1 _ ‘The Wlan’of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language, y ' \ é f worth prelerving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea; and Political ‘ i» hs i * » i p Penfive I thought on my Love. he HILE penfive I thought on my love, __ YW -The moon on the mountain was bright ; And Philome!, down in the grove, vee Broke, fweerly, the filence of night. But | fele too much anguifh to weep ; {Til worn with the weight of my woe, Afank on my pillow to ileep. ~Methought that my love, as I lay, His ringlets all clotted with gore, In the palenefs of death feem’d to fay, “* Alas! we muft never meet more! Gata | : ; « Yes, yes, my beloved! wemuft part 5 - “ The fteel of my rival was true ;—_ The affaffin has ftruck on that heart, “6 ‘Which beats with fuch fervour for you.” Bi. From ‘BI we Beard. ¢ \ Oe My Journey was Love. THEN I wasat home as the lark I was gay, YY That warbled fo fprightly and britk all rhe ies a Lprihe,: Se At ploughing or threfhing, I labour’d all day, When driving my team how I'd whittle and fing, _ Pdwhiltle,'whiftle, whifle and fing, Vd whittle, whittle, whiftle and fing... Cations , For Fan was my darling, a neat pretty maid, “But fhe from our village inconftant did rove, _, ‘So finding her gore and my hopes all betray’d, ‘Aye Come up to town, and my journey is love. . Vd whiftle, whiltle, oe, pel ‘ t Dover head I was fous’d in affection I vow, I | Songs; aswell as Old Englith, [rith, ‘Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, 8c! 8c. ; Oh, I wifh’d that the tear-drop would flow! To which will be added, a complete Index. . hr -¥ I never Lov’d any, Dear Mary, but, you. OU tell me, dear girl, that I’m given to rove, That I {port with éach lafs on the green, That I join in the dance and fing forinets of love, And itill with the faireft am feen. ‘ With my hey derry down, and my hey down derry, Around the green meadows fo blithe aud fomerry 3. With black, brown, and fair I have frolick’d ’tis trué, _ But I never lov’d any, dear Mary, but you. | Eho’ Phillis or Nancy are nam’d in my fong, | __ My eyes will ftill wander to you ; ’ | Not to Phillis or Nancy my raprures belong, | | With my hey derry down, and my hey down derrys Around the green meadows fo blithe and fo merr ) My fongs are of beauty and pleafure’tis true, Ts J | But I never lov’d any, dear Mary, but you, h utalas! ’tis the language of love ; |. My feelings you'd pity, thar language onde known, - Abt leari itall doubts to remove. | With my’hey detry down, and my hey’ down detry Around the green meadows fo blithe and.fo metry, » Se COUP valiant |For I never lov’d any, dear Mary, but you. . The Sailor’s W at'ry Grave. HILE o’er the raging, roaring feas The failor’s heart is fore oppreft.; |» While landimen fafe, in health and éafe} For wives and children we've no, reft ; Tothem, perhaps, ne’er fhall return, Our little favings cannot fave ; _ But we are loft, and they long mourn - ‘Fo you and you only they’re due. iy - In thofe eyes you may read a fond heart all your own, » Yow ne’er find a heart that’s more’ ford or more — i é The failor’s cold, cold wat’ry grave!) \ Nor morn, noon, or night, cou’d a gay moment bring, At threfhing or driving the team or the plough, \ : "No more the blithe lay could I whiftle and fing. erCindidancdtinen oli releat aninte: ' The aivful fcenes that us befall; On failor’s orphans cait a fmile, _ Poorhearts, fhould they for pity call ; To them, perhaps, ne'er to retirn;. Our Jictle favings cannot fave ; Bur we are loft, and they jong moura The failor’s cold, cold wary grave.) i: ~ Td whifile, whiitle, &c. mS Rin Pike oF She was kind to. me once, aye as kind as fhe’s fair, Yn her ears love-lorn ditties I’d frequently ring, Which fhe would admire I vow and declare ; ‘She was pleas’d with the note thar ’d'whiflle and fing.’ in Vd whiftle, whiftle, &c. i ei PUBLISHED at NY 10, BEDFORD-K GW, Dublin, ! : eS 3 rae Where the preceding” Numbers can be had. - ey PGE - ~~ ens. wee 4, i? a ae =~ _ . vw = = P™ mie f ToL rae q oA aR mi > . . Tae, * am ~ +... 2 | ” at ee sean ay ee, Ss es: As eae ee 562 m4 _ ' THE CHARMS OF MELODY. fan oh crea a ‘ Dear Ally, I love hee dak ee : Nobodf ass are . -~ « Lyre ‘Ally, I love thee, I hope there’s no. ; to. force me to fing, it be your intention,” Some one I will hint at, yet nobody mention, Nobody you'll cry, pfhaw, that muft be ftuff, - ‘At fingine, I’m nobody, that’s the firft proof. No, nobbdy, no, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nox harm in that;-_, You are fo witty, fo pretty, fo charming, that When ever I fee thee my heart it goes pitty pat And I grow lean and dry who once was fleek and fat. Saye me, dear Ally, fave me, for I will hang myfelf Y é if you won't have’ me. Nobody’s a name every body will own, ie eee When fomething they ought to be “fham’d of have done; . ; se I’m growna mere floven, who once wasa flirting fop, | "Tisa namewellapplied toold maidsand young beaux, | And my coal black hair, O! you'd take it for a-dirty What they were intended for nobody knows. ) mop, ; : No, nobody, ec. Rani a My face it is parched like an over done mutton chop, 2 Which won’t of gravy afford you one fingle drop. Gravy, gravy, one drop of gravy, fo thin.and dry _ Q! looks your poor Davie. If negligent fervants fhould-china-plate crack, _ The fault is ftill laid on poor nobody’s back ; If accidents happen at home or abroad, When nobody’s blam’d for it, is not that odd? ; | No, nobody, es 2. > cs When firt I was afk’d to take tea with my Ally dear, . J put on my Kerry-ftone buckles and folitaire, Nobody-can tell you the tricks that are play’d, When nobody’s by, betwixt mafter and maid: L{ent for the barber, and cry’d fhave me fir d’ye | She gently crys out, Sir, there'll fsmebody hear us, \ hear, He foftly replies, my dear, nobody’s near us. V’}l give you fix-pence to drink it in ale or beer. No, nobody, &e. Shave me, fhave me, powder and fhaye me, and make me {pruce and fine before you leave me. f Petia Rach bo oie But big with child proving, fhe’s quickly difearded, When favours are granted, nobody's rewarded ; — And when he’s examined, cries, mortals, forbid it, | c If I’m got with child. it was nobody did it. . Oh! then to the place of appointment [ hurried me, No, nobody, &e. 18 ie ey ake Where your bright eyes fo furprifingly worried me, (os ae ae ' - From. that very hour [ thought of no other fhe, When by ftealth, the gallant, the wanton wife leaves, And | moft humbly.do crave you my bride to be, The hufband’s'affrighten’d, and thinks it is thieves; — *, Crave you, crave you, oh! how Icrave you, and | He roufes himfelf, and crys loudly Who's there ? I moft humbly do crave you my bride The wife pats his cheek, and fays, nobody, dear. _ to be. No, nobody, &c. 4 Enough now of nobody, fure has been fung, 4 oy : ‘Sj ? 3 3 ; ! rea me Oh! then will you have me, you dear little knave, es a mn ae ees i a ee ‘ble ne “2 you, ‘ as niet Ne a 1 F >| ae J will your hafband be and never leave you, Since ney aN ay hee nobody’s nam’d. ly firname is Drupe and my chriftian name Davie, Oa PE %y And when we’er married we'll go to Glannavy. Navy, Navy, go to Glannavy, who'll be fo hap , my as Ally and Davie. - a | The Honeft Fellow. . » HO! pox of this nonfenfe, 1 prithee give o’er, P And talk of your Phillis and Chloe no more i. a Their face and theirair,and their mién—whata rout! Here’s to thee, my lad,. pufh the bottle about. / an ree } Hk Here’s to thee, my lad, totheemylad; | W hen in order drawn Up. _ Here’s to thee, ay lad, puth rub ete about. Let finical fops play the fool and the apex). 4 Zz HEN in order drawn up, and adorn’d in his | They dare not confide in the juice of the grape: — beft, » But we honeft fellows—'fdeath !_ who'd ever think If my foldier appears with more grace than the | Of puling for love, while he’s able to'drink? | * reft ; ~~ -Here’sto thee, &c. oa If his gaiters are jet, his accoutrements ‘fine, ji a I ve ‘ If his hair’s tied up tight, and his arms brightly "Tis wine, only wine, thar true pleafure beftows ; ¥ fhine, Our joys. it increafes, and lighrens our woes ; 2 Let him turn, wheel, or face—march, kneel, ftoop, Remember what topers of old us’d to fing, _ or fland, yt — | The man thar is drunk is as great as a king.- - ae “ Anxious ftill-to obey ev’ry word. of command; aa ~ Here's to thee, &e.. Ere¢t like an arrow, or bending his knee, ‘issih, Mis * °Tis nor for the gen'ra’, ’tis all to pleafe me. y 4f Cupid affaults you, there’s law for his tricks; Anacreon’s cafes, fee page twenty-fix > “% | The precedent’s glorious, and:juft, by my foul! Lay hold on, and drown the young dog ina bowl. " ~ “Here’s to thee, : Jf with fmoak and with duft cover’d over by turns, © - ‘To gain a fham height, or falfe baftion he burns;.} ~ ys na df of danger in {pight, and regardlefs of fear, “: | What's life but a frolic, a fong, anda laugh. He rufhes to fight when there's nobody near:' * | My toaft fhall be. this, whilft I’ve liquor to quaff, | In fhort, let him turn, &c. May mirth and good fellowthip.always abound: — ; . Boys, fill up a bumper, and let ir go-round, —* | Diédin. «i % Here’s to’ thee, ‘ ~ ep OM ers : ne - z ie pan ke Eee eee Pos hee ; | Every Man take his Glafs. Cea WQV’RY man take. his glafs in his hand, 2°,» And drink a good health to our king: Many years may he rule o’er. this land; \ _. May his laurels for ever -frefh fpring, | Let wrangling and jangling ftraightway ceafe ; ‘Let every man ftrive for his country’s, peace ; Neither tory nor whig, ; ne _ With’ theic parties look big : | Here’s a health to all honeft men. » ae yak ae Ne : ‘ eae ae fs mot owning, a whimfical name That proves a man loyal and juft: Let him fight for his country’s fame ; Be impartial at home, if in truft. Tis this that proves him an honeft foul: His health we'll drink in a brim-full bowl. — Than let’s leave off debate, ~ ; | No tonfufion: create ; _Here’s a health to all honeft men. ,3 ~ With ibrent to be merry and gay, | Their drovping fpirits to wher, And drown the fatigues of the: day— What madnefs is it thus to difpute, When neither fide can. his man confute ? When you've faid what you dare, You’re but juft where you were. -Here’s a health to all honeft men. When a ores honeftly met, Fs Then agree; ye true Britons, agree, . ‘And ne'er guarrel about a nick-name ; Let your enemies trembling fee That a Briton is always the fame, For our king, our Jaws, ovr church, our right, Let's lay-by all feuds, and ftraight unite : P -Then who.need care -a fig - Who’s a tory or whig? Here’s a health to all honeft men. / \ ae _ When Morn her Sweets. oN HEN morn her fweets fhall firft unfold, : And paint the fleecy clouds with gold, - On utfted green O'let me play, ; And welcome up the jocund day. ~Wak’d by the gentle voice of love, _ Arife, my fair, arife and prove. The dear deligtirs fond lovers know, _ The beft of bleilings here below. To fome clear river’s verdant fide, _ Do thou my happy footfteps guide; ~ In concert with the purling ftream, ~ We'll fing, and love fhall be the theme: _ Ere night aflumes her gloomy_reign, When fhadows lengthen o’er the plain; “We'll to the myrtle grove repair, “For peace and pleafure wait ns there. _. The laughing God there keeps his court, And little loves inceffant fpore; ” Around the winning graces wait, Andicalm contentment guards the feat. ‘There loft in extafies of joy, 4 While tendereft fcenes ourthoughts employ, We'll blefs the hour our. loves begun, h ~ The happy moment made us one. + f : ey *, a ue ie E CHARMS OF ME stinif be \ \ & 7HY hangs that cloud upon thy brow, pe ed tied RO ae ce! et | Be Why Hangs that Cloud. F ‘Fhat beauteous heaven e’er while ferene, _ And mmuft then mankind lofe that light, |. Which in thine eyes was wont to thine, “ _ And lie obfcur’d in endlefs night, e For each poor filly fpeech of mine. Or if I durft profanely try Nor call thy beauty to. its aid. For Venus every heart t’ enfnare, And Pallas with unufual care, To thee, celeftial maid, fecure Yet pitying Heaven not only does But e’en itfelf appeas’d beftows, As the reward of penitence. As ev’ry, other looby. With countenance demurely fet, I doff’d my hat to all I met, Alas! too foon I got a wife; | ~And, proud of fuch a bleffing, . The joy and bufinefs of my life Was kiffing and carefling ; Was Cupid’s humble fervant. The tedious hours beguiling. If Care peeps in, I’m bufy then; I nod, defire he’ll call again, © And am his humble fervant. My antidote is quafiing, I’m ever jovial, gay, and free ; For this is my philofophy ; And fo, your humble, feryant, Bids witdom heighten every grace. Who can-the double pain endure! — Or who muft not refign the field If then to thee fuch pow’r is given, | Let not a wrerch.in torment live, Bur fmile, and learn to copy Heaven, Since we muft fin ere it forgive. Forgive th’ offender and th’ offence, With, Zir, your humble fervant. Since life’s a jeft, as wife ones fay, Tis beft-employ’d in laughing ;. . And, come what frowning cares there may, ~ Dear child, how can I wrong thy name, Since "tis acknowledged ar all hands, That could ill tongues abufe thy fame, Thy beauty can’make large amends ; HEN up to London firft I came, An aukward country booby, - I gap’d, and ftar’d, and did the fame She’s gone, poor girl; and in my Cot, With friend and dortle fmiling, |’ Pd envy not a higher lor, |. Whence do thefe ftorms and tempefts flow, Or what this guft of paffion mean: Thy beauty’s pow’rful charms t’ upbraid, | Thy virtue well might give the lie, With all her charms has deck’d thy face, With Cupid’s bow, and Pallas’ fhield > ~ : When up to London. "Twas “ Charmer! Sweeting! Duck and Dove !”_ And I,-o’er head and ears in love, + 2. = = “= >" ay: ‘ . vena . 364 ‘BALLADS ANCIENT AND MODERN, LEGENDARIES, &e. a Lord William. oo oe rO eye beheld when William plunged ¥ Young Edmond in the ream; | No human ear but William’s heard Young Edmund’s drowning f{cream. Submiffive all rhe vaffals own’d > ‘ The murderet for their Lord ; And he, the rightful heir, paffefs’d The houfe of Erlingford. ‘The ancient houfe of Erlingford Stood midft a fair domain, And Severn’s ample waters near Roll’d through the fertile plain.. And often the way-faring man Would love to linger there, Forgetful of his onward road, To gaze on {cénes fo fair. ' But never could Lord William dare - To gaze on Severn’s ftream ; In every wind that {wept its waves He heard young “dmund’s feream, In vain at midnight’s' filent hour Sleep clofed the murderer’s eyes ; In every dream the murderer faw Young Edmund’s form arife. In vain, by reftlefs confcience driven, Lord William left his home, Far from the fcenes that faw his guilt, In pilgrimage to roam, To other climes the pilgrim fled, But could not fly defpair ; He fought his home again, but peace Was ftill a ftranger there, | Each hour was tedious long, yet {wift The months appear’d to roll ; And now the day return’d that fhook With terror William’s -foul. A day that William never felt Return without difmay, For well had ’confcience kalendar’d Young Edmund’s dying day. A fearful day was that! the rains Fell faft, with tempeft roar, And the fwoln tide of Severn foread Far on the level fhore. In vain Lord William fought the feaft, In vain he quaff’d the bowl, And ftrove with noify mirth to drown The anguith of his foul, , The tempeft as its fudden fivell In gufty howlings came, With cold and death like feelings: feem’d To thrill his thuddering frame. Reluctant now, as nighe came on, His lonely couch he prefs’d ; And; wearied out, he funk to fleep, To fleep, but not to reft. Befide that couch his brother’s form, Lord Edmund, feem’d to ftand, Such and fo pale as when in death He grafp’d his brother's hand: Such and fo pale his face as when, With faint and falcering tongue, To William’s ‘care, a dying charge, He left his orphan fon. —“ TI bade thee,-with a father’s love, ““ My orphan Edmund guard ; ** Well, William, haft chou kept thy charge! * Now take thy due reward.” He flarted up, each limb conyulfed With agonizing fear ; . 4 ; * =‘ Whar ho! He rofe in hafte: beneath the walls —_. ‘Lord William leap’d into the boat, K 2 eee only heard the fiorm of night—_ *T was mufic to his ear. r ¥ - His inmoft foul appals, a Lord William, rife in hafte 1 “ The water faps thy walls !”— Ww hen lol. the voice of aa alarm mer oy He faw the flood appear; .-. . * It hemm’d him round, ‘twas midnight now, No human aid was near. } He heard the fhout of joy, for now 4 A boat approach’d the wall, And, eager to the welcome aid, ~~ They crowd for fafety all. : _ © This dangerous! hafte forbear ! “Wait other aid ; this little bark — ** But one from hence can bear?’—— } —‘* My boat is fmall,” the boatman tried, —‘* Hafte—hafte to yonder: fhore ! ‘* And ample wealth fhall well réward, « Ply fwift and ftrong the oar.’—— The boatman plied the oar, the boat == === Went light along the ftream; Sudden Lord William heard a cry Like Edmund’s drowning ftream. The boatman paus’d—“ methought I heard “ A child’s diftrefsful ery !”— —“ ?Twas but the howling wind of night,” Lord William made reply. | “ Hafte, hafte—ply fwift and ftrong the oar! “* Hafle—hafte acrofs the ftream !”— Again Lord William heard a cry Like Edmund’s drowning feream. —“* [heard a child’s diftrefsful feream,”— The boatman cried again, —‘ Nay, haften on—the night is dark— “And we fhould fearch in’ vain.””— — Oh God!’ Lord William. do thou know “ How dreadful ’tis to die ?” “ And can’ft thou without pity hear ** A.child’s expiring cry ? *€ How horrible it is to fink “* Beneath the. chilly ftream, To firerch the powerlefs arms in vain, “ In vain for help to {cream ?”—= ‘ “ | The fhriek again was heard. - It came More deep, more piercing loud ; That inflant o’er the flood the moon Shone through a broken. cloud... “. And near them they beheld a: child Upon a crag he ftood, A little crag, and all.around Was fpread the rifing flood. The boatman plied the oar, the boat Approach’d his refling place, |» The moon-beam fhone upon the child And. fhow’d how pale his face. » —‘* Now reach thine hand? the boatman Cried, _ “* Lord William reach and fave !?— The child ftretch’d forth his tittle hands, | To grafp the hand he gave. Then William fhriek’d ; the hand he touch’d Was cold, and damp, and dead! He felt young &dmund in his arms, A lreavier weight than heady ; _ The beat funk down, the murderer funk. - Beneath the avenging fream;° Por faddle-tr Siaire, reach’d had he, be His journey to begin, | When turning round about his face, : Three cuftomers came in... So down he came 5 for lofs of time, _ Although it grieved him fore, Yer lofs of pence, full well he knew, - Wow’ grieve him fill much more, Twas long before the Nihon ars Were fuited to their mind, When Betty fcream’d into his ears— ie The wing, is left behind !? B< Good lack quoth heyy is: yet Brisas ‘ My lea hern bele likewife, ° . “In which I bear my ctrufty {word | et * When I do exercife, fi Bsmack went the whip, round went the wheels, , it me, LOIS a ey te Now Mrs. Gilpinpccentehit foul! as Had two ftone bottles found, f Td hold the Jiquor which (He lov'd, And keép. it fafe and found. 0 fi Each bottle had two curling ears, Through which the belt he drew ; He hung one bottle on. each fide, a To make his” balance | true, Then over all, that he might be: Kquipp’d from top to toe, | - His long red cloak well: brufh’d and neat, He manfally did throw. 4: Now fee him mounted once again Upon his nimble fteed, Fall flowly pacing o’er the flones, W ith caution’ and good’ heed. si But finding foon a fopcrties Sah Beneath kat well-fhod’ feer, ' The f{norting beaft began to trot, Which gail’ him in his’ feat. y ‘ So, fair and folly, ohn did cey, But John ‘he cry’d in wain ; rc That trot became a gallop foon — In fpite: of curb or rein, 4 So ftooping down, as he en mut Who cannot fit uprighr, ‘And eke with all his might. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought, , Away went ‘hat and wig; ., He little dreamt, when he fer out, Of running fuch a Fg. The horfe, who never had before Been handled in this kind, Affrighted fled; .and, as he flew, Left all the world. behind, The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like ftreamer long and gay ; Till loop and button, failing both, At laftit flew away. ? ‘Then might all people well difvern The Borales he had flune; A bottle fwinging at each fide, i As has been faid or fung. © Up flew the windows all; And evry foul cry’d out, ‘ Well done!’ As loud as they could bawl. Away went Gil pin—who but he! His fame foon fpread around— . ‘ He carries: weight !~-he rides a race !— ‘Tis for a thoufand pound! Ores And ftill, as faftsas he drew near, ’Twas wonderful to. view, ‘How, in a trice, the turnpike-men Their gates wide | open threw. And now as he. went bowing down His reeking head full low, The bottles twain behind his back, Were fhatter’d at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Moft piteous to be feen, And made his horfe’s flanks to fmoke, As he had bafied been. ST — “© He grafp’d the mane with both his hands, ? . The dogs did bark, the children {creana’d, TR Re ee Bante ct the ed ALS Mths pobttng Ray TNS Le e Vee ey 1, aD < ~ TONE a pe ea Lee ewe Seems TT he ’ , c . i . t ‘ av «ct 368 BALLADS awcttt avn moveRs, LEGENDARIES, &e, But ftill he feem’d tw carry weight, With leathern girdle brac’d;_ For ftill thé bottle necks were Ick Both dangling’ at ‘his waift. Thus, all through merry Tflington, Thefe garhbols he did play, And till he came unto the Wath Of Edmonton fo gay. And there he thtew the wath about On both fides of the way; Juft like tinto a ttundling-mop, Or a’ wild-goofe at play. At Edmonton his loving wife, From the balcotty {pied _ Her tender hu Be wond ring much To fee how he did ride. a : © Stop, flop, John Gilpin! here’s the houfe!” They all at once did cry; ‘ The dinner waits,,and We are tired!’ Said Gilpin, ‘ fo am I?” Bur, ah! his horfe was not a whit Inclin’d to tarry there ; . For why ?>—his owner had a houfe Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow fwift he flew, Shot by an archer ftrong ; So did he fly—which brings me to The middle of my fong. | ee Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And fore againft his will, Till at his friend’s, the calender’s, © His horfe at laft ftood ftill. The calender, furpriz’d to fee His friend in fuch a trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accofted him— * What news? what news ?—the tidings tell, ‘ Make hafte and tell me all! * Say, why bare-headed you are come, * Or why you come at all? Now Gilpin hada pleafant wit, And lov’d a timely “joke ; And thus, unto the calender, In merry ftrains he fpoke— ‘ F came becaufe your horfe would come; “ And, if I well forbode, y hat and wig will foon be here; ‘ They are upon the toad.’ The calender right glad to find His friend in merry pin, Return’d him not a fingle word, But to the houfe went in: Whence ftraight ‘he carne with hat and wig, / A wig that droop’d behind, A hat net much the worfe for wear: Each comely in its ‘kind. He held them up; and, in his ta Thus fhew'd his ready wit— ., eer * My head is twice as big as your’s, * They therefore needs muft ft. * But let me ferape the dirt awa * That hangs about your face a * And flop and eat—for Well you may * Be in a hungry cafep Said Jolin—* It is my ‘weddinp-day, * And folks would gape and fare, ‘If wife fhould dine at Ldmonton, ‘ And I fhould dine at Ware? Then {peaking to his horfe, he faid, ‘[ am in hdfte th diffe: © 1 ‘ Twas for your pleafure yo tame hefe, ° * You thall go back for tnine:’ | Ah! lucklefs word and bootlefs ‘boaft, For which he paid ‘fall ded; } For while he fpoke, a braying als Did fing moit loud and clear: Whereat his horfe did fnort, as if He heard a lion roar, : And gallop’d off, with ali ‘hié might - As he had done before. Away went Gilpin-wand away» Went Gilpin’s hat and wig ; . LHe tof them fooner than at. firlt: - For why ?—they were too big. Now ,Gilpin’s wife, when fhe had ofeen ier hufband pofting down,” ©» Into the coumry far away, She pull’d out half-a-crown; - And thus unto the ‘youth ‘he faa That drove them ‘to the Bell, > , ‘ This fhall ‘be yout’s, when you bring back ‘ My hufband fafe and weil? . 1 1 The youth did ride and foon they met; ’ He try’d to ftop John’s horfe, By feizing fait the flowing rem, But only made things worfe. For, not performing whar he meant, And gladly would have done, And made him fafter run. 1 He thereby frighted Gilpin’s ‘horfe, , Away went Gilpin—and ‘away Went poft-boy at his heels ; | The poft-boy’s horfe right Glad to ‘mifs The ‘umber of the wheels. ’ Six gentlemen’ upon the toad, Thus feeing Gilpin fly, With poft-boy fcamprring in the rear, They rais’d the hue-and-cry. — Not one of them was mute; So they and all that pafs that way Soon join’d in the ‘purfwit. ; * Stop thief !—ftop thief!—a highwayman P | But all the tutnpike-gates again Flew open in fhort fpace ; | The men ftill thinking, as before, That Gilpin rode a race: 1 And fo he did a won it too, For he got firft to town: Coraper ~ Nor ftopp’d till where he firft got up “f He did again get down, a Now let us fing—‘ Long lire the hing; a ‘ And Gilpin, long live hes ~~ a - * May I be there to feet? ‘ And when he next does ride abroad, ‘ . q 3 ' EN MEDLEY. ; The Play of the Publither is to embody in‘ one GiandF olio Volume, all thé ‘Songs, anciént and ‘modern, in ‘the Englifh Language, ; 0 worth preferying—formitg an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental) War, Hu; tirg, Bacchanalian, Humorows, Sea, and Political i Songs; as well as Old Englith, Irith, Scotch and GermanBallads, Legendaries, &c. &c.——T 0 which will be added, a complete Index. is “t ; . : i : Freth and Strong. yore You bid my Fair Coiiceal, &e. _. JQRESH and ftrong the breéze is blowing, NV ed al sats eee’ rae Re ei As yon fhip at anchor rides, | , Think: he Brea ey ey ane at the rare Sullen waves inceflant flowing oi Thin of . nee ee i ene ( Rudely dath againft its fidés;° | Al ge ae an BUR op fi _ So my heart its courfe impeded, Ni ae alone ei et om ‘ea ak ns e . Beats in my pereurbed breaft, . fas Tees Obey ha gene mes a | eas rae manda nuas, forbear, , oh) Pte Sit AOE: Mid& burning, midi burning to complais, ; oe aie ae Go bid the flaves who ferter’d are, > : Come then, lover, friend, protect me, Go bid the flaves who fetrer’d are, By thy kindnefs dry my tears 5° | Forget their galling chain, their chata, , _ Ah! fupport me, guide, dire&@ ree, | Forget their galling chain, theit chain, &e. § Huth my donbfs and lu!l my fears: \ © So my heart with pleafire clowing, .° ~ iogualie ced Nae Down ‘ife’s fireacn, thall fonaci et} slide, Shou’d they obey, ftill greater far, As yon tall bark with flreamers flowing; | : The torments, the torments which I feel, | Spreads its fails and’ cleaves the ride, Love’s' fires than fevers fiefcet are, : nk oe Love’s fires than fevers fiercer~are, wn Love piércés mote than fieel) than fleet, | x RUPEE eran: ae -} Love pierces more than fteel, &c, Be When Kind Friends, &c. ' ~{. Pain but the pee can controul, . Bosc Seay ate Reha ne ke Phe thotighrs, the thoughts no cords ¢ar bind, | t a! 2a Love is a fever of the foul; é Oa ver THEN kind friends expect a fong, Love is a févét of the foul, e ial ee eee: A’ chain that-holds the mind, the mind, . - a | WL See a dl ene A chain that holds the mind, rhe mind) &e. | i who gives each his liking. Ai of ; wy ae i Hl fy ; 5 Patriots ‘like to get a place, . \ The courtiers theirs to keep ; a i Country “fquires to drink and chafe, , A Soldier for me..- Ree ‘ | \ And. cits to eatand fleep, : . ; ‘g ie . \ROM -my cradle a foldier was all my de lohr, Parfons like a bithoprick,. ) y F His fafly was lo'gay, and his gorget fo bright; / _ _ Gamblers like to bubble 5 ‘then the charming red coat; and more chatrning ; _ Dodtors like to fee triends fick, - céckade, ° ! . ay _ ~ Lawyers theirs in crouble. : Sac alike Cou'd ne’ér be refitted by widow or maid: shi ii: NaN eae! \ ea - Afoldier fo noble, fo gallane and ayy _ Soldiers like both peace and pay, That a foldier will always the bell bear away. i When fighting: is no more 3 si ; Sailors like a road to itray, i "Twas his drefs, twas his’ air, ’twas his beauty alone 3 ~ For gold to wath athore. - i mat Thar wonmy fond/heart,and firft made me his own; P (a ian eh a | ~| But thofe: charms which firit caught me now vanith ’ Raddy: bullies. like to-blufter, Saye : in air, hae AAT A SS a _ Pale beaux to feem polite ; For his valour, arid: worth, and his heart he is dear. © Train-band captains like a mufter, - Se fe : A Soldier fo noble, &e. 6 | . Butonetther like to fight. ess ets ss Sie | ‘ Ye fair Britith maids, your protéots reward; (Ladies tike—a. thoufand things, Who leave fofter’ pleafures your fatery to guard ; ih But yet it were not well; — ~ te . No ‘critelry here let your heroes eer mourn, He who for his pleafure fings, Bt Let the funthine of fimiles gild the foldier’s return ! Should all their likings telly | sf ) ; A Soldier fo nobté: Xe, PUBLISHED at N° 10, BEDFORD-RGW, Dublin, CN » . Where the preceding Numbers can be had, “ i 4 f h 2 Kk : R i y . z ‘ aS . % - : ‘ . ; 2 é = ne : 7 4 ~ ere : poo AS a ; “ a may se 4“ Pe a SE Ort, Ne ee ee THE CHARMS:OF MELODY... = 5 370 * »* The Beauteous Louifa. ~ EE the park throng’d with beauties, the tamult’s | begun And right-honor’d knayes talk of conquefts they’ve .-won'g . But view yon pale damfel, and mark her fad air, Tis the beauteous Louifa, once virtuous as fair; Nor fpurn her, ye virgins, who fhone like a fun, Ere the beatiteous Louifa by man was undone, . A titled defpoiler this peerlefs maid found, ‘ And with fpecious pretences her innocence drown’d ; But having grown weary and cloy’d of her charms, The titled feducer expell’d her hisarms: B’en the conqueft hard won he infults with his breath, . ‘ Though the beauteous Louifa is pining to death. Though numbers yet offer rich proofs of their love, The penitent victim againit them is ftrove ; : Betray’d and abus’d by the man fhe ador’d, She now only wifthes her honor reftor’d: But, alafs! haplefs fair one, thy withes are vain! And the heart-broke Louifa is left to complain. Bat chance when the fpoiler fhall hear fhe’s no more, The fate of Louifa e’en he may deplore ; _ ‘The breaft that could fpurn her may then heave a bapa: And with the fair bloffom fill on it might lie; But, ah! then how fruitlefs his love-proffer’d terms, When the beauteous Louifa’s a prey to the worms! ' A New Hunting Song. | URORA, now fummon the lads of the courfe, Ye humers from flumb’ring arife ; Behold how the fun in full fplendor beams forth, How ruddy and bright feem the fkies! Then mount your fleet fteed—to the meadows repair, No pleafure furpafles the fight of the hare. ; The fluggard that dozes his life-time away,’ | And cenfures-the joys we partake ; May ftrut fora while,in the fun-fhine of day, But we deem his blifs—a miftake! As we bound o’er the heath, blooming health marks the face, _ And the horn’s mellow notes but enliven the chafe. The fopling may boaft of his beauty and eafe, And’ play with his miftreffe’s fan ; Let him look in his giafs—the reflection may pleafe, Tho’ he’s more an ape than a man! Unkennel rhe hounds, to the meadows: repair, And let us, enraptur’d, give chafe to the hare. Through life we fome kind of paftime purfue, The fatefman will dwell on the laws ; The ericic will tell you what learning can do, While the lawyer will gain a bad caufe. But we more exaired, breashe joy in the vale, And taiie true delight in a jug of mild ale! Diana commands, now ye fportfmen arife, Vhe huntfmen the fummons proclaim ; Away to the woods, where the fox clofely lies, The fcent is now frefh on the plain, Since the fun gilds the eaft, and the morning is bright, Let the fports of the day crowa with rapture the night. a S So aa ‘2 s oa < vwwe S * ‘ ~~ = i | nee eae 2k ne ra ot 4 ere 7 eel a hee TINE yt) | ‘And he Paid mie‘to buy him a halter, | i ) ‘ And he paid me, &c: A Jock Tar all his rhino but me at an end, A Witha pleafure fo hearty and ww illing, en hongry himfelf; toa poor diftrefs'd friend, _ With’d it hundreds, and gave his laft fhilling, With’d it hmpd reds; &e. Twas the wife of his » metSematey whofe eliftening eyé, ' With pleafure ran o’er as the piegee me; ‘She chang’d me for bread, as her child ithe heard | cry, And at parting with tears fhe bedew? d me, ; And a parting, &c: Bur ve her fcenes known, tior leading the way, Pale want their poor ‘families chil inet Where rakes in their revels, the piper to pay, Have fpurn’d me, their beft friend and kaft fhil- © ane Have {purn’ d me, &c. ‘Thou thyfel f haft been thoughtlefs, for profligates bail, Bur to morrow all care fhalt thou bury, When my little hiftory thou offereft for fale, In the interim, {pend me, and be merry! In the interim, &c. , Xever, And gratetul thy dictates fulfilling, - AY in hoard thee in my hearr—thus men counfel refufe, Till the leure comes from the laft fhilling, / sites Till the leCture, &e. “ - ‘Dibdin. 3) ¥, Do! ie ae rE CHARMS or MELODY. ee, \ 5 the boaft of the brave; | Till at length prot to juftice, rhe law cheated - never, ied I, thou’rt my Mentor, my mufe, , be * ote V9 6 ee Mee Tar Gree), Ss ee yea mn ee, ee a Gane ae A OSMELLIA the fair, Of the virtues the care, - Loved a youth, who her paffion return’d ; But his country’s wrongs call’d him forth to the field, He {wore he’d her portrait with'life only yield, And the oath on her lips with fervency feal'd ; As with love and wich glory he burn’d. And I, cried the dame, we pe If I fully my fame, Or of love lift to.any advance + Or ere to another my tender love plight, .') Of my infamous nuptials oh may the vile night, Be defpair and fell horror inftead of delight ; ~. Worfe than damfel ere knew in romance, \ \ When the cock crows away, And the morning looks Brey, May thy faite come on thy whité fteed s : Surrounded by fairy, hobgoblin and forite, That to Mae and to territy, torment and fright, And to torture falfe lovers take horrid delight ae fear my form to requite the vile deed. Mer love rode away, Oh ominous day, As fhe\bade him ten thoufand adieus ; The Curfew and the bittern.with difconnance fell, Through cranny and cavern and hollow and cell, ; From the fhore to the church yard re-echoed the ell; : OF the fcreech owl that {creamed i in the yews. | | A Baron of land Who had long fought her hand, To trouble her peace, fortune fen’ : Her father fhe feared, as the eagle, the dove, He fwore no entreaties his purpofe fhould move, Oh pity the conflict, rwixt duty and love, She wept and the gave her confent. / Now the fatal night came, ‘Oh pity the dame: She thrieked and lamented ad, And now by her fide, as her proud hafband flepr, With horror and loathing ata diftance fhe creps, } And thé moaned and fhe cried and wail’d and fhe wept, Bae fhe wiatedl herfelf laid in her fhroud. The cock crew away, The morning. was grey, She uttered a horrible fcream ; And flew to the windew where on his white fteed, No goblin, nor ghoft, but her lover indeed, Sat prepared fis dear bride to the alter to lead; Oh heaven, cried fhe ’twas a dream ! ¢ The Bride maids.fo gay, | Now to church lead the way, ' ; And now with you the moral pray take ; « All your vows oh ye maidens religioully keep, Nor heed how ye moan, and ye wail, and ye we cep, _For injuries ¢ and wrongs done to lovers: afleep, ; 50 you're conftant wick true when, awake, ‘The Spesire. ee , /“— ee =r?” (‘eee Se eat eae” Roe , se hee a AT a» eae ert ~ - 372° BALLADS ancr&xt 3 ‘p mopERN, LEGENDARIES, St. , " | : ¥ fs = 9 a < Aerie S The Defcent.of Odin. we PROPHETESS. i \ ¥ JPROSE the King of Men vith fpeed, : And faddled ftraight his coal-black fteed : ‘Down the yawning fteep be rode; | "That leads to Hela’s drear abode. * Him the Dog of Darknefs {pieds; Seth -His-fhaggy throat he open’d wide, 7 _ While from ‘his jaws, with carnage fill’d, Foam and hurnan gore diftill’d : . ‘Hoarfe he-bays with hideous din, Eyes that. glow, and fangs that grin; And long purfues, with fruiclefs yell, The! Father of the powerful fpell. Onward ftill his way he takes, ~ . - “a (( Phe groaning eacth beneath him ‘fhakes,) Tul fuil before bis fearlefs eyes The portals nine of Hell.arife. In Hoder’s*hand the Hero's doom ; His brother fends him to theitomb. ‘Now-my weary lips I:clofe: - Ba gre ‘Leave me, leave me'to repofe, ©. o. A . e Sid ? 7 ODEN. B. Prophetefs, my {pell obey, 3 Once again athe and fay, etd Who th’ Avenger of his guilt, - rer ‘By whom fhall Hoder’s blood: be fpilt? E “‘PROPHETESS, - ‘In the caverns of the weft, By Odin’s fierce embrace comprefs’d, A wond’rous boy fhall Rinda bear,’ ‘ Who ne’er‘fhallcomb hig raven-hair, oe Nor wath his vifage in the Pream,. Nox fee the fun’s departing beam, Till he on Hoder’s corfe fhall imile, © Flaming: on the funeral pile. — _Now my weary lips I clofe, _ 19 ip pey Leave.me, leave ‘me to-repofe. Hi ef ‘Right againft rhe eaftern gate, By the mofs-growh pile, he fate; “Where long of yore to.fleep was laid ‘The duft of the prophetic Maid. Facing to the northern elime, Thrice he traced the Runic rhyme ; Thrice pronoune’d, in accents dread, The thrilling yerfe thar wakes the dead.;_ Tul from out the-holloty ground ‘Slowly breath’d.a fullenfound, 4 - i a 2 t , ~ PROPHETESS, gees eae Ric) ; att Yet awhile my call obey ; \ Prophetefs, awake, and fay, Paiiea it What Virgins thefe, in fpeechlefs woe, = That bend to earth their folemn brow, — - ‘What call unknown, what charms, prefume To break the quiet of the tomb? | Who thus afflicts my troubled {prite, And drags-me from the realms of night? Long on thefe mouldering bones have beat ‘The winter’s fhow, the fammer’s heat, The drenching dews, and driving rain! Let me, let me fleep again. Who is he, with voice unblefs’d, Calls me from the bed of reft? That their flaxen trefes tear, | And fnowy veils that float in air. - Tell me whence their forrows rofe.: Then I leave thee to repofe, eta Seon FY ‘ foes) & 4 , a ’ - as Pe ; i ; _* PROPHETRSS, ai ODIN. i ae SAA ; . | Hat no Traveller art thou, a . hoa A thee aula | | King of Men, I know thee now ; - | $ he-that calls, a warrior’s fon. | Mightieft of a mighr line— ; Y Thou the deeds of light fhalt know; . ti “5 me eth i is es ; Tell me what is-done below, . Del 2 OER BERNE. eg ot For whom yon glittring board is fpread, a heh re AS ORY eee 3 Drefs’d for whom yon golden bed? , SEs A Si AOR SOREL RRP ; 4 : | No boding Maid of Hill dipine aap a Art thou, nor Prophetefs of goods . PROPHETESS, . ee 1B . : eRe f But mother of the gtant-brood! ; Mantling in the goblet fee i katate ty! iS The pure bev’rage of the bee; (a Pe ‘ O’er it hangs the thield of gold ; r PROPHETESS, Tis the drink of Balder bold s~ Oy en ei ae te 7 Balder’s head to death is given, Hie thee hence, and boalt ar home, — i Pain can reach the Sons of Heaven! That never fball enquirer come “phy ‘i Unwilling I my lips unclofe : Leave me, leave.me-to re pofe. |- To break my iron fleep again:!> |S | | Till Lok * has burft his tén-fold chain; > : Never, till fubflantial Night. = Has reaffumed her ancient right; ° Till wrapp’d in flames, in ruin hurl’d, ¢ Sinks the fabric of the world. é \ ODIN. - ‘ ray “Once again my call obey. Prophetefs, arife, and fay, What dangers Odin’s child await, Who the author of his fate? rs * Lok is the Evil Being, who continues in chains til! the 7 light of the Gods approaches; when he frall break his'bonds;, the human race, the flars, and fun, thall difeppear; the earth Gnk im. the feas, and fire confume the’ fries: even Odin himfe}f, and-hi kindred deities, thal) perith. For a farther explanation of this m thology, fee “ Introduétion 4 I’Hiftore de Dannemarc, pat Mallet,””.1755, quarto; orzather a ‘tranflation of it publifhed i 1779, and entitled; ‘* Northern Antiquit-es;”. in which fome me takes ia the original are judicioudy corrected. ye a c & - . ‘ 7 a* ‘ : ee, * ? * Niflbeimr, the hell of the Gothic nations, confilted-of nine worlds, to which were’ devoted ali fuch as died of ficknefs, old age, ‘or by any other means than in battle, Over it prefided Hela,. ‘Goddefs of Deathe was P " THE R MS OF MELC Sa REN MER IE Be The Pian of the Publifher is to embody in one Grand Folio Velume, all the Songs, ancient and modern worth preferving—-forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Buating, Bacchanalian, Songs; as wellas Old Englith, Irifh, Scotch and German Ballads, Moorings. ‘VE heard, cried a friend, that you tars tack and tack, And at fea what danger befel yon, But i don’t know what’s moorings. What don’t you! cries Jack ; Man your ear-tackle, then, and I’Il tell you. ‘Suppofe you'd a daughier quire beautiful grown, And, in fpite of her tears and implorings, ‘Some fcoundrel abus’d her, and you knock’d him f down, Why, d’ye fee, he’d be fafe at his moorings. th life’s voyage fhould you traft a falfe friend with ; the helm, . _-‘Phetop-lifts of his hearr all akimbo, | A tempeft of treach’ry your bark will o’erwhelm, ‘And your moorings will foon be in limbo: Bur, if his heart’s timbers bear up againtt pelf, And he’s jaft in his reck’nings and {coreings, He'll for you keep a look-out the fame as himfelf, _ And you'll find iw his friendthip fafe moorings. ‘, i, ; : Car x ee ‘ If wediock’s your port, and your mate true and kind, __ [In all weathers*will ftick to her duty, A calm of contentment fhall beam in your mind, _ Safe rnoor’d in the hayen of beauty: ‘But if fome frifky fkiff, crank at every joint, _. That liftens to vows and adorings, Shape your courfe how you will, fill you'll make -cuckel!d’s point, To lay up like a beacon at moorings, es fc A glutton’s fafe moor’d, head and ftern by the gout ; ___A drunkard’s moor’d under'the table ; Tn fraws drowning’ men will hope’s anchor find out, While a hair’s a philofopher’s cable: | Thus mankind are a fhip, life a boifterous main, ___ OF fate’s billows where all hear the roarings, . k 5 ain, Till death brings us all to our moorings, % is PUBUIS . Legendaries, &c. &c.—To which wi! Where for one calm of pleafure we've ten florms of Dibdin. | HED at N“IO; BEDFORD-ROW, Dy Where the preceding Numbers can be had, » in the Englith Language, Humorous, Sea, and Political | be added, a complete Index. The Orohan Boy. i a poor haplefs youth near a diffant town bred, And my friends I have loft and my parents are dead, : So hither I came your protetion to gain, O'don’t let me atk that prote@tion in vain. How kind was my father, my mother how good, How: neat otr {mall cottage, clofe under the wond,. But now all are loft, your protection I’d gain, © don’t let meé afl that protection in vain, To vice and to folly I yet am unknown, And nature has mark’d me a child of her own, How happy fhould | your protection but gain, O:don’t let me atk that protection in vain. Since virtue and pity plead loudly my caufe, In each gentle breaft let me hope for applaufe, Moft graceful Tl be if this boon I obtain, ‘Then don’t let me afk for protection in vain. The Rofe. HE rofe had been wafh’d—juft wath’d in a thower, Which Mary to Anna convey’d; The plentiful moifture incumberd the flower, And weigh’d down its beautiful head’: The cup was all fill’d, and the leaves were all wet, And it feem’d, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds, it had left with regret, | On the flourifhing bufh where it grew. I haftily feiz’d it, unfit as it was For a nofegay, fo dripping and drown’d, And fwinging it rudely—too rudely, alas! ' I fnapp’d it—it fell to the ground: : : 46 And fuch,” I exclaim’d, is the pitilefs part, “« Some act by the delicate mind, Regardiefs of wringing and breaking,a hearc ** Already to forrow réfign’d. ¢ an “ This elegant rofe, had I fhaken it lefs, ** Might have bloom’d with the owner awhile, And the tear that is wip’d with a little addrefs, ** May be follow’d perhaps by a fmile.” ¢ a Cowper. bling 2 Sai 374 ¢ Nancy. : . AYHAP you have heard that as dear as their lives, All true-hearted tars love their fhips and their wives, To their duty like pitch flicking clofe till they die, And whoever wants to know it, Ill tell em for why, One thro’ dangers and ftorms brings me fafely afhore, 'T’other welcomes me home when my danger is o’er, Both foothing the ups and the downs of this life, For my fhip’s call’d the Nancy, the Nancy, the Nancy, the Nancy, and Nancy’s my wife; " My fhip’s call’d the Nancy, and Nancy’s my wife. When Nancy my wife o’er the lawn feuds fo nea t, And fo light the proud grafs fearcely yields to her feet; So rigg’d out, and fo lovely, ’t’n’t eafy to trace, Which is reddeft, her top knot, her fhoes, or her face, While the neighbours to fee her forget all their cares, And are pleas’d that fhe’s mine, tho’ they wifh fhe ~ was theirs: Marvel not then to think of this joy of my lifes I my ‘hip calls the Nancy, for Nancy's my wife. As for Nancy my veffel, but fee her in trim, She feems through the ocean to fly and not {wim : Fore the wind like a dolphin fhe merrily plays, She goes any how well, but fhe looks beft in fays, Scudding, trying, or tacking, ’tis all one to fhe, Mounting high, or low funk in the trough of the fea, She has fav’d me from many hard fqueaks for my life, So I call her the Nancy, ’caufe Nancy’s my wife. When fo fweet in a dance carelefs glides my heart's queen, She fets out and fets in far beft on the green, So of all the grand fleet my gay veffel’s the flower, She out fails the whole tot by a knot in an hour, Then they both fail fo cheerful thro’ life’s roaring breeze, All hearts with fuch pilots muft be at their eafe ; Then I’ve two kind protediors to watch me thro’ life, My good fhip the Nancy, and Nancy my wife. Then thefe hands from protecting them who fhall de- bar, Ne’er ingratitude lurk’d in the heart of a tar, Why ev’ry thing female from peril to fave Is the nobleft diftin¢tion that honor’s the brave ; While a rag, oratimber, or compafs I boaft, Dll protect the dear creature againft a whole hoft ; Still grateful to both to the end of my life, ' My good fhip the Nancy, and Nancy my wife. — Dibdin. Variety. SK you who is finging here, A Who fo. blithe can thus appear, I’m the child of joy and glee, And my name’s Variety. Ne’er have I a clouded face, Swift I change from place to place, Ever wand’ring, ever free, And my name’s Variety. ah Like a bird that tkims the air, Here and there, and every where, Sip my pleafure’s like a bee, Nothing’s like Variety. — ie ® Wa eae +. MS 7 oe ; - *Beneath the glitrring ftar; © i " MELODY. AS Sates aA * 7 T’ve lov’d many i hatace fair. . bec lov’d Rany a maiden fair, © a e Of names that fo much vary, L fearcely know which caus’d my: cdtexe ur “Whe. Of Fanny, Befs, or Mary ; ee But happy I! for not a thing © . “ Can meet me fo contrary, That will not make me think and fing Of Fanny, Befs, and Mary. With a heigho! heigho! ~ I always was, from boy to man, Well pleas’d to toy with any—_ Now if a ‘ady flap her fan, Why—firaight I think of Fanny— Dear Fanny I remember yer, No lafs fo fmart and pretty— Bur if you offer mea bet, “Why then I think of Betry. » yo j With a heigho! heigho! Then Betty fhe is all my theme,. So found, fo plump, and jolly—> But if 1 ‘hear a parrot fcream, : It makes me think of Polly. Thns happy I! while fcarce a thing Can meet me fo contrary, | es That will not make me think and fing F Of Fanny, Befs, or Mary. With a heigho! heigho! ae eae oe bye +: Z he ae i * The Tranquil Thatch, ; YOU fay my cottage, incomplete, Yields not the joys of life: 9 1 love th’ unfinifh’d blefs’d retreat, — I love its gueft—-my wife. ae Beneath the thatch content can fleep, © And labour reaps its joys; For others woes alone I weep, No care my breaft annoys aT un eee ciple, ee The gilded roof, the vaulted dome, 79 The maffy pile of plate; ; Befpeaks, I’ grant the fplendid home, — —But envy preys on ftate. er) Be mine to boaft the tranquil thatch, Content, domeftic eafe; — a ae Tho’ grandeur fcorns to lift the latch, Has rallies joys like thefe? = =| Mark too, how throbs the courtier’s bre ma A vam. to ‘peaceful reff; * ~ With calm delight at war, . : sis R. : : ca fmoke that tops the trees _ » Reveals the lov’d retreat; - e And watted by the pafling breeze, Shews happinefs complete. — aie Mkt Sg. } ms elie Te Neighbour Sly. HE pafling-bell was heard to toll! John wail’d his lofs with bitter cries s parfon pray’d for Mary’s foul, he fexton hid her from all eyes. - a. And, art thou gone? a Cry’d wretched John ; O dear, ’ewill kill me—I am dying ; . Cry’d neighbour Sly, While fianding by, _ Ob! how this world is given to lying. _ The throng retir’d ; John left alone, _.. He meditated ’mongf the tombs, _ And {pelt out on the mould’ring ftones, _« What friends were gone to their long homes. You're gone before, _ : Cry’d John, no more! _ ithall come foon—i’m almoft dying ; -. Cry’d neighbour Sly, , | | Still ftanding by, Oh! how this world is given to lying. : Here lies the bones, Heaven’s will be done! Of farmer Slug—reader would’ft know, ~ Who to his mem’ry rais’d this ftone ;— _ *Pwas his difconfolate widow ! Cry’d John, Oh, oh, To her I'll go; _ No doubt with grief the widow’s dying ; Bt Cry’d neighbour Sly, | Still flanding by, Oh! how this world is given to lying. Their mutual grief was fhort and {weet ! ' Scarcely the paffing-bell had ceas’d When they were fped :—the fun’ral meat | “Was warm’d up for the marriage feaft ; ; _ They vow’d and {wore, Now o’er and o’er, hey ne’er would part till both were dying! ee Cry’d neighbour Sly, a Ie ; e : - 3 Still flanding by, ? yh how this world is given to lying. Po | . Again, to hear the paffing-bell, os John now a fort of hank’ring feels ; > _ Again, his helpmate brags how well She can trip up a hufband’s heels ; 4 Again to the tomb P _ Each longs to come, _ Again with tears, and fobs, and fighing ; i: For neighbour Sly, " Again to cry, : Oh! how the world is given to lying. "4 er & 2 Neptune and Britannia. HYANISH’D to fome -haplefs ifle, ¥ Be contention’s direful band ; _ May {weet peace and commerce {mile, In fair Freedom’s happy land. - May the warrior reft his arms, In bright honour’s facred dome; ' Free from all but love’s alarms, - May he reft.in peace at home, _ "THE CHARMS OF MELODY. RD IS ee Super sae OP ere ay x“ Love and Time. ee was a little blooming boy, Fond, innocent, and true ; His ev'ry fmile was fraught with Joy, And ev’ry joy was new, Till ftealing from his mother’s fide, The urchin lott his way, And wand’ring far o’er deferts wide, Thus weeping pour’d his lay. O Tirne! Pll drefs thy locks of fhow With wreaths of fragrant flowers, And all that rapture can beftow Shall deck thy fleeting hours, But for one day, one little day, Thy wings in pity {pare, That { may homeward bend my Way For all my wreaths are there. Time, cheated by his tears and fighs, The wily God confeft, When, foaring to his native tkies, He fought his mother’s breatt. Short was his blifs, the treach’rous boy, Was hurl’d from clime to clime, And found amidft his proudeft Joy, He'd {till the wings of Time. Mrs. Robinfon. Lucy Gray. (YET 1 had heard of Lucy Gray, QO And when { crofs’d the wild, I chanc’d to fee at break of day The folitary child. No mate, no comrade, Lucy knew; She divelt on a wild moor, | The fweeteft thing that ever grew Befide a human door. You yet may fpy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green: But the fweet face of Lucy Gray - Will never more be feen. “ To night will be a ftormy night, You to the town mutt go, And take a lantern, child, to light Your mother thro’ the fnow.” “ That, father! will I gladly do; ’Tis fcarcely afternoon The Minfter-clock has juft ftruck two, And yonder is the moon.” i. At this the father ya’d his hook, — And fnapp’d a faggot band ; He plied his work, and Lucy took =! The lantern in her hand. Not blither is the mountain roe, With many a wanton ftroke, Her feet difperfe the powd’ry {now That rifes up like {moke. The ftorm came on before its time, She wander’d up and down, And manya hill did Lucy climb But never reach’d the town. The wretched parents all that night Went fhouting far and wide; — But there was neither found nor fight ‘to ferve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they ftood That overlook’d the moor ; And thence they faw the bridge of wood A furlong from their door. And now they homeward turn’d, and cry’d “© In Heav’n we all fhall meet !” ‘When in the fnow the mother {pied The print of Lucy’s, feet. ‘Then downward from the fteep hill’s edge They track’d the footmarks {mall ; And through the broken hawthorn-hedge, _And by the long ftone-wall. And then an open field they crofs’d, The marks were ftill the fame ; They track’d them on, nor ever loft, And to the bridge they came. They follow’d from the {nowy bank, The footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank, And further there were none. Yet fome maintain that to this day She is a living child, - That you may fee {weet Lucy Gray Upon the lonefome -wild. O’er rough and {mooth fhe trips along, And never looks behind; _ And fings a folitary fong That whiftles in the wind. i W. Word/worth, We are Seven. SIMPLE child, dear brother. Jim, A That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in ev’ry limb, What fhould it know of death. I met a little cottage girl, She was eight years old, fhe faid, Her hair was thick with many a curl, That cluiter’d round her head, pene ie ate | i « > oe i _“ Their graves are green, they may fen, st Ape “ My ftockings there I often knit, (OE _“ And there upon the ground I fit— > , . Ye hee a { ‘“‘ And often after fun-fet, Sir, “ The firft that died was little Jane, kis 54 She had a ruftic, * ‘ood! ind And fhe was wildly clad ; ¢ Her eyes were fair, and very fair Her beauty made meglad, ‘“« Sifters and brothers, little maid, ‘« How many may you be?” & “ How many? feven in all,” the: And wond’ring look’d at me. | e : «4% , ‘ “ pee oF - a “ te “ And where are they, I pray you tell She anfwer’d, “ Seven are we, “« And two of us atConway dwel ** And two are gone to fea, “y 7 “Re , “ Two of us inthe church-yard lie, “My fifterand my brother, = = “ And inthe church-yard cottage, 1 = ‘ Dwell near them with my mother.” — 4 “ You fay that two ‘ae Conway dwell, “« And two are gone to fea, . oe ‘* Yet you are feven, ; I pray you tell, “ Sweet maid, how this may be Bed * _ Then did the little maid reply, “« Seven boys and girls are we; “© Two of us in the church yard lie, “* Beneath the church yard tree” er ‘You run about, my lictle maid, 9° “* Your limbs they are alive; ‘ /. ; _ “ If two are in the church yard laid, — amie 5 ane ‘“‘ Then ye are only five.” | Kas? . -% The little maid replied, ] ‘“ Twelve fteps or more from mother’s door, “‘ And they are fide by fide A+; Fert. “« My ’kerchief there I hem; - “I fit and fing to them. ‘ se he Vee, “ When it is light and. fair, “ T take my little porringer, i CK can “* And eat my fupper there. — “In bed the mourning lay, ; -« Till God releas'd her of her pain, oat 2 * And then fhe went away. | *€ So in the church-yard fhe was ie “ ‘ “ And all the fummer dey, — baba “ Together round her grave we pla “* My brother John and I. “ And when the ground was white w “ And I could run and flide, ¥ My. brother John was foreed. to. BOs. py, Wee saes “And he lies by her fide.” ¥ a 4 “How many are. you then,” faid I, ”~ n~ “ If they two are in Heaven,” are The little maiden did. reply, by mg ‘““O mafter! we are feven.” yt We, Orgad “ But they are dead; thofe two are dead! “ Their fpirits are in heaven!” ree was throwing words away; for Mill = The little maid would have her will, - And faid, “ Nay, we are feyen!” of mre | ee ers y A en FON ae CHARMS OF MELODY, Dit REN Bf ED Loe 9 The Plan of the Publifher isto embody in one Grand Folio Voluine, all the Soh worth preferving—ferming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Songs; az well as Old Englith, trifh, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &¢. 8c. The Land in the Ocean. N the midft of the fea, like a tough man of war, / Pull away, pull away, yo ho, there! Stands an ifland, furpaffing all others by far, If you doubt it, you’ve only to go there: By Neptune ’twas built upon Freedom’s firm bafe, _ And for ever ’twill laft, Pve a notion; All the world I defy to produce fach a place, Pull away, pull away, pull away, I fay, As the fnug bit of land in the ocean. a From the oppofite fhore, puff’d with arrogant pride, Pull away, pall away, fo clever; ‘They have oft {worn as how they would come along fide, And deftroy the poor Ifland for ever: But Britannia is made of fuch durable ftuf, : And fo tightly fhe’s rigg’d, I’ve a notions She’d foon give the faucy invaders enough, Pull away, -pull away, pull away, I fay, If they touch’d at the land in the ocean. There was Howe, ever bold in the glorious caufe, Pall away, pull away, fo ftout, boys! By he gain’d on the firft day of June fuch applaufe, _.. And Monfieur he put to the rout boys: The next was Ss. Vincent, who kick’d up a duft, ____As the Spaniards can tell, I’ve a notion; For they {wore not to ftrike—fays he, dam’me, but Bd you muft, Pull away, pull away, pull away, I fay, To the lads ef the land in the ocean. S f Adam Dunean came next, ‘twas in autumn, you know, _, Pull away, pull away, fo jolly; That he made big Mynheer ftrike a flag ‘to a foe, _ * Againft whom all refiftance was folly ; ' And they fent, as you know, if you’re not quite a ie dunce, | Such a fad flory home, I’ve a notion; How Duncan he beat a whole Winter at once, Pull away, pull away, pull away, I fay, What d’ye think of the land in the ocean? Now the Frenchmen again may come in for their fhare, Pull away, pull away, fo hearty! | For Ne/fon will fet all the world iin a ftare, _, And land-lock e’en great Bonaparte: “And we'll bear them again, fhould, their ftomachs incline, But they’re all pretty fick, Pve a. notion; 'Then,-may viclory’s fword to the olive refign, ‘Pull-away, pull away, pull away, I fay, “And peace crown the land in the ocean. gs, ancient and modern, in the Eaglith Language, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political To which will be added, a complete Index. Little Befs, the Ballad Singer. : HEN firft a babe upon the knee, My mother us’d to finz to me, ° I caught the accents from her tongue, And e’er I talk’d I lifp’d. the fone, Vm little Befs the ballad finger. In every village where I came, They call’dme by my infant name, And penfive as I rove along, This itill’s the burthen of my fong, I'm litle Befs, &c. Thro’ woods and village fcenes I ftray, With plaintive fuir and artlefs ‘lay, And every paffenger I meet, With lowly -curtiey thus I greet, Pm little Befs, &c. Jobnny’s Grave. A TARTAN plad was a’ fhe had, \ The gloomy lift did lour; ‘The fun was doon, fcarce look’d aboon, And o’er the hills did glour. Wi dolefw’ ftep the verdant turf fhe preft, To Johnny’s grave, where a’ ger forrows reft, The driving fhow’r did faft down pour, Wi grief fhe cou’d na fpeak ; Thro’ ilka bough, the wind did fugh, Her heart was like to ‘break. W? dolefa’ flep, &c. Upon his tomb, in waefom gloom, Her lovely form fhe threw ; She clafp’d the fod, the fully clod, And lood the weft wind blew. Wi’ throbbing breaft the verdant turf fhe preft, On Johnny’s grave, where a’ her forrows reft. What is the fcoul the tempefts howl, The ftorm it hurts not me; The driving rains give me no pains, My foul feel a’ tor thee: As on the grave fhe lay with throbbing breaft, On Johnny’s grave, where a’ her forrows reft. Shall I bemoan when thou art gone, And wipe the tears that flare’; Upon'the turf I’ve wept engugh, For forrow breaks my heart. In death! in death! the verdant turf the preft, On Johnny’s grave, where a’ her forrows reft. “PUBLISHED at N°- 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dulin, psa! ya Where the preceding Numbers can be had, x 378 ¢ Tife’s like a Ship. IFE’s like a fhip in conftant motion, Sometimes high and fometimes low, W here ev'ry hand muft brave the ocean, Wharfoever winds do blow: If unailailed by ftorm orfhower, Watted by the gentle gales, ‘Ler’s not:lofe the -fav’ring hour, Whilft fuccefs atzends our fails. And if the wayward winds fhould blufler, Let us not give way to :fear, But let us all our patience muifer, And learn from reafon how to fteer: Let judgment keep you ever fteady, That’s a ballait never fails ; If dangers rife be ever ready To manage well the {welling fails. ' ‘Truft not.too much your own opinion, Whilft your veffel’s under weigh ; Let good example ‘bear dominion,. Fhat’s a compafs will not ftray: When thund’ring tempefis make you fhudder, And Boreas o’er the furface rails, Met good difcretion guide the rudder, And Providence unbend the ‘fails. And when you're fafe from danger, riding In fome welcome port or bay, . Let hope be the anchor you confide in, And care awhile in flumbers lay ; ‘Then when:each can’s with liquor flowing, And good fellowfhip prevails, Let each heart, with rapture glowing, Drink fuccefs unto oar fails. The Forecaftle Sailor. YF VHE wind blew a blaft from the northward, When we fteer’'d from the Cape of Good "Hope, ‘The fky look’d quite pitchy and wayward, And the fea o’er our weather-bow broke, The boarfwaia pip‘d all hands to bale her, And I came down the back-flay fo glib; For I am a forecaftle failor, You may dee by :the cut of my jib. ‘Start my timbers, cried Ned Junk, of Dover, Plump to me as I landed on deck, ee us it will foon be all over, or the Guardian muft quick go to wreck,—- ‘Well, well, we fhan’r live ts bewrail her ; Cried I, and I patted his rib; ~ MCome—work like a forecaftle faijlor 3 If I don’t, the gale fhiver my jib, - er running at nine knots an hour, en “bout two leagues to leeward w ; An ifland of ice like - tower, « fry’ And on it our fhip quickly ‘hy’d. But now ’twas no ufe for to bale her, The ‘water gain'd on her fo glib; ‘So each, like a true hearted failor, Waited for to fhiver his jib. Some took to the boat, do you mind me While fome on the veffel’s deck flood. Cry’d 1, may old Davy Jones take me ; If f fail from my captain fo good. Now Providence help’d us to bale her, And we manag’d to patch up her rib; Safe arriv’d is éach true hearted failor, Yo rig up fiis weather-beat jib. DY. nr 4 ee OOF hMedlet; “ oan) "> O Anacreonin Heaven, where he fat in full glee, | fA few fons-of harmeny fent a petition, That he their infpirer and patron would be, | When this -anfwer arriv’d from the jolly old Grecian. Re = Oh! dear! what can the matter be?’ ‘Oh! dear! what can the matter be? Oh! dear !— I did not much like for to be on board a fhip, When in danger there’s no door to come out, I diked— : i The.ftreamlet that flow’d round her cot, All the charms, all the charms of— ; The-true laft dying fpeech and confeffion, both parentage ‘and education, life, charaGer, and behaviour of— Sir Solomon Simons when he did wed, ; Blufh’d black as a crow, his fair lady did blafh lighe, The clock ftruck twelve, they were borh tuck’d in bed— And they fung‘fal de ral tit, tit fal de ra, vit fal dere, And they fung— ." Laft Saturday night I chanc’d to invite Some friends of mine, good lack! What a fight of maidens fo bright, ‘: To make merry, when mafter had pucout the lights As I told you before, there was— , Old King Cole was a merry old foul, And a merry old foul was— . Peter White never goes right, Would you know the reafon why? He follows -his nofe wherever he goe And that ftands all awry, . And that— at Whiftles, whiftles and drives my team, Whiftles, whiftles.and drives my team— Round the world thus we march in merry glee, Round the world thus we march in merry glee, * On the pleafant downs fomerimes in camp we lie, On the pleafant downs— Fair lady lay your coftly robes afide, No longer may you—— Conquer the world, with rew dow dow, row dow dow, row. dow -dow, Be at Conquer the world with— — es oa Ground ivy! Ground ivy! come buy my— __ Charming Clotinda, ev’ry note— » 7 On Richmond Hill there lives a lafs, ) More bright than May day morn— e ~ But fhe had a timber toe; but fhe had— A long tail’d pig, or a fhort tail’d pig, or a pig with- out e’er a tail, * 7 A fow pig, or a boar pig that— Sung and look’d wi fic a grace; ee He fung— vie ' ‘4 Britons ftill will guard thofe joys thgt from bleft free- dom fpring, Ce . And may we ever with heart and voice cry— % When Britain firft, at Heav’n’s command, Arofe from out the azure main, 7 Arofe from out the azure main, © This was the charter, the charter @f the tand, . And guardian angels ‘fung ihe ftrain! Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, ‘ For Britons never will be flaves ! A Smile from. the Youth thar I love. HO’ the language of friendthip is fweer, For friendfhip can footh’and improve, — Yer Vd forfeit fuch language to meet ; With a {mile from the youth thar I love, ria at alta 4 When the morning is clouded witheare -° The ew’ning delightful.can prove, ~~ © 9 For ’tis then that, with rapture J fhare* noe In the fmule of the youth that f love. To bafk in the funthine of wealth, I weary not Heav’n above, wen All I crave, with the bieffing of health, ds a {mile from the youth that I love. ae et a vor % m i ‘ aa A ee) F e FA An unfortunate Mother to her? Infant at | oe the Breaft. TNHAPPY Child of Indifcretion'! Poor flumb’rer_on a breaft forlorn s ae and reproof of paft tranfgreffion, _ Dear, though unwelcome to be born, — For thee, a fuppliant wifh addrefling '. To Heav’n, thy mother fain would dare: Bat confcious’ blufhes ftain rhe, bleffing, ‘And fighs fupprefs my broken pray't. But, {pire of thefe, my mind untfhaken, In parent duty turps to thee ; EThough long repented, ne’er forfaken, Thy days fhall low’d and guarded be. And, left th’ injurious World upbraid thee, _ For mine, or for thy father’s ill, A namelefs Mother oft fhall aid thee, _ A hand unfeen protect thee ftill. And though, to Rank and Place a Stranger, Thy life an humble Courfe muft run, “Soon fhatt thou learn to fly the Danger, Which I too late have learn’d to fhun. Meantime ‘in thefe fequefter’d Vallies, Here may’ft thou reft in fafe Content, For Innocence may {mile at Malice, - And thou, O thou, art tnocent. Here to thine Infant Wants are giv’n Shelrer and Reft, and pureft Air, PAnd Milk as pure—but, Mercy, Heav’n! _ My tears have dropt, and mingled there. The Cloud-King. es « -AdjeCives have but three Degrees of Comparifon, | the Pofitive, eee and Superiative.” Englifh Grammar. | % THY how now; Sir Pilgrim? why 'fhake you | with dread ? _ Why. brave you the winds of mghrt, cutting and | cold ? Full warm was your chamber, full foft was Your 4 - bed, q ae fearce by the caftle-bell twelve has ‘been toll’. a‘ “Oh! Warder, hear you not, * difmay, * How rages the tempeft, how patters the rain? *¢ While loud howls the whirlwind, and threatens, | . we Sere Gags To ftrow thefe, old turrets in heaps on ‘the plain!”— Now calm thee, Sir Pilgrim! thy fears to remove, _ Know, yearly, this morning is deftin’d to bring Such ftorms, which declare that refentment and love “Sull gnaw the proud heart of the cruel Clond- King. ‘ F One morning, as borne on the wings of the blaft, The fiend: over Denmark directed his flight, _ A glance upon Rofenhall’s turrets he caft, And gazed onitslady with wanton delight : o Yer pene: was her eye, and her cheek flufh’d with | rage, Her lips with difdain and reproaches were fraught ; _ And lo! at her feer knelt a lovely young page, ‘And thus in foft accents compafiion befought. - =O drive not, dear beauty, a wretch to defpair, . ** Whole fetes is fo venial, a fault if it be; «For who could have eyes, and not fee thou art fair? — “ Or who have an heart, and not give it to. thee? - J own Ladore you! Lown you have been , of my day ; _ @*Bar no hope kad my heart that its’ idolized queen ** Would ever with pailign ms palion st a ie with anxious { » ** Long the dream of my night, long the Spougne | 5 he ‘ Tee us may Oo “When infects delight in the blaze of the fun, “They harbour no with in his glory to Warde. When kneels at the crofs of her faviour the nus, ** He fcorns not the praifes “the: ‘breathes ‘in her prayer. «6 “When the pilgrim repairs to Se. Hermegild’s fhrine, **-And:claims of her relics a ‘kifs as ‘his fee, His paflion is humble, is pure, is divine, “And fuch is the paffion I cherifh for thee !”—- 6¢ —‘* Rafh youth ! how prefumeft hod with infolene love,” ‘Thus.anfwered the lady, ‘her ears to prof ne, “ Whom the monarchs > Norway and Jutland, to move “Their paflion to pity attempted in vain? | “ Fly, fly from my fight, to fome far diflant land? ’ ‘“ Phat wretch mult noc ‘breathe, where Romilda refides, | “ Whofe Lips, while fhe flepr, ftole a kifs from that hand, < No thoralas one to prefs as a bride’s. | “* Nor e’er will [wed till fome prince of the air, “** His heart-at the throne of my beauty fhall lay, “ And the two firft commands which I give him, fhalt {wear, “(Though hard thould the taike be enjoined) to obey. — She faid. aaStiat ain the caftle of ‘Rofenhall rocks . With an ear thquake, and thunders announce the Cloud-King. A crown of red lightnings-confined his fair locks, And high o’er each arm waved an huge fable wing. His fandals were meteors ; his blue eye reveal’d The firmament’s luftre, and light fcatter’d round 5 While his robe, a bright tiffue of rain-drops congeal’d, Reflected the lightnings his temples that bound. —‘*Romilda!” he thundered, “thy charms and thy pride ‘“‘Have drawn down a fpirit; thy fears now diimifs, ‘For no mortal fhall call thee, proud Bee his bride ; so Dhe Cloug-Monarch comes to demand thee for ‘his. “ My eyes furnith lightnings, my wings cloud rhe air “My Rana guides the thunder, my breath wakes the foun. ; “ And the twe firft commands which you ‘give me, { {wear, “ (Though hard fhould the tafk -be enjolndy ts, : perform,” — : ge He faid, and he feized her ; then urging his flight, Swift bore her away, while fhe Araggied i in yain 3 Yet long in her ears rang the fhrieks of Affright, Which pour’d for her “danger the page ae At the Palace of Clouds foon Romilda arrived, When the Fiend, with a‘{mile which her terrors increafed, Exclaim’d—* 1 muft warn my three brothers ’'m wived, # And bid Hah prepare for my re the fea {t,’* Than —e oe ee Se ae ea 4. ae ee oo ee an sicean See ae ‘ a 389 BALLADS axctent ann moverx, LEGENDARIES, &. Than lightning then fwifter thrice round did he turn, Thrice bitterly curfed he the parent of good, And next in a chafing-difh haften’d to burn» ' Three locks of his hair, and three drops of his ‘blood : And quickly Romilda, with anxious affrighr, Heard the tramp of a fteed, and beheld at the gate A youth in white arms—’twas the falfe Water- Spright, And behind him his mother, the forcerefs, fate. The youth he was comely, and fair to: behold, The hag was the fouleft eye ever furvey’d; Each placed on the table a goblet of gold, While thus to Romilda the Water-King faid.— —“ Hail, Queen of the Clouds! ‘lo! we bring thee for drink _“ The blood. of a damfel, both lovely and rich, “Whom I tempted, and left ’midit the billows to fink, “Where fhe died by the hands of my mother, _the witch. “ Bat 'fee’ft thou yen chariot, which fpeeds from afar? “The Erl-King with his daughter it brings, while a thtong “ OF woed-fiends and faccubi fports round the car, _ And goads on the night-mares that whirl it along.”— ‘The maid, while her eyes tears of agony ‘pour’d, Beheld the Earl-King and his daughter draw near: A charger of filver-each placed on the board, While the fiend of the forefts thus greeted her ear. —“ With the heart of a warrior, Cloud-Queen, for thy food, “ The head of a child on'thy table we place; “ She fpell-ftruck the knight as he ftray’d through the wood ; “T ftrangled the child inthis father’s embrace.”— ‘The roof now divided.—By fogs half conceal’d, | Suck’d from marfhes, infecting the airas he came, * And blafting the verdure of foreft and field, On a dragon defcended the Giant of Flame. Fire feem’d from his eyes and his noftrils to pour; His breath was a volume of fulphntous fmoke ; He brandith’d a fabre ftill dropping with gore, And -his-voice {hook the palace when filence he s ‘broke. —“ Feaft, Queen of the’Clouds! the repait do not {corn ; “ Feaft,, Queen of the Clouds! | perceive thou. hait food! * To-morrow I feaft in my.turn, for at morn “ Shall I feed on thy fleth, fhall I drink of thy blood! **'Lo! I bring ‘for a prefent this magical brand, “The bowels of Chriftians have dyed it with red ; “ This once flamed in. Albert the renegade’s- hand, “And is defiined to-morrow ‘to ftrike off thy . head.” — Then paler than marble Romilda fhe grew, While tears of regret blamed her folly and pride, ~— Oh! tell me, Cloud-King, if the giant faid true, “And wilt thou not fave from his fabre thy bride ?”— ‘and fuppofe its moral to reft upon the danger in which Romilda _ —“ Tis in vain, my fair lady, thofe hands that you wring, . : ; : ‘The bond is completed, the dye it is caft ; “For fhe who at night weds an element-king, *‘ Noxt morning mutt ferve for his-brother’s re- paft,’—" 4 . —“ Yer fave me, Cloud-King! by ‘that love -you profefs’d “‘ Bear me back to the place whence you tore-me away.,— ‘ | — Fair lady! yon fiends, fhould I grant your re- guett, . “ Inftead of to-morrow, would -eat you to day.”—, — Yet mark me, Cloud-King! f{pread in vain is: your {nare, . fe “For my bond muft be void, and éfcap’d is your rey, “ The two firfk commands which! give you, howe’er- *“‘ The taik fhould be wondrous, unlefs you obey.” : : e — Well fay'ft thou, Romilda.; thy will, then, im-. part, “ But hope not to-vanquifh the King of the Storm, “ Or bafiie his fkill by invention or-art; “Thou can’ft not command what J cannot _per-_ form !”"— ’ | Then clafping her’hands, to the Virgin fhe pray’d, While in curfes the wicked ones vented their tage. — Now fhow me:the trueft of lovers !”—=the faid, And lo! boas fide’ ftood the lovely young Page. His mind was:all wonder, her heart -al] alarms; She fank on his breaft-as he fank at her knee. — The trueft of lovers } fold in my. arms, “Than the true? now fhow me’ atiruer Pm—faid fhe. he Then ‘loud yell’d the demons! ‘the. cloud-fafhion’d — halls . | Diffolved, thunder bellow’d, and heavy rains beat Again ftood the Fair midft her own caftle walls, i And flill knelt the lovely young page at her feet. a And ‘foon for her own, and for Rofenhall’s lord, s Did Romilda the trueft of lovers declare, tia | Nor e’er on his bofom one figh could afford, - 9 That for him the had quitted the-Monarch of 7 Fall long yonder chapel ‘has: theltei’d their urns, Long ceafed has the tear on their-afhes to fall ; Yer ftill, when Ofober the twentieth returns, a Roars the fiend round thefe ‘turrets, and fhakes — Rofenhall. : ct ‘Oh! Pilgrim, thy ‘fears le For day to the tkies w This ftorm but: declares Still gnaw the proud King.* , i t thefe annals remove, | ill tranquillity bring ; ; that refentment-and loye heart of the cruel Cloud- Mz G, Lewis, ® Lett my readérs thould miftake the drift of the foregoing tale, was involved by her iafolence and prefumption, I think it neceflary to explain, that my obje@ in Writing this ftory, was‘to thew young ladies that it might poffibly, now and then, be of ufe to underfand ’ a little.grammat; and it muft be clear to every one, that my heroine would infallibly have been devoured bj the damons, if fhe had not luckily under(teod the difference between the compa- 4 tative and fuperlative degrees.” . CHARMS OF MEL: SPR EN WED fh hor . ‘ a = s . Tn kee eT ae eronenne mer ene Srey eess uinasrscemness d The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, aacient and modern, io the Englith Language worth preferving—forming an Univerial Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englifh, Irish, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c.—To which will be added 4 complete Index é Ny S . at # Ae 1 J | ’ Who Cares. Content’s ai the thing ;—rough or calm be the wea- ‘ ‘ ther, ; © lubberly landfmen, to gratitude flrangers, u The wind on the beam or the bow, till carfe their unfortunate flars ; , an iplice boeh ends together, | Still carfe th fe flars ; _ | So honeftly he can fplice both end gether, Why what would they fay did they try but the Well then—damme if Jack cares how, dangers : Encountered by true-hearted tars ? And then for a bring-up, d’ye fee, about dying, If life’s veffel they put ’fore the wind, or they tack Oa which fuch a racket they keep, uy her, What argufies if ina church- yard you're lying, 4 Or whether bound here or there, Or find our your grave in the Beda ; ? \ 5 . a > * Giye ’em fea room, good fellowfhip, grog, and to--} Of one thing we're certain, whatever our calling, bacco, f Death will bring us all np; and what then? Well then—damme if Jack cares where. So his confcience’s tackle will bear overhauling, ; Why then—damme if Jack cares when. Then your fiupid ola quidnuncs, to hear ’em all : clatter, The devil can’t tell you whar for, Though they don’t know a gun from a mar-line- , : fale, chatter : A Tinker I am. About and confarning of war! While for king, wite, and friend, he’s through - evry thing rubbing, : With duty fill proud to comply, So he gives but the foes of old England a drubbing, Why then—damme if Jack cares why. TINKER I am, My name’s Natty Sam, From morn to night I trudge ir; So low is my fate, My perfonal eftate Lies all. within this budget. . And then, when good fortune has crown’d his en- a. deavours, ; ‘And he comes home with fhiners galore; Well, what if fo be he fhould lavifh his favours On evry poor object ‘long fhore ? Since money’s the needle that points to good na- Mr hie amt Peiger . Fone? The man of the ye Pr Friend, enemy, falfe, or true, Po ficidns ‘efts. f .. es , So it goes to relieve a-diftrefs’d fellow-creature, Fy the ca ean aa ie Phat rove up and down W en—damme if Jack cares who. ‘ell th J Py Great London town, What are they all but tinkers ? ‘Work for the tinker ho! good wives, For they are lads of mettle— "Twere well if you could mend your lives, As I can mend a kettle. Don't you fee how fome diff’rent thing ev'ry one’s Work for the tinker, 8c. twigging . To take the command of a rib, Thofe ’mong the great Some are all for the breaft-work, and fome for the Who tinker the fare, rigging, | Ms And badger the minority, And fome for the cut of her jib; Pray what’s the end Though poor, fome will take her in tow to defend Of their work, my. friend, her, But to rivet a good majority ? And again fome are all for the rich ; Work for the tinker, Scy- As for 1, fo fhe’s’ young, her heart honeft and _ tender, ; This mends his name, Well then—damme if Jack cares which. That cobbles his fame, 4 : That tinkers his reputation: Why now, if they go for to talk about living, And thus, had I time, — My eyes, why a little will /arve; I could prove, in my thyme, Let each a frnall part of his pittance be giving, Jolly tinkers of all the nation. . ~ And who ia this nation can ftarve 2 Work for the, tinker, &c.. q PUBLISHED at NiO, BEV FORD-ROW, Dublin e Where the preceding Numbers can be had ye ' Lat /_ ..” ba 1 ae 384 ‘THE CHARMS OF MELODY. | Charming Molly. Air,—Sailor’s Fournal, N board the grog went cheerly round, C) Rach honeft tar.—oh, how delighted! From Madagafcar, homeward bound, - # The pleafing thoughts their toil requited : The can was fill’d, "twas fill’d again, Refolved to drown dull melancholy, Nor did each fea-lad pledge in vain, « Succefs attend the Charming Molly.” Blue lightning flafh’d and thunder roll’d, The raging tempeft fiercely howling, When hardy tars, fo brave and bold, Can fearlefs ‘reach the main top-bowling: And when the boatfwain pipes aloud, D—n thofe that fay they won't be jolly, And nimbly mount the mizen-fhroud, When’er on board the Charming Molly. Once more hand round the boozing can, Sweethearts and wives we'll drink with pleafure ; So here’s long life to faucy Nan, Boarder on fhore my only treafure: Next then, my lads, let’s drink the King: And though the winds feem e’er fo fqually, Brave loyal tars can jovial fing, » “ Safe moorings to the Charming Molly.” But now behold the fhiv’ring fails, Meffmates, while we’re to windward plying, By fav’ring light propitious gales,” ~ Yon craggy fhore with glee deferying : Land-lubbers, now in groups purfue Your diffipation, pride, and folly ; Three cheers, my lads, the harbour view, Yo, yea! on board the Charming Molly. Tink a Tink. DUET. Shacabac and Beda. Shac. ES Beda,—This,Beda, when I melancholy grow, VY This tinking heart finking foon can drive away. Beda. When hearing, founds cheering, thus we blythe and_ jolly grow ; How do you, while to you, Shacabac, I play? ° Tink, tinka, tinka, tink—the fweet guittar fhall cheer you. Clink, clinka, clinka, clink—fo gaily let us fing. ; Shac. Tink, tinka, tinka, tink—a pleafure ’tis to hear you, While, neatly, you fweetly, {weetly touch the ftring ! Both. Tink, tinka, &e. Shac. Once, fighing, fick, dying, forrow hanging over me, Faint, weary, fad, dreary, on the ground [ lay ; There moaning, deep groaning, Beda did difcover me— Beda. : Strains foothing, care ftnoothing, IT began to play, Tink, tinka, tinka, tink,—the fweet guittar could cheer you: Clink, clinka, clinka, clink, fo gaily did I fing! Shac. »* Tink, tinka, tinka, tink,—a pleafure ’twas to hear you, While, neatly, you {weetly, fweetly touch’d the ftring! = Both. Tink, tinka, &e, : Frow Blue Beard. Stand at eafe! The Dancing Soldier. bs catried arms thro’ lands afar, France, Italy, and Spain; And many a wound, and many a fear, , | carry home again. . a I never lov’d a since lot, The more the merrier chance ; So the women I courted, the men I fhot, And the girls I taught to dance. The beft rosrriown ftill I chofe, Should Miss or Seryseanr call; I rep to pupils and to foes, And gave to both a BaLt. But women well reveng’d the art With which my bullets flew ; Where I*made one hole in their heart, They fure in mine made twe. It happen’d once I call’d a dance, My mefket in my hand ; The troops were order’d to advance, And all to heed command: Now here the plaguy chance admire, As ftrange as e’er you read of, The ferjeant call’d, Prefent! aim! fire! I fhot my partner’s head off. ~ O then what a hurry-fkurry ! My ruin they feem’d to delight in; "Twas hard to decide in the flurry, Who was dancing, and whe was fighting. In came the foldiers, Head and fhoulders, Helrer, tkelrer, Routing, fhouting, Crofling, forming, Charging, fiorming— Now they foot it left and right, Now they’re out of order quite ; Bend and fink, but not fo low; Now they’re all too much of a row——=— Forward hop, Backward hop, Ground hop, There they go! Toe and heel, now they jumble, » Now they reel, now they tumble! Now advance! whar’s the dance ? Order, handy ! Drops of brandy. Butter’d peas. Now, parade! White ceckade. To the right, wheel ! Duncan’s reel, To the left drefs! Mad Befs. Rank and file! Mouth of the Nile, é Fall back ! Paddy W hack. Order, arms!——Sukey’s charms, - Wheel to the right ! Jack’s delight. March away ! Ballanez. we? Fire a volley! Charming Molly. Fire away, foldiers! fire away, failors. Piay the Devil among the tailors, | Clang, clang! bang, bang! crittle crattle! How folks dance apour in a battle! . BR hte = Fa toh Sano a ee F *.. Come Liften a- while. NOME liften a while, my friends, to my ditty, The which. I fhall now tell you here, This ftory was told which I fhall unfold, » It was over a pot of good beer. When money was plenty, but now it’s grown fcanty, And riches did merrily flow, & now all the nation is full of vexation, I When the times will mend no-body knows. Jere is bite upon bite, a knave’s the beft man, - Wife men without money are fools, _. Chea’, bites and knaves, make honeft men flaves, It’s money that bears now the rule. | A gentleman born is now held in fcorn, _ If by croffes he fall to decay, H é’s defpis’d like a beggar, both by friend aid Rooke bour, "The mote is the pity I fay. , man that is wife, he faves up his money, ' To ferve for a cold winter's day, Tt will fiand his beft friend, he will find in the end | When his friends they are all flown away. A wife that in fummer provides for the winter, _ He’s bleft that has got fuch a dame, For a kind loving wife is the joy of man’s life, _ So is victuals and money the fame. Ie would move you with pity, to walk thro’ the city, | To hear the poor tradefmen complain, Kind heaven hath fent us a plentifel feafon, But the rich they enjoy the fame. There's provifion enough, and good I declare, Bat the poor have no money to buy, * their fill, , They won't heat cold Charity cry. Bumbailiffs and. lawyers delicioufly fare, | Their trade it goes merrily on, re we muft have food, and cloaths for to wear, _ Tho’ in debt for the fame we do run. : This great world’s but a pain, our labour’s in vain, Let’s drink with a merry good cheer, Who knows but kind fortune will turn once again, |, And the times will be better next year? , Let's a pee all forrow, who Knows but to-mor- We die neath a heart full of care ; ba world is a bite, if you'll take me but right, ' As plainly ic now does appear, | He plays his cards fair, that can both lie and {wear, | And get all his cath by the Bite, fie lives and grows great, whilft an honeft man’s fate, _ Is to labour and get little by’t. A man that loves fotting will never grow rich, _ The publicans get all his fore, 3 1 pity that honeft man with all my heart, _ That in marriage is join’d to a whore? ‘And a wife that loves gin, will make his back thin ; be Her children by poverty’s known: pnd he that meddles with matters of flate, Had better to let them alone. Leave, Neighbours, your Work. -EAVE, neighbours, your work, and to fport and to play, Rc: the tabor ftrike up and the village be gay; No day thro’ the year fhall more cheerful be feen, oo eon of the mill marries Sue of the green. . Lhve. Sue and Sue loves me, if . And uhile the wind blows, . And while the mill goes, Whe'll be fo happy, / happy as we ? e have a fight and a {mell, when the rich have: THE CHARMS oF ‘MELODY. pid | | 383 Let lords and Bue folks who for wealth take a coe Be marry’d to day, and to morrow be cloy’d ; My body is ftout, and my heart it is found ; 2 Hey _ And my love like my courage will never give round, I love Sue, eq Let ladies of fafhon the beft jointures wed, And prudently take the beft bidder to bed : Such figning and fealing’s no part of our blifs, We fettle our hearts, and we feal with a kifs. : I love Sue, ce. Tho’ Ralph is not courtly, nor one of your beaus, Nor bounces, nor flatters, nor wears your fine cloaths; Yet nothing, he’ll borrow from folks of high life, Nore "er turn a back on his friend or his wife. LT lowe Sue, Fee While thus I am able’to Work at my mill ; While thus thou art kind, and thy tongue but lie Rill ; Our joys fhall continue dnd ever be new, And none be fo happy as Ralpk and his Sue. I love Sue, eo. St. Patrick’s Purgatory. In the Reliques of Racin Poetry, is the following ——“* Owaine Myles is a Ballad, giving an account of the wonders of St. Patrick’s Purgatory. This is a tranflation into verfe of the ftory related in Mat. Paris’s Hift. fub Ann. 1152."——-The wverfion which is here offered to the Public is evidently modern: 1 am ignorant of the Author. I think the 19th fanza, in particular, has a great degree of merit., 66 OW enter in!”——-the Prior cried, —“ And God,Sir Ouvain, be your guide! “ Your name fhall live in ftory: ‘© Many there are who reach this fhore, “ Bue few who venture to explore “* Se. Patrick’s Purgatory.”— . ~ Adown the deep and dark defcent With cautious ftep Sir Ouvain went, And many a pray’r he pour’d; ; No helm had he, nor guardian creft, No hauberk mail’d the warrior’s breaft, Nor grafp’d he fhield or {word. The earth was moift beneath his tread, The damps fell heavy on his head, The air was piercing chill ; And fudden fhudd’rings o’er him came, And he could feel through all his frame An icy tremor thrill. At length a dim and doubrful light Dawn’d welcome on th’ advenvrer’s fight ; Th’ advent’rer haftened on. And now the warrior’s fteps attain To where a high and ftately fane With gem-born radiance fhone. —‘ Come, enter here !”—the Warden cried, —‘* And God, oh Pilgrim, be your guide, “« Since you have reach’d this bourne ! ‘© Enrer, and take affiftance due— + ?Twill then be time to welcome you, “ If ever you return.’—- Sir Ouvain pa‘s’d the open gate, The Warden him conducted flraight To where a coffin lay: f The train around in filence flands, With fun’ral torches in their hands, That gave a gloomy day, we” ae ta —“ Few pilgrims ever reach this bourne, ‘ Stranger! bur fewer ftill return: ~ * Receive aflifiance due! “* Stranger, a dreadful hour is near: Cait off all mortal feelings here, “* This coffin-is for you. ‘ a n Lie here, while we with pious breath Shall o’er you chaunt the. dirge of -death,— “ Beft aid that we can give: “ The rites that wait the Chriftian dead Shall never o’er your corpfe be faid— ** Receive them while you liye’— . ” a - Sir Ouvain in a fhroud was dreft, He held the crofs upon his breaft, And down he laid his head; - The funeral train enclos’d him round, And fung with deep and. folemn found : The fervice of the dead. —‘* Now, go your way,”—the Warden cried, ‘* And God, oh Pilgrim, be your guide! “© Commend you to the Lord )?— ‘ Adown the deep and dark defcenr, With cautious ftep, the warrior went, And many a pray’r he pour’d. ‘Now deeper grew the dark defcent, With timid ftep Sir Oavain went— "Twas ‘filence all around ; Save his own echoes through the cell, And the thick damps that frequent fell, ~ With dull and heavy found, But colder now he felt the cell, Thofe heavy damps no longer fell, Thin grew the. piercing air: And on the advent’rer’s aching fight Far rofe a pale and feeble light,— Th’ advent’rer haften’d there. -And now at length emerged to light, A frozen defert met his fight, A defert wafte and wide; Where rocks of ice piled mountain high, That towered ‘into the funlefs iky, Appear’d on every fide. There many a wretch, with deadly fear, Ribb’d in the ice, he faw appear Alive in this their tomb; Sir Ouvain’s blood ftood ftill with dread, And then a voice in thunder faid, —‘ Retire, or fhare their doom !”— Awhile his heart forgot ‘to beat, ‘Then on he urged -his falt’ring feet, And fought for flrength in pray’r; Sudden a pow’r, whofe unfeen hand No might of mortal ‘could withftand, Upgrafp’d ‘him by the hair; And through the fky refifllefs fwung, And full againft an ice rock flung; The ice encas’d him in: Thus by the arm of Daemon thrown He felt the crafh of every. bone, f And ftill he lived within, heey eS 384 BALLADS ancie T AND MODERY, LEGENDARIE , —« Now, mercy Chrift Cee arti Inftant the rocks of ice divide, ‘ And ev'ry pain was:gome; He felt new life in evry limb, And raifed to heav’n the grateful hymn, And fearlefs haften’d on. ee “4 New fears, new dangers doom’d to meet, . For now ‘a clofe and piercing heat . Relax’d each loofen’d limb; _ The fweat roll’d out from every part, © In fhort quick beatings toil’d his heart, His throbbing eyes grew dim. 2 4b ae For through the wide and wafted land A ftream, of fire, through banks of fand, + Its burning billows fpread ; ‘ The vapours, tremuloufly light, Hung quivring o’er the glowing white, The air he breath’d was red. Beyond a ftately well arofe,— > He faw its cryftal fides difclofe Green fields and fhady trees,” | * Saki And running waters cool and clear, Whofe murmurs reach’d his tortured ear, Born on the fiery breeze. | A voice in thunder cried—‘* Retire He look’d, and lo, a form of fire! © 0 |) — Return !”—the Damon faid. Ob His foul grew fick with deep’ alarm, | The Fiend reach’d out his burning arm, 4 And touch’d Sir Quvain’s head. Sir Ouvain fhriek’'deefor then he fele His eye-balle burn, his marrow melt, < His brain as liquid lead: And from his heart the boiling blood Roll’d faft an agonizing flood Through limbs like iron red. q The anguifh brought a brief defpair, 4 Then mindful of the aid of pray’r, — 7 He call’d on Chrift again; | Inftant the gales of Eden came, | “i At once they quench’d th’ infernal flame, = And heal’d each fcorching yein. 3 hae Gad. b re ¥ | To him, relieved from all his woes, | 1 The adamantine gates unclofe, — Free entrance there was giv’n; 4 And fongs of triumph met his ear, ‘3 Enrapt Sir Ouvain feem’d to. hear in The harmonies of heay’n. . | | aa . —“ Welcome to this, the blefs’d retreat, _ "a ‘ * Thou who haft pafs’d, with fearlefs feet, — “ee “« St. Patrick’s Purgatory ; a “ For after death thefe feats divine, ‘© Reward eternal fhall be thine, ‘“* And thine eternal glory.’— i 4 > Inebriate with the deep delight, Dim grew Sir Ouvain’s fwimming fight, ‘His fenfes died away ; . r : To life again revived, before 3 The entrance of the cave once more He faw the light of day. — - pss eit oy ae & . vig Tales of Won ee ek > Ma : ; poAige. Hh Ve « dye ¢ « wae 8g Ww CHAR S OF ME Le ee wl INK Migs) ad ath ae The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Giand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englith Language, worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War. Hunting, Bacch@natian, Humorous, Sea, and Political : Songs; as well as Old Englith, frith, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &e.—-—1.0 which will be added, acomplete Index Lacan me. Twilight Glimmers. WILIGHT glimmers o’er the fteep: _ Farima! Fatima! wakeft thou, dear? Grey ey’d morn begins to peep, Fatima, Fatima, Selim’s here! Here are true-love’s cords attaching To your window—lift! lift! Deareft Selim I’ve been. watching, Yes, I fee the filken twift. _ Down, down, down, down, down, Down the ladder gently trip ; Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, hafte thee, dear— Oh, [’'m fure my foot will flip! Fatima— Well Selim— Do not fear, Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pat, pat, pat. From Biue-Beard. Sweet is the Dream. WEET is the dream, divinely fweet, When abfent fouls in fancy meet! At midnight love! Pil think of thee ; At midnight love! Oh! think, Oh! think of me. Think that thou giv’ft thy deareft kifs, And I will think | feel the blifs; — Then, if thou blufh, thar blufh be mine, _ And, if I weep, the tear be mine! Glorious the Ray. From Paul and Virginia, ¢-NLORIOUS the ray glancing over the ocean, — That bids hill and valley difplay each gay hue! Graceful the orange grove waves in flow motion, With joy as it hails the frefh morning in view. Yet vainly her beauties does nature impart, ~ But for love’s cheering funfhine that reigns in the heart, All is delight if kind love lend his aid, & And all is defpair if fond hopes are betray’d. Sweet is the breeze that awakens the morning, Or murmurs at eve with the nightingale’s fong ; Bright is the moonbeam the ftreamlet adorning, While o’er the f{mooth pebbles it wanders along. Yet vainly her beauties, &c. ~~ BS o The Carelefs Tar. HAT matters Tom, to where we’re bound, VY If flighted while on Britith ground, Becaufe our pocker’s low ? A foe, d’ye fee, can’t ufe us worfe, Kind fortune yet may favour us, And take her tars in tow. Whar though we be neglefied now, Shall we to labbers cringe and bow ? No, dam’me, meffmates, no, D’ye mind me, we never did it yet, Kind fortune foon may fmile a bit, And take her tars in tow. For my part, dear Tom, whate’er betide, I know there’s one that: will provide, For you, and [, and Joe: So brave, my hearts, the rempe& now, Kind fortune yet I think as how, Wiill take her tars in tow. Of this be fure, though now caft down, The mermaid can’t for ever frown, , Why then, fhe’il kinder .grow : And, fhiver me to fplinter, mate, But fortune yet may change our flate, And take us tars in tow. But fhould fhe frown, and, brimftone like, Her fancy colours never ftrike, Why, then we'll let her know, There's room enough, for you and me To fpend our lives in joy at fea, And fhe to hell may go. The Nightingale. From Robin Hood. NIGHTINGALE! who, on yon blooming {pray Was bleft at eve, when all the woods were fill, Thou with frefh hope the lover's heart doth fill, While jovial hours lead on propitious May : Thy languid notes, which clofe the eyes of day, Portend fuccefs in love—if Jove’s will Have link’d that am’rous pow’r to thy foft lay, Now timely fing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretel my hopelefs doom in fome grove nigh ; As thou from year to year has fung too late For my relief, yet hadtt no reafon why : Whether the Mufe, or Love call rhee his mate, Both them I ferve, and oftheir train am I. Fe, PUBLISHED at N* 10,,BEDFORD-ROW, Duélin: ; Where the preceding Numbers can be had. “#@ 236 The Intriguing Irifhman, = HE firft of my pranks wasat little Rathfhane, : Where love, faith, like whiikey, popt-in my brain, ‘For Alley M‘Cullogh,.a fweer little foul, As tali and as flraight as a fhaver-man’s pole: sPoKEN.] Och! fhe was.a fweet creature! with a bloom on her face like a Munjier potatoe.—I met her a going to market one morning with a ba/fret under one of her arms.—Where ds you come from my dear ? fays 1, from Clanterduffy, fir, Jays fhe.—And-what's your name, my dear ? Alley M Cullogh, fir, fays /hey— Och! what a foft beautiful name! To be fure then L_told her a piece of my mind, Till ihe left her old dad and the bafket behind. But foon I was dying for Moliy Machree, .A fweet tender fhoor juft come from Tralee; O fweet Molly, fays 1, do pray eafe my pain, By St. Patrick, fays fhe, pray what do you.mane ? sPoKEN.] ‘Mane, fays 1—Why to marry you to be fure, my dear—But do you tho’ fays fhe.—To be fure L do—What do you think of me ?—Oh, theres no re- , filing ye, fays /he—So we were to be married next day. But as the devil would have ita thick fog came on, When JI looked for the Churth, oh I found it was’ gone, : But morning and night fhe was always my plague, Faith ’tis time then, fays I, for to leave off inirigue ; So from Cork I fer fail ina d—d open boat. | spoken] We failed fo plagued flow, that abig form | overtook us —To be fure I didn't fwaliuw a little of the fea broth —but. the worft of my misfortunes was, avhen I landed, there was Molly Machree! and fhe put into my arms a great fgualling brat, with ahead as big as.a bufhel of potatoes—What’s this? fays l— "Tis your own Teddy, fuys fhe, and as like ye as two peas, Teddy be d-—d, fays I, take it away woman; 1 tell ye I don't know any thing at all at allof the amatter, Then to end my intriguing, I went off to fea, And bid.a good morning to Molly Machree, The Lafs of Lucern Lake. (C1 AY will yau leave your lowland haunts, And range the hills with me; This arm fhall render light your wants, And guard your Liberty. . The mountain doe that flits fo fleet, At earlieft morn I'll take; And make the rich repaft for thee, Dear Lafs of Lucern Lake. The choiceft fruits that grace the groves, The mufcadine and pear, Juft when the bee for honey roves, Will 1 at morn be there. Pil pluck impearl’d with evening dew The berry from the brake, And fpread the bow’r with fweets for you, Dear Lafs of Lucern Lake. From nipping blafis, from froft and hail Thy beauty Pll defend, And ftill amidft the winter’s gale Pil live thy love, and friend. Turn then fair maid and fly with me, Thy lowland haunts forfake, And all my cares fhall be for thee, Dear Lafs of Lucern: Lake, THE CHARMS OF MEL Bat one that could buftle and ftir in my fhop. ¢ O’% fear not my courage, prov’d over and over, to ae DY.s0 > evG Re + ait ee tea me ‘ RR: ; In Choice of a Hufband, &t. Air,—Paddy Whack , = N choice of a hufband we widows are vices A I'd not have a man wou'd grow old in a trice’, Not a bear or a monkey, a clown or a fop, | A log (ll avoid when I’m choofing my lad, And a ftork that might gobble up ail that I had ; Such fuirors I’ve had fir, but off they might hop, I want one that can buftle and ftir in my fhop. The lad in my eye, is the man to my mind, So handfome, fo young, fo polite, and fo kind ; Wirth fuch a good foul to the alter Vd hop, He’s the man thatcan buftle and ftir in my fhop. Agreeable Surprife. The Cheerful. Hibernian. LL you that are wife, and think Jife worth enjoying, Pa ‘ 4 Or foldier or failor, by land or by fea ; In loving and laughing your time be-employing, Your ie to your lip, and your lafs on your nee. ts Come fing away honies, and caft off all forrow, Tho’ we all die to-day, let’s be merry to-morrow, A hundred years hence ’twill be too late to borrow A moment ef time to be joyous and free, Come fing away honies, &c. My lord and the bithop, in {pite of their fplendor, When death gives the call trom their glories muft part 3 ’ ¢ Your beautiful dame, when the fummons is fenz her ; Will feel the blood ebb from the cheek to the heart. Then fing. awa y honies,.&c. For riches and honors then, why all this-tiot, Your rangling and jangling and all your alarms ; Arrah! burn you my honies, you'd’beiter be quiet, And take while you can, a kind girl to your arms. You’d better be finging and cafting of forrow, Tho’.you all die to-day, fure be merry to-morrow ;_ A hundred years hence ’twill be too late to borrow One moment to toy and enjoy her fweer charms. ° You'd better be finging, &c, he +. ; Row Dow’ Your foldier will rout each impertinent lover; With'a row: dow I’il guard you, the foe fhall your prefence fly, . Big Who to fall in love here, muft have tumbled, faith, pretty high. With wide fpreading charms, like the lake of Kil- larney, . Dear creature, O liften to none of their blarney. Witha tow dow, &e. Your true hearted lad is come galloping te you, Oh'! the falmon’s leap’s nought to his flight to pur- fue you. ©. Caed With a row dow, &c. Your fhort date of beauty—your glib tongs con- ' trafting, Ao Like our own giant's cauleway, will prove ever-i fafting. “\ “4 - With a row dow, ‘ &cu sO? eee 2p «ie i The Captured Crew. - BW YIGHT fearce her mantle had withdrew, AN). And flowly ufher’d in the morn, When bearing down, we {pied in view, "The favage foe not far aftern: The floureft trrembled—fmall our crew, The victims of fuperior power ; . ‘Wet courage bid the drooping few Wait calmly for the fatal hour. Bold they approach’d—a council’s held, * ae Our men, with voice united, cry, « Rather than bafely deign to yield, “ They’d meet their fate and boldly die?’ The fight now rag’d—from fide to fide The thund’ring cannons dreadful found ; With purple ftain the deck was dy’d, Which iffu’d from each gaping wound. ‘Such havoc now flern death has made, Vain our refiftance—nought could fhield ; . Wounds and fatigue on valour prey’d, And with relu@ance did we yield: Bur {carce our batter'd hull we quit, * Scarce from the fturdy wreck retire, ?Ere up fhe blew, ’fham’d to be beat, Shrouding -her form in fheets of fire. Touk Truelove’s Knell. ui OM Truelove weo'd the fweeteft fair, ‘That e’er te tar was kind ; _ Her face was of a beauty rare, More beautiful her mind ! His meffmates heard, while with delight, He namd her for his bride: A fail appear’d, ah! fatal fighe, For grief his love had died: Muft I, cried he, thofe charms refign, I love fordear, fo well? ~Wou’d they have toll’d, inftead of thine, Tom Truelove’s knell, | Break heart, at once, and there’s an end, — Tho’ all that heav’n could give ; But hold, I-have a noble friend, Yet, yet, for him [ll live ; Fortune, who all her baleful fpite, Not yet on Tom had tried, Sent news one rough tempeftuous night, That his dear friend had died. And thou, too! muft I thee refign, ~ Who honor lovw’d fo well? Would they had toll’d, inftead of thine, Tom Truclove’s knell. Enough, enough, a faltfea wave An healing balm fhall bring— A failor you? cried one, and brave? Live ftill to ferve your king : The moment comes, behold the foe! Thanks, gen’rous friend, he cried ; The iecond broadfide laid him low, _ He nam’d his love and died : The tale in mournful accents fung, His friends {till forrowing tell, How fad and folemn, three times rung Tom Truelove’s knell. Didbdin, . .- THE CHARMS OF MELODY. 387 The Town Crier. YES, O yes, O yes! Loft, or miflaid, or flolen, or flray’d, | Vhe character, the decency, the duty of a youth, | Who. was fam’d till this accident, for probity aad truth, Who affuag’d his parents forrow, alleviated all theic cares, And who,with matchlefs honor regulated thetr affairs, And who with matchlefs, &c. | speags.]. This young man was feen to come out of his father’s banker's, he was beckoned to by a lady in a@ hackney-coach, he drove to a jeweller’s, where he bought her a fine diamond necklace, danced with a roaring party at atavern, and in the evening was heard to talk very loud at the opera; he was after- wards introduced to’ a houfe not a hundred miles from St. Fames’s, where it is fuppofed he could get no fupper, for he was feen absut three o'clock in the morning, to fwallow dice and eat cards. | Who to his wretched parents this mifguided youth will bring, | Befides the fatisfaction of doing a good adlion, | He fhall receive a fum more than mines can e’er afford, He fhall fee the peace and comfort of a family reftor’d. God fave the King. | Oyes, O yes, O yes! | Loft, or miflaid, or ftolen, or flray’d, | The tears of a widow, rich, wealthy, and fair, | Who nurs’d a rich old hufband half a year with © tender care, | Who lov’d him not for his riches, conveniency or pel ; | All which is very true, for fhe told me fo herfelf, All which is very true, &c. | speaxs.] As this poor unfortunate young lady was feen ‘about two hours after her hufband’s death to go to the Commons to prove his will, where it is fuppofed that a glance from the eye of a handfome young prodor, fo dried and abfsrbed up the sears of the difconfolate widow, that fhe has never been een to ery but once fince, and then was deteGed with an onion in her pocket handkerchief. | Who to this wretched mourner thefe fame precious drops will bring, | Refides the fatisfaion of doing a good adlion, | Shall receive a gracious fmile, which is all that can’ be proffer’d, | As they will be cried no more, nor any great reward ‘offer’d, God fave the King. O yes, O yes, O yes! Loft, or miflaid, or ftolen, or ftrayd, | The knife and fork of an alderman—a counfellor’s wig, The dice-box of a Grecian—a parfon’s tythe-pig—== | The fan of a lady—a falfe tooth, alfo, The hair powder licenfe, and the hair powder be- longing to a beau. ruined, and deprived of their livelihood by the lofs of the charitable and humane are hereby humbly requefted to take into confideration their forlorn condition. will bring, | Befides the fatisfaction of doing a good action, Many thanks they fhall receive from the charirable donors, { God faye the King. | speaks.] As ihefe poor unfortunate fufferers are nearly | thefe refpective articles, they being their working tools, And who to thefe poor people, thefe fame articles / As they are very little ufe to any body but the owners. Tr .— 388 Giles Jollup the Grave, and Brown Sally Green. ‘A Parody on Alonzo the Brave and Fair Imog'ne. M, G. LEWIS. Doeror fo prim and a fempftrefs fo tight Hob a-nobb’d-in fome right marafquin ; They fuck’d up the cordial with trueft delight : Giles Jollup the Grave was juft five feet in height, And four feet the brown Sally Green. « ——“ And as,” faid Giles Jollup, “ to-morrow I go “ To phyfic a feverifn land, “At fome fixpenny hcp, or perhaps the Mayor’s fhow, ** You'll tumble in love with fome fmart city beau, “And with him fhare your fhop in the Strand.” — —**Lord! how can you think fo?” brown Sally Green faid; You muft know mighty little of me; “ For if you be living, or if you be dead, “© I {wear, ’pon my honour, that none in your ftead _ Shall hufband of Sally Green be. “ And if e’er for another my heart fhoald decide, ** Falfe to you and the faith which I gave, “ God grant re: at dinner too amply fupplied, ** Over-eating may give me a pain in my fide; ““ May your ghoft then bring rhubarb to phyfic the bride, ** And fend her well dofed to the grave!” Away went poor Giles, to what place is not told: Sally wepr, till fhe blew her nofe fore! But fearce had a twelvemonth elapfed, when behold ! A brewer, quite ftylifh, his gig that way roll’d, And flopp’d it at Sally Green’s door, His wealth, his pot-belly, and whifky of cane, Soon made her untrue to her vows ; The fieam of frong beer now bewildering her brain, He caught her while tipfy! denials were vain, So he carried her home as his fpoufe. And now the roaft beef had been bleft by the prieft, To cram now the guefts had begun: Tooth and nail like a wolf fell the bride on the feaft; Nor yet had ‘the clath of her knife and fork ceafed, When a bell—(C twas a dufiman's)—tsll’d—* one!” Then fir with amazement brown Sally Green found That a ftranger was ftuck by her fide: His cravat and his rufles with fnuff were em- brown’d; He ate nor, he drank not, but, turning him round, Sent fome pudding away to be fried!!! Fis wig was turn’d forwards, and fhort was his height ; His apron was dirty to view: $ The women (oh! wondrous) weres huth’d at his fight: > ys The cats, as they eyed him,sdrew back, (well they might, ) a a For his body was pea green and ble! BALLADS Andie Un pi tousabe, LEGENDARIES, ie, i Now, as all with’d to fpeak, but nane knew what to ay, a en They look’d mighty foolifh and queer: * At length fpoke the bride, while fhe trembled—<- “| pray, 4 a “ Dear Sir, your peruke that afide you would day, ‘* And pur-ake of fome Jirong orjmall beer |” ——. ‘ The fempftrefs is filent; the ftranger complies;. And his wig from his phiz deigns to pull. Adzooks! what a fquall Sally gave through furprize ! Like a pig that is fluck how fhe open’d her eyes, When the recognized Jollup’s bare tkuli { Each mifs then exclaim’d, while fhe turn’d up her fnour, * Sir, your head isn’t fit to be feen !”— The pot-boys ran in, and the pot-boys ran out, And couldn't conceive what the noife was about, While the Doétor addrefs’d Sally Green ——* Behold me, thou jile-flirr! behold me!” he ; cried ; " a. oe “| You've broken the faith which you gave! “ God cai that, to panifh your falfehood and pride, 4 “ Over-eating fhould give you a pain in your fide: “ Come, fwallow this rhubarb! Pll phyfic the bride, ‘““ And fend her well-dofed to the grave !”—— Thus faying, the phyfic her throat he forced down, In fpite of whate’er fhe could fay ; Then bore to his chariot the damfel fo brown; Nor ever again was fhe feen in that town, Or the Doctor who whifk’d her away. + Bits Not long liv’d the Brewer: and none fince that time To make ufe of the brewhoufe prefume ; For ’tis firmly belived, that, by order fublime, There Saily Green fuffers the pain of her crime, And bawls to get out of the room. . At midnight four times in each year does her fprite With fhrieks make the chamber refound: —-“ IL won't take the rhubarb!” fhe fqualls in affright, While, a cup in his left hand, a draught in his right, Giles Jollup perfues her around! _ ; de x ” With wigs fo well powder’d, their fees while they crave, ; Dancing round them twelve dotors are feen: They drink chicken-broth, while this horrible ftave Is twang’d through each nofe—* To Giles Jollup the Grave, _ “ And his patient, the fick Sally Green P? VASTR EN MED LES The Plan of the Publither isto embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Enelith antes (worth preferving—forming an Univerfal Magaxine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political Songs; as wellas Old Englih, Irith, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c.—To which will be added, a complese Index a Ss A Bundle of Proverbs. si ae ma Quaker, I don’t quake for fear,: ee ‘or a thoufand hot words will not four good beer ; “Y name’s eee: a Quaker I am, | If we firmly unite, we may laugh at their cricks, [6 [| em {], i Let us mind the old tale of the bandie of flicks ; In figure a lion, in {pirit a lamb ; re Phe Ratiove at Tis true I can’t fing like the fmarts of the town, They would cat hyatt [hem Lp es Lane : One queftion occurs, and I'll make bold to afk it; But fometimes I chant out a flave of my own, Don’t you think they have too many eggs in one [hem !] ; bafker. Sant ue The Belles and Beaux, _ In flafhy clothes, _ All laugh at my Proverbs, as by they are fcudding, Your hangry dogs will attack dirty pudding, &c. In numbers they greatly exceed us, ’tis clear, 3 Ne? 7 " : But two preis’d men’s not equal to one yolunteer j In vain are their efforts, mind not their alarms, I can’t boaft of wit, nor fhoot fatire’s keen dart, But an ill phrafe may come from a very good heart; My tafk is to give a fhort fketch of the times, And put my old fayings in doggrell rhymes ; | ae In Britain’s Praife, _.-My Voice I'll raife, May no foreign follies her brave fons bewitch, Af the blind lead the blind, both will fall in the “ditch. In friendfhip’s bands Join. hearts and hands, And let us for England ftand up one and ail, For a kingdom divided muft certainly-fall, Bonaparte in Egypt French freedom did try, But the Gipfies had “got other fifhes’ to fry’; They cared for his liberty-tree not a ruth, For a bird in the hand is worth two ia’ the bufh ; Sure as a gun, He’s quite undone, \ /The French all declare, that they’ll make us all rue, But ’tis one thing to fay, and another-to do ; They fwagger and blufter, and {wear in loud tones, But high words I’ve heard, never break any bones ; hé’s vist Pihey vow chéyal fight What can you have more from a cat than his | By day and night, fkin. . In fhips, and large rafts, and baloons, and all that, But a lion was never afraid of a cat. They threaten to cut the poor Englith to fritters, | Bur you know very well ‘tis not all gold that ats glitters ; ‘ Let them meet our brave tars, and they’ll quickly | retiré, | oF . For Pve heard burnt children dread fovely the fire ; The Lait Adieu. | They vaunting roar 4 They'll foon come _o’er, | : 7 ) ‘And then they can conquer us allein a trice ; Bis hue ne ee TA Ha } & K pa | en forc’d s, fo kind, fo true; Bur yes know noify cats very feldom catch mice. And the deep figh with forrow gtow, : ; art When call’d to bid a laft adieu. T own they've been lucky in frightning and burn- ; ing, yy. But ’tis a long lane that has never a turning 3° They'll rail at our laws and religion, alas! Then muft we part, a hard decree, No more the happy hours renew With thofe we love, no longer fee © e, h ft hat ha Vit \ pny eR eel toot A The friends thae bid fla wiiew,, They proudly boaft ) we | - ‘Their conquering hoft, | Can nature chain within my breaft, "To humble Old England will foon be difparch’d, Thofe thoughts that ever turn on you; But fome reckon their chickens before they are || When love declares my foul can’t refim hatch’d, May heav’n forbid a laft adieu, , ? PUBLISHED at N°} 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, Fem se __ Where the preceding Numbers ean be had. ~ » We are not all babes, though we'll all/be in arms; = Though, he cannot loofe much, fech a pickle The, Storm.. - EASE rude Boreas, biuftying railer, Lift, ye landfmen all! to me, Memates, hear a brother failor Sing the dangers of the fea, From bounding billows firft in motion, When the difiant whirlwixds rife ; To the tempefi troubled ocean, Where the feas contend- with fries. Bark! the boatfwain hoarfely bawling,—! By toptail theets, and haulyards fland! Down top-gullants quick be hauling ! Down your flay-fails, hand, boys, hand! Now iufrefhens, fet the braces ;. Quick the topfail.fheets let go; Luff, boys, luff, don’t make wry faces ! Up your topfails nimbly clew! « Now all you on down beds fporing, * Fond!y lock’d in beauty’s arms, Freth enjoyments Warten couring, Free teom all but love’s alarms,— Round us:roar the tempeft luader; * Think what fear our mird enthrals: Hardér yet, tt yet blows hardery Now again the boatfwain calls : The tonfail-yards point to the wind, boys! See all clear to reef each courfe! Ler the fore-fhee s go; don’t mind, boys, Thoneh the weather fhould be worfle. Fore and aft the fprit-fail yard get; Reef the miien ;. fee all clear: Hand up! each preventer-brace fet ; Mian the fore-yards cheer, lads, cheer? Wow the dreadful thunders roaring ! Peals an peals. contending clafh4 On our heads fierce rain falis pouring f In our eyes blue lightmings flafh! One’ wide watervail around us, All above us one black tkyt Diff’rent dearhs at once furround us. Hark! wisat means that dreadful. cry ? The foremafi’s gone, cries every tongue wut, O’er the Jee, twelve feet ’vbove deck. A \eak beneath the cheft-tree’s fprung our; Call on hands ta clear the wreck. Quick the lanyards cnt to pieces ! Come, my -hearis be flout and bold! Plumb che well, the lake increafes ; Four feet water in the hold! While o’er the fhip wild waves are beating, We for wives or children mourn; Alas! from hence there’s no retreating ; Alas! from hence there’s no return. Still the leak is gaining on us, Both chain pumps‘are choak’d below, Hesv’a have mercy here upon us ;: Bor only that can fave us now! O’er the lee-beam is the land boys ; Let the guns o’er-board be thrown; To the pump come every han‘, boys ; See our mifen-maft is gane, The leak we've found; ir cannot ponr faft: We've lighten’d her a foot or more; Up, and rig a jury fore-maf; She righrs, fhe rights, boys! wear of thore. Yow once more on joys we're thinking, Since kind forrune fpar’d our ‘lives ; Come, the can, boys, let’s be drinking To our fweethearts and our wives. Fill ir up, about thip wheel ir; Ciofe to th’ lips 4 brimmer join. Where's the tempeft now ; who feels it ? None! our dangei’s drown’d in wine! eS ee: re ek Wy a oe or yg tee ae HE CHARM°OF MELODY, = / The Young Man’s With. | ¥PREE from the buftle care and fife, Of this fhore variegated life, | O let me fpend my days. In reral fweemefs, with a friend, | — Yo whom ry mind | may "hpbeok ~ Nor ‘cenfure heed or praife. Riches bring cares—I afk not wealth, Let me enjoy but peace, and health, I envy not the great: 7 Tis thefe alone can make me bleft; _ ‘ The riches take of eait and welt, 1 claim mx thefe or flate. Tho’ not extravagant nor near, tees But through the well fpent checker’d year, I’d have enough to live; Bai Fo drink a bottle witha friend, 9 °° - Aflift him in diftrefs, ne’er lend, =~ But rather freely give. i ; I too would wifh, to fweeten life, A gene, kind, good natur’d wife, Young, fenfible and fair: | One who could love but me alone, Prefer my cot to e’er a throne, _And“footh my every care. Thus happy with my wife and friend, My life I cheerfully would fpend, | With no vain thoughts oppreft ; Jf heav’n has blifs for me m fore, O grant me this, | afk no more, And I am truly bleft. ; ; Ah! why muft words. | ‘Howhyemaft words «my flame reveal, What needs my’ Datnen 2b ane te What all my aélions prove, : vg A blufh whene’er I meet his eye, Whene’er I hear his name a figh | | betrays my fecret love., ; In all their fports upon the plain My eyes ftill fix’d on him remain, ~ And him alone approve ; . The reft unheeded, dance or play, He fleals fom all my praife away, | ; And can he doubt my love. Whene’er we meet my looks confefs , The pleafures which my foul poffefs, And all its cares. remove. ; Still, Rill too fhort-appears his Ray. I frame excufes for delay, ~ sy Can this be ought, but love > Does any fpeak.in Damon’s praife, — +: How pleas’d am J with all he fays, ‘ And evry word approve ; A Is he defam’d, tho’ but in jeft, I feel refentment fire my breafty i. Alas, becaufe I Jove. ie, But O what tortures tear my heart, | When I fufpect his looks im part, a The teaft defire to rove. t [ hate thé maid who gives me pain, Yet him I firive to hate in vain, For ah! that hate is love. Then afk not words but read my eve: Believe my blufhes, truft my igh, oe All thefe my paffion prove: Words may deceive, may fpring. from art, * But the true language of‘my heart | To Damon imuft be love. | ' dn dufky mantle wrapp’d, a grifly form op Bloody through the troubled air, . Jf the’ threfhold ‘once be croft, rae : 3 ; 7 Ot Gentle Peace: 2'- H! gentle peace with pleafing fmiles, 3 Welcome rhe failor, from his toils, His prizes fold, his wages paid, His fhip is fafe in harbour laid; _To Sal his dear with all his ftare, _And {wears from’ her to part no more, “Qh! Sal,’ faid he, ‘ when bullets flew ‘ Around my head, and of the crew ‘ Lay firetched on deck, fad fight to fee, * I fele no pain but love for thee, ; ‘Still hoping when the ward be o’er, ‘ My Sal and I fhouid part no niore,’ Sal thas replied, ‘ as through the door ‘ With hollow. founds the wind did roar, «My conftant heart was fraught with woe, | * Geaft you might to the bottom go ; x UA . , ‘ Bat Yow the cruel war is o’et, * I hose we've met to pare no more? Come thén,’ Tays Tom, * le’s bear away, And to the church make no delay; The parfon chen with golden twine, : “Will taft enfure your hand in mine, ‘ In peace and love to live ‘on fhore, € 6 4 é '* And nought but dearth to ‘part us more. Dunean’s Warning. RECITATIVE, der the hearh, amid his fleel.clad-Thanes, ‘ RS The royal Duncan rode tn martial pride, fide; A Ruth’d wich a giant ftride acrofs the way ; And thus, while ‘how!’d around re rifing ftorm, In hollow thund’ring accents pour'd difmay. SONG. TOP, © king, thy deftin’d courfe, Furl thy fiandard,! turn thy horfe ; Death befers this onward. track, Come no further, quickly back. Hearlt theu ‘not the ‘raven’s croak ? See’ft thon not-ahe -blafted oak ? Feelft thou not the loaded dky ? Read thy danger, king, and fly. To! yon cafile banners glare Lo! what {pectres on the roof, Frowning bid thee ftand aloof, Murder, like an eagle, waits Percl’d above the gloomy gates, Juft in a vo pounce his prey, Corne nox hear—away, away. ‘Let nor plighted faith begnile Honour’s femblance, beaury’s file; Fierce ambition’s venom’d dart Rankles in the fef’ring heart. Treafon arm’d, againft thy life, Points his dagger, whets his knife, Drugs his flupefying bowl, Steels his unreleming foul. Now ’rls time; ere grifly night, Clofes round thee, fpeed thy flight ; Duncan, thou’rt for ever loft, On he goes! refiftlefs fate Heftes to fill his morral date: Ceafe, ye warnings! vain tho’, true, Murcer'd king, adieu! adieu! r sa Wheré, full ro view, high topp’d with glitr’ring vanes, Macbeth’s ftrong tow’rs o’erhung the mountain’s . THE CHARMS OF MELODY. | See where old Danger leads ah Hark, away to” the Downs. | Ce hark away, away to the Downs, The huntfman‘is gone en before with the hounds ;« | Sol afer taking his midnighe nap, Shaking his ears ‘in Theris’s lap. Come come, my boys, ‘Phefe are the joys, That far exceed the delights of the Doxies - This is the fport, To which we refort, Always in purfuir of hares aad foxes. Tol. bok fot. Diana and her nymphs are already dreft, : Bach with a quiver and hunting vett; | Po follaw the chace fhe very well knows, ; Scorning the delights of the fops and beaux. Let the fond loving tool All day play the tool, | Coaxing his lafs. with fizhs and. with tears 5 We'll hunt all-the day, At night laugh and play, And outlive chem many many years. m along, Old Jenker exceeds them with his fong : | Sirrah, get over or Pll crack your crown, Now my lad get up that you are down. Fy, Randonf, fy, Sirrah, do not lie; Joe, whip that babler, he is running counter, Ware heel, ware heel, ware heel # Ware heel, ware heel; ware heel! “4 She has made the break where fr we found her. Hold hard on, don’t make fuch a rout, Let them alone, theyll foon make her out: Cer yonder ream I'm fure the’s croft, They hunt her fo cool, I’m fure'the’s loft. Halloo, hark away! funo’s the lay, That's it my baby, fhe’s gone thro’ the fallow, Try the dogs arqund, ¢ ‘The fheep fpoil’d the ground,. Blaft thofe foormen how they hollow. ~ Why fo faft 2) not fo mach haffe, Let them enjoy it without any hurry. She’s gone a head or muft lie’ at quot, Jue, whip thofe dogs well in’ with Larry, Fralloo hailoo halloo! dead dead dead! Jump off your hories and fave hee from teariag. Hadois hadois hadois, ye Where’s Ned or Joe, Look at them yonder out of hearing. Let the dull courfer beat the buth, All the day Jong in purfuie of Pefs; In that amufement. I find no fer, _ For the fport is all over as foon as begun ; _ "Tis but So ho, fo ho, fo ho, fo ho, fo bo, Blaft thein, there’s no pleafure init. Halloo Ralloo hatloo? + Dead dead dead ! Merry for a minute and ‘dull fur-an hour, Oh! why fhould Lave. BH! why fthould love with tyrant fway, , Opprets each youthful heart ? Iviu/t all his rigid Yaws obey, And feel his pointed dart ? On reafon’s aid in vain we call, To break the galling chain, The porent god difdains ir ail, ~ And trinmphs-in our pain. or | BALLADS ANCI The Fatal Siflers, FROM THE NORSE TONGUE.——GRAY. eed To be found in the. Orcades of Thormadus Torfaeus ; Hafniez, 1697, folio ; and alfoin Bartholinus: . Vitt er.orpit fyrir valfalli, &c. * In the eleventh century Sigurd, Earl of the Orkney Ifands, went with a fleet of Jaips anda confiderable body of troops into Ireland, to the affifiance of Sictryg. awith the filken beard, nho was then making war on his father-in-law, Brian, King of Dublin: the Earl and all his forces were cut 10 pieces, and Sictryg was in danger of @ total defeat ; but the enemy had a greater hfs in the death of Brian their king, who fell in the a@ion, On Chrifimas-day (the day of the battle,) a native of Scotland faw, ‘at a diflance, a number of perfons on hor feback riding full Speed | towards a hill, and feeming to enter it. _Curiofity led him to foll@v them, till looting through an opening in the rocks, he faw twelve gigantic figures refem- bling women: they avere all employed about a loom ; and as they wove, they fung the following dreadful Song ; which, when they had finifhed, they tore the web into twelve pipces, and (each taking her portion) galloped fix to the dorth, andas many to the fouth. Thefe were the Valkyriur, female divinities, fervants of Odin (or Woden) in the Gothic mythology. Their name fignifies Choofers of the Slain. They were mounted on fewift horfes, with drawn fwords in their hands; and in the throng of battle felected fuch as were deftined to flaughter, and conduéted them to Valkalla, the hall of Odin, or Paradife of the Brave, where they attended the banquet, and ferved the departed heroes with horns of mead and ale. ee Now the ftorm begins to lower, (Hafte, the loom of hell prepare,) Iron-fleet of arrowy fhower Hurtles in the darken’d air. Glittering Jances are the loom, Where the dufky warp we ftrain, Weaving many a foldier’s doom, Orkney’s woe, and Randver’s bane. See the grifly texture grow! (Tis of human entrails made) , And the weights, that play below, Each a gafping warrior’s head. Shafis for fhuttles, dipp’d in gore, Shoot the trembling cords along. Sword, that once a monarch bore, Keep the tiffue clofe and ftrongy) tt ee Ae us TD yo) a eneenir Nt TEESO fie en eee ENT AND MODERN, LE GENDARIES, er ae wea | (Weavé the crimfon web of war) + Mifta;-black terrific Maid, ~ . Sangrida, and Hilda, fee! if Join the wayward work to aid: *Tis the woof of victory. MS fag: eal ”* Ere the ruddy fua be fet, ve Pikes muft fhiver, javelins fing, Blade with: clattering bucklér meer, Hauberk crafh, and helmet ring. == - Let us ‘go, and let us fly, § ** © hs Where our friends the confli@ fhare, = © Where they triumph, where they die. ‘As the paths of Fate we*tread, » Wading through th’ enfanguined field, . Gondula, and Geira, fpread . | . Over the youthful King your fhield. We the reins to flanghter give, Ours to kill, and ours to fpare: Spite Of danger he fhall live. (Weave the crimfon web of war.) They, whom once the defert beach NA oe REN § Pent within its bleak domain, = + >, g¢ Soon their ample fway fhall ftretch Nee O’er the plenty of the plain. Low the dauntlefs Earl is laid, — Mt a och | Gored with many a gaping wound: — Fate demands a nobler head; Pt ; Soon a King fhall bite the ground. © er 7 per Rey hei Long his lofs fhall Eirin* weep, ° - Ne’er again his likenefs fee ; - Long her ftrains in forrow .fteep:: Strains of immortality ! Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the fun, Sifters, weave the web of death.— — Sifters, ceafe: the work is done.” Hail che tafk, and hail the hands! Songs of joy and triumph fing !_ Joy to the victorious bands; . ~ . Triumph to the younger King! ¥ Motta], thou that heart the tale, Learn the tenour of our fong. Scotland, through each winding vale Far and wide the. notes prolong, Sifters, hence with fpurs of fpeed: © | Each her thundering faulchion wield ~~ x Each beftride her fable fleed. Jed AR tas vi Hurry, hurry 4o she field... | j55- +s by 4; .+ ety @ inclend, 7 * ’ ay ee CHARMS O { a ee } : : : a Oo R ‘ Y tae si ‘ ; ¢ P SPR PN. ACE DL Bee f ¢ - POM cea ON manera The Plan of the Publither is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, allthe Songs, ancient and modera, in the Enplifh Language, ‘i worth prefervinge—forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War. Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old “ifelith, Irith, Scotch and German Ballads, Legendaries, &c, &¢. —=To which will be added, acomplete Index. The Charms of Liberty. Not as it fhou’d be. if : mS ‘Le : F . ie every chatm’s on earth combin’d, re a te CL In Chloe's face, in Chloe’s mind, } Coxcomb ee faid : Why was | born, ye gods, to fee, Sete: be wee Bers wpa Wen heed, ; Bee okcine Of my liberty? a ' But ?twas falfe, as I rold Mr: Wou’d-be. . 2 His Dodtor declar’d, Until that faral haplefs-day, Impotency debarr'd, My heart was lively, blithe, and \gav, { The Fribble was not as he fHouw’d be. , Goud fport with every nymph but ihe, As B : , | ; Who robs me of my liberty. pty ir A on 0 Britannia’s abus’d, ee lear Chise, ere coos late, How many loud coffee-houfe praters ‘That death muft be my haplefs fate, Me boaft of the weight If love and yoa do not agree, Which. they have in the peate, Pee a my liberty. And xwou’d be the Nation’s Dictators,. * Now to the darkfome woods I rove, Such CRATE Gs pretend RefleSiing on the pains of love ; They can England befriend, Ra omy every clown’ I fee, So attract or difttadt all about them; Enjoy the fweets of liberty. - mae Pera ae ee a tow, when, what, and-alfo, ! We'll follow Hymen’s happy train, And the Miniftry can’t do without them. And every idle care difdain ; oe ' . We'll live in-fweer tranquillity, “When Candidates bow, Nor with for greater liberty. : Patriotic they vow ; : : To honour, eeem, and adore us ; f But chofe, they change foon, | Vhey are taught the Court Tunes iy ; The Jovial peamen. And chant in Majority’s ‘chorus. OW little do the landmen know Reproach, if you pleafe, Se rs Of what we’ failors feel May impertinent teaze, aK ‘When- waves do mount. and winds do blow; Remembrance attempt to awaken ; But we have hearts of fteel; , Sut th’ anfwer is rhis, No danger can ailright us ; ‘ ‘I_thought things amifs, i No enemy fhall flour: . I really, my friend, was miffaken. We'll make the mionfieurs right us; Ee : So tofs, the can about. e His miatket is:rade, We all live by trade, E Sick ‘etofe to orders, rieflmates, ieee Pe icpenge you whether; We'll plunder, burn_and fink, PON a ana ale ty Change-alley’s the game, Then, France, have at your fir#-rates ; For Britons never fhrink : We'll rammage. all we fancy, We'll bring them in by {cores, “And Moll, and Kate, and Nancy, Shall roll in louis-d’ors. While here at. Deal we're lying With our noble Commodore, We'll {pend our wages freely boys, And then to fea for more: In peace we'll drink and fing, boys, In war we'll never fly ; Here’s a health to George our «sisg, boys, . And the royal family. _ PUBLISHED at N%: SO, BEDEFORD-ROW, Dublin, Sie te a) Where the preceding Numbers can -be had, A job! a fad job altogether! Our animal ftuf Is not made of bomb proof, When Tempration’s artillery affails: As the Batt’ries begin, o We're betray’d from within, The flefh over fpirit prevails. Corruption! thar’s hard— But, from birth to church-yard, What are we? but rotting, along: Folly moulders our clay, ass Bach vice has its day, ft iin a . But—zood-night—tor Pve done with my fung. Sarena eetethncaannieatte Amcrica,| Commerce and Freedom. t FOW bleft the life a failor leads, rh Irom clime ro clime flill ranging ; kor as the calmothe ftorm fucceeds, Yhe feene delights.by changing. Tho’ tempefis howl along the main, Some objects will remind us, Aad cheer with hope to meet again The friends we left behind us. CHORUS. Then under full fail, we laugh art the gale, And the Jandfmen look pale, never heed ’em ; But tofs of the glafs to a favorite lafs, To America, Commerce, and Freedom. | But when arrived in fight of land, < Or fafe in port rejoicing, Our fhip sve moor, our fails we. hand, Whilft out our boat is hoifting ; * With cheerful hearts the fhore we reach, Our friends delighted greet us: . And tripping lightly o’er the beach, ., The ,pretry laffes meet us. CHORUS, Mie When the full flowing bowl enlivens the-foul, To fost it we merrily lead’em; And each bonny lafs will drink off her glafs, ’ To America, Commerce, and Freedom. Our'prizes fold, the chink we fhare, And gladly we.receive ir, And when we meet.a brother tar ~ That wants, we freely give it. No free born failor yet-had ftore, But cheerfuily would lend ir, And when ’tis gone, to fea for more; We earn i bur to fpend ir. ‘ CHORUS. Then drink round my boys, ’ris the firft of our jeys To relieve the*diftrefs’d, clouth®and feed ’em! "Tis a duty we fhare with the brave and the fair, _In this land of Commerce and Freedom. . * Davy Jones’s Locker ; Or, a fequel to the favorite fong of Poor Fack.. HEN laft honeft Jack, of whofe fate I now write, ny Weigh’d aacher, and caft out for fea ; For he never refus’d for hisicountry- to fight, When calli’d on no lubber was he. To hand, reef, and fleer, and boufe ‘evry thing tighr,. Full well did he know evy’ry inch; Tho’ the top-lifts of failors rhe tempeft fhon!d finite, jack never was known for to flinch. Tho’ the top-lifts, &e. Aloft from the maft-head one day he efpy’d, Seven fail which appear’d to’ his view ; Clearithe decks, fpunge the guns, was inflantly cri’d, And each to his flarion then flew ; And foughe until many a noble was flain, And fil. 2d was every gun; “Twas then all the honeft tar’s valour was Vain, For by numbers, alas! they’re undone. Yet think not bold Jack, tho’sby conqueft difmay’d, Could tamely fubmit to his fate ; When his country he found he no longer could ferve, Looking round, he addrefs’d thus each mate ; W hat’s life, d’ye fee, when our liberty’s gone, Much nobleriit were for to die . So now-for old Duvy—then plung’d in the main— > 1 , ‘ven the Gheritb above, heav’d a figh. ee tng | Righe s . + z . - y. ‘* : y .>3 v7) Sy Y mcs, > “YN Martindale a village gay, A damfel deigns to dwell; san : Whofe looks are like a fummer’s day, = Whofe charms no tongue canted; Whene’er I meet her on:my. way, © 2 [ tell my am’rous tale, __ Then heave a figh and foftly fay, * Sweet maid of Martindale. ‘ Xs This nymph has numbers in her train, From Hodge up to the Squire; A conqueit makes of evry fwain, All gaze and all admire. : Then where’s the hope, alas! for me,» That: 1 fhould e’er yprevail ; ” Yet, while [breathe Ill think of thee, Sweet maid of Martindale, Should fate propitious be my Jot, e To call this charmer mine ; Vd live content in lowly vot And pompous thoughts refign. _ But if fhe feorn, each heart felt’figh, And leaves me to bewail ; ; For thee, my fair, for thee I'll die, Kes Sweet maid of Martindale. . 2 Prithee Fool be Quiet. cH S vother day young Damon ftray’d '- Where Chloe fat demure, He doff’d his hat, and figh’d, and gaz’d, ’Twas love that ftruck him—fure: — With rev’rence he approach’d the fair, He Which fhe look’d very fhy ar: And when he prais’d her fhape and air, f “Twas—prithee fool be quiet. My dear, he ery’d, now be not coy, — Nor think my meaning rude; Let love, like mine, thy mind emplov, True love can ne'er intrude; — , -Her hand he then affay’d, to’ kifs, © \ Which, frowning, fhe cry’d fie ar, And when he ftruggled for, the blifs, Said—prithee fool be quiet, . fe Then kneeling at her feet, he fwore a Without her he fhould die ;. " . That man ne’er laved woman more, And heav’d a melting figh: © ti Cupid unfeen now touch’d her breaf, ™ And there kick’d up a riot; oo Much foften’d, yet the ftill exprefs’d iv Nay—prithee fir be quiet. Rin heh The youth perceiv’d her alter’d tone, ap And boldly afk’d her hand; Gate Soon hymen made them both as one, — United in his band: The cafe too foon is changed quite— A fcene you'll all cry. fie-ars. She prates away from morn till night, While he cries—Zounds be quiet. ae ete \ THE CHARMS OF MELODY, ye gets! ewe ie happy F armer. The Albion the Pride of the Sea. \ } « \ yi A Me boys, would you know how’ our fhip got ) her name, gti? You fhall {peedily know that from me; When ready to launch fhe was chriften’d by Fame, ‘Lhe Albion, the pride of the fea, Aa iene All her crew lads of mettle, *Midit the cannons lond- rattle, A dread lion in battle, Is Albion the pride of the fea. \ ‘7HEN the bonny grey morning jult peeps thro’ WY. © the fkies, hoe | The lark mounting, tunes his fweet lay ; | With a mind unincumber'd by care, I arife, My fpirics light, airy, and gay. : “T take up my gun, honeft Tray, my old friend, Wags his/tail, and jumps joyonfly round ; To the woods then together our footfteps we bend, '- °?is there,health and pleafure are found, _ @ {nuff the freth air, bid defiance to care, And happy, as mortal can be; ‘rom.the toils of the great, from ambition and ftate, "Tis. my pride and my -boaft to be free. As fhe dafh’d’ from the dock, to embrace het own Wwaye, She fprang with a heart full of glee, And cried, let none man but the true Englith brave The Albion, the pride of the fea. All her crew, Sc. __sAt noon, I delighted range o’er the rich foil,. .. “ And labour’s rough children regale. _, Withacup of good home-brew’d I fweeten their toil, _ And ‘laugh at their joke or their tale; _ And whether the ripe waving corn I behold, : Or the innocent flocks meet my fight, Or the archard, whole fruits are jit turning to gold, Sull, ftill, health and* pleafure unite. When, glorious toview, as the fwam on the main, This is my throne, exclaim’d fhe, |‘ And the feeptre, my boys, we e’er fhall ‘maintain, Of Albion, the pride of the fea. “All her crew, &c.! ‘ = . : wa = * i ; : , (A fnuff the freth air, bid defiance to care, And happy .as mortal can-be; ra : Who c re be but Reubut, the flow’r “of the age? For-Reyd2n was firft.in the sneer of men, Though Youth had. {carce written his name on her page. For Willumberg’s daughter his bofom had beat, Kor Rofe, who was bright as the fpirit of dawn, ‘When with wand droppi ng diamonds, and filvery ” rGSr, Ir walks o'er the fow’rs of the mountain and lawn! Muft. Ro/e then, from Reuben-fo fatally fever? Sad, {ad were-the words of the mansin the cave, That darknefs fhould cover the caftie for ever,” Or Reuben be fank-in the mercilefs wave ! . ‘She flew to the wizard— And tell me, oh! -tell, “ Shall-my.Reaben no more _be>reftor’'d to. my eyes 1” 6 Yes, yes—w hens fpirit fhall toll the great bell *« Of the mouldering abbey, Signer: Tivice, thrice he repeated se) ry our Reuben’ thal! rife,” » And Rofe felt a moment's releafe from her pain ; ‘She wip’d, while the liften’d, the tear from her eyes, | : Aad ‘the hop’ d fhe might yet fee her hero again! Her hero could fmile at the terrors of death, When he fele that he died for the fire of his Raf ;' To the Oder he flew, and there plunging. beneath, In the lapfe of the billows foon found his repofe. How ftrangely the Sater of deftiny falig! Notdong.in the water the warrior lay, Vhena fans beam was-feen to glance over the walls, ORee the cafile of Willumberg bafk’d in the day! Ail, all but the foul of the maid was in light, There forrow and terror lay gloomy and blank ; Two davs.did the wander, and all the long night, in ancl of her loye, on the wide river's ‘bank. Olt, oft did the paufe for the toll of the bell, § And fhe “heat but the breathings of nig he in. the air ; 4 Rong, long did fhe gaze on che watery fw all, And fhe faw bit the foam of the white billow there. And often as nvidnight its veil natu iid undraw, As fhe fook’d at the light of «he moon in the > ftrearn, “ ere e thought’ rw as his helmet of filver fhe faw, As the curl of the furge glitterd highin the beam., And now the third night was be gemming the fky, Poor Raje on the éold dewy margent reclin’d, There wept till ei tear al moft froze i in her C¥Eey When hack was the bell that came deep in the aha et : ee > \ your Reuben - fhall “She farled, andl he, thea spelt . A form o’er the waters in majelty g he knew ’twas her love, tho” his cheek ecay’d, | And his helmet of filver was wad by ¢ the tide. re Was this what the feer of the cave had-foretold 2 3 | Dim, dim through the: bashing the moon thot a gleam; > “— *Twas Reuben, but ah! heats deathly nae cold, } And fleeted away like the’ fpeil ofa dream! Feta) Twi ice, thrice did he rife, and as often fhe thought From the bank to embrace Pings but Peary aht never ! ‘ Then {pringing beneath, at a billow, the caugiva: And funk to repofe on its bofom ig ever! © °° e ~ ; : ¥ v a ee f i ; off Se ees o3F t “ld 3% o The Dirge of Wallace, ‘ BY THOMAS (CAMPBELL, ESQ: r - : Agee of The Thai ce Hoes o “ ae wi sates Te SA SR? a Tee lighted a taper at a dead of night, ; And. chaunted: their holieft hymn; 6 _- But her brow and-her bofom were damp with, afftight— sd ‘Here eyes was all. fleeplefs and- alee) . 2 al And the Lady of Expersiiz wept for her Lord, | When a death-watch beat in her lonely room, When-her curtain had fhook of its own accord, \ -And the raven liad flapp'd at her window board— 4 To tell of her warrior’s doom!” ‘ - ‘ 4, “ Now fing ye. the» death-fong, and Joudly pray “ Por the foul, of my. Knight fo dear; — And cali me a> widow this wretched day, — “« Since the waraing of God is here! Mg For Night- mate rides on my ftrangled theep —_ ‘The Lord of my bofom is duom’d to die; His valourous heare they have wounded deep; And thes blood-red tears. fhall his oe weep “ For Waxiace of: Elderflie!”- Ny fi Yet knew not his county “Phat ominous boas ‘ Ere the loud matin bell was rung, ee That a trumpet of death on #h ‘Cnelith tower bi Had the dire of her champion fung! > | When his dungeon-light look’d dim and red — On the high-born blood of a martyr (lant an “No anthem was fanz at ‘his holy death-bed; No weeping there was when his -bofom bled— . And his heart was reat in twain | rie 4“ Ch, it was not thus ee his, oaken {pear - e h Was true to, thar Knight forlorn, ‘4 And hofts of a thoufand were fearrer'd like deer, At the.blaft of the hunter’s horn ; When he nae on the wreck of seach well- fought eld ; With she yeilow-hair’d Chiefs of his nativ land ; | For his lance was not fhiyer’d on helmet or thield— And the fword that feem’d fit for pater to ae Was light in his terrible hand! Yet bleeding and bound, though the Wallace abs For his long lov’d country die, ie. The bugle ne'er fung t» a braver Knight ‘s Than Waizace of Elderflie! — gy But the day of his glory fhall never depart; . His head. unenrom’d fhall wirh glory be balm’d From its blood-Rreaming altar his fpirit fhall fare Tho’ the raven has fed on his ae he; A nobler w as never embalm’d ! i MS OF MELO STREN. MEDLET.: *% YS £ a iat ‘ Sis , . ¥ 2 \ ; career ie The Plan of the Poblitheristo embody in one Grand Folio Volume, al) the Songs, ancient and modetn, in the Enelith Language, worth preferving—-forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorows, Sea, and Political Songs; as well as Old Englila, With, scotch and German Ballads, Legendartes, &c. &c.—-TFo which will be added, a complete Index. Little Mary's Eye. oF ITTLE Mary’s'eye_ } Is raguifh; and all that, Sir. Bur her little, tongue Is quite too full of chat, Sir, Since her eye can {peak Enough ro teil her bliffes s If the flirs her tongue, as Why ftop her mouth with kiffes. Oh the little girls, Wily, warm, and winning, When Angels tempt us to it Who can keep from finning. \ \ Nanny’s beaming eye Looks as-watm as any; Burt her cheek was pale— Well-a-day poor Nanny: Nanny, inthe field, She pluck‘d a little pofies And Nanny’s pallid cheek, Soon grew fleek and rofy. Oh the little girls, &c. We | Sue, the pretty Nun, Prays in warm emotion ; Sweetly rolls her eye, In love or in devotion, If her pious. heart Softens to relieve you, ‘She gently fhares the crime With—“* Oh may God forgive you.” Oh the little girls, &c. ‘ To Fortune Unknown. ee the maid that I love fimplicity’s dear, And yet fighs for her enemy’s moan, Unto the wrte:ched fhe can give but a tear ; She’s to fame and to fortune unknown. © ~ Gis ‘ oe How bleft fhall I be if this fair will be mine, To her, each day, devored ‘alone== Nor fhall fhe have teafon thro’ life to repine, She’s to fame and to fortune unknown, | On Liffey’s flow’ry enamelled ide. T PUBLISHED w N° 10, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin, Major Dono. rAJOR DOMO am I ‘i Of this good family, “My ‘word through the caftle prevails : V’'m appointed the head That muft keep up the dread, And the pomp of my fon-in-law’s tails: I firut as fine as any Macaw, Pil change for down my bed of ftraw, On perquifites I lay my- paw, I pour wine, flily, into my maw, { ftuff, I eram’ good victuals into my craw: “Tis a very fine thing to be father-in-law Toa very magnificent three tail’d Bafhaw. The flaves black and white, Of each fex own my might; I command full three hundred and ten: The females V1 kifs, But it won’t be amifs To fright them with thumping the men I ftrut as fine, &c. At the head of affairs, Turn'me ‘out then who dares-—~ Let them prove the head pilfers and fteals: No three tail’d Bafhaw, Kicks his father-in-law, And make his head take to his heels. I ftrut as fine, &c. - g Liffey Side. ae bloffoms blufh on every fpray, ~ _ And fragrant flow’rets peep around, a Tho’ nymphs and fhepherds welcome May, Wath rural dance and fylvan found ; Yet joylefs all to me appears, Since Dermor, deareft Dermot died # How fweeter to indulge my tears | For ah! he was the gemtleft youth, |} And La happy fimple Maid, He lov’d me—fure fuch worth and truth, With only love could be repaid ; And then I gave my word to wed, The day was fix’d—that day he died! And clay cold is his Bridal bed, Cn flowing Liffey’s flow’ry fide. ee Where the preceding Numbers can be had. ’ - + © Keriland. An a Goatees Iai o Ww! oll’d’ off to fome retreat, | | Where boon compen ord - In “eens flate. . . =f AY Betchus: liking Eftcourt’s wine, ar" A noble meal befpoke ; : And for the guefls that were to dine, ae asl Comus, Love, and Joke. Bacchus and Joke, hs hay’d behi Di . Care of its fling thy balm difarms, <2 Thou nobleft gift of ere. dae cic oe oe RE e , 1 o. Tirey call’d and drank at ev'ry touch, Then flld and drank again; And: if the gods’ can-take too ritdchis "5 J "Tis faid, they did fo ther) a} \ f a ea Le el” rs é aby gee pas Pg SEARED ey Tee Bright Pheebus on the parent Vines, Krom whence thy current Pireamis eH Ny ite Smiling amidft the tendrils fhines, ©“ Free jefs ran all the table round : o ; ; And “lavith’ eat his ‘bears. Cote . And with ‘the wine confpire, (While they PY, Dy» reflection wound) ie are Re areas Pm | a tM a eee : Poder sncie Bene eae The pregnant Grapes | receive his. Farge Ap ee And all his pow’r fetain; © i 5 : jay Bacchus little Cupid Pali! With the fame warmth our brains in’pite, page ; And lead the Sprightly, flrain. © Fie ter eds ely wa kK By reck’ning his deceits And Cupid mock’d ‘his fart? ring ‘tongue, ? Wik ‘all his ftaze’ring gaits. Ae , Joke droll’d on Comius’ greedy ways, And tales without .a jeft; ~ ‘While Comus call’d his witty plays, But waggeries at belt. | 4 : : Fata a he From thee, fair Chloe's radiant eye, * . New {parkling beams - receives 5. ns yea eae Her cheeks imbibe a rofier dye, Ma phe sega ; New fires her bofom heaves. as dna & 3h Summon’d to Aes _ thy Alaris ick PG hy. Ohf with what nervous hear, a 3 at pe Worthy the maid we fill her arms3— en ees How oft that love’ ‘repeart " BSR Og hers “HB ie Nag Q eye i> Such talk foon fet them all at odds, And had I Homer’s-pén, I'd fing vou how they drank like gods, And “how they fought like men, e . at Lota | zt The ftoic, prone to thought’ intent, oi aa ‘To part the fray, the graces fly, Thy foftnefsscan.timbends 5 4 Who make them foon agree; A cheerful gaiety difpenfe, 3399 aes And had the-faries felves been nigh, And makes him: tafle a Fent. RP tar ge. ert : ‘They ftill were three to three. » SM Hat es , > Nes is Peay SO His brow grows .¢ clear, he feels: ‘content, Forgets his penfive ftrife, ; And well concludes our foan well ieee Bt In oe focial life. ' - Pacchus apnear’d, rais’d Cupi d up, > And gave him back his bow ; Bar kept fome dart to fr rhe cup, Where Sack and Sugar flow." ‘- % 5 ‘wen i. wy 3 ‘ et oe ats ae Joke toking Comus? rofy crown, Pen fence doubifal-gender things, In trit amph won the prize ; Wrapt up ia felves and drefs, Quite loft to the delight that fprings Se: Bet From lentte) ButDom thar tells’ = {What fport excels, : Gives all-the praife to fithing. ' | "Then, &e, A oe Welt shalia gammon, Is connted ay fair; Bat what isto a Salmon, , | » Jaf taken from the weir: d Wheat-ears and Quails, a, Cocks, Snipes and Rayls. Are priz’d while feafon’s: lafting ; : “Bat all muft _floop “to: Craw-fth foop, Or) Pve no a an ne ' Then, &e, ite Se j s fa RUA -Keen- hurters always. take to Their prey with too much pains; . Nay, often break a neck ae _A Penance for no Brains - They ttn, they leap, Now high; now deep, Whil e he ee fifhine choofes, } = With eafe may-do’r, | x Ry, more to boot, May entertai n the* mutes. eas | Then, ice i And tho’ fome envious ‘Wranglers © To jeer us will make bold, i And jacgh at patient “anglers, iv ee ftand fo long i? tl? cold, “They wait on Mis, We -wait on this, ):’ And think it eafy bour And if ‘you’d know Fifth profits too, ~ ; ~ -Confult our Holland neighbour. : ee Then, Be Of all the;World’s Enjoyments. The Maid of the Moor; ees =) Be j i 7 4) eis OR. 2 ek: 1 The Water Fiends, G. COLMAN, JUN. Sh a wild moor, all brown and bleak, ae Where broods the heath frequenting groufe, There flood a tenement antique, . Lord Papers 10P: country houfe. | : “Here filence reien’d with lips of glue, And undifiurbed maintain’d oan law; Save when the’ owl cried—"* whoo! Whoo! whoo! . Or the hoarfe crow croak’d—“* caw! caw! caw !” ~ t Negle¢ ced manfion? for *tis faid, WV hene’er the fnow came featheri ne down, 6) Four barbed fteeds, from the Bull’s- “head, ‘Carried thy mafer up to town. Weak Hoppergollop 1. Lords may moan, Who flake in London their efiate, On two fmall rattling bits of bane, On little figure, or on great. , Swiit whirl the wheels,—he’s gone ;—a Refe Remains behind, whofe virgin look,. > Oe Unfeen,.muft blufh in wintry fnows ! i ee sweet beauteous bloffom! ’twas the Cook! \ A bolder, fer, than my weak note, Maid of the Maor!, thy charms demand : ” Eels might be proud to lofe their coat, ae if fkina’d by: Molly Dumpling’s hand, Long had the fair one fat alone, Had none remaind fave only fhe ; She by hetfelf had been, if one Had not facts left ‘or company. . ! ay ag Twas a tall vouth, whofe cheek’s clear hue . Was tinged with health and manly toil; Cabbage “he fow’d, and when it grew, ‘ He always cut 1 off to! boil. AL a ¢ Of would he cry,— Delve, delve the hole! ’ «And prime the tree, and trim the root! “ And flick the wig upon the pole,“ “To {care the fparrows from the fruit !’—~ Lin f A fmall mute favourite by, day Follow’d his feps 5 iieratce er he wheels. His barrow round the garden gay, A bob‘rail cur is at his heels. eat P Ah man! the brute creation fee, Thy conflancy oft need to fpur While leffons ot fidelity, Are found in every bob-tail ‘cur. 2 BALLADS ANCIENT AND s AOS Hard toil’d the youth, fo frefh and ftrong, While Béb-tail ia his: fa¢e Would look, y And mark’d his mafter troll the fong, —‘ Sweet Molly Dumpling! O, thou Cook !”——_ For thus he fung: ‘while Cupid fmiled, Pleafed rhat the Gard’nef Gwn'd his dart ; Which pruned his paffions, running wild, And graited true-love on his heart. Maid of the Moor, his love return! True love ne’er tints the cheek with fhame; When gard’ners’ hearts; like hor-beds burn, os 7 But ah! no foor is Heard to ftir; He comes not from thé gardén it, Nor he; nor littlé- bob-rai eur. They cannot cdme, fweet Maid, to thee; Flefh, both of cur and man, is grafs: And what’s impoflible can’t be, And nevét, fever, comes to pals! She paces thtough the hall antique, To call het Thomas, from his tails ‘» Opes the huge door: the hinges creak, Becaufe the hinges wanted oil. Thrice on the threfhold of the Hall, She—* Thomas ”—ctied with many 4 fob; And thrice on- Bob-tail did the call, Exclaiming {weetly— Bob! Bob! Bob! ”— Vain Maid! a garVher's vorpfe, ris Frid, In anfwers can bat ill fuccéed ; And dogs that hear, when they ate dead, Ave very cunning dogs indeed! Back through the hall fhe bent her way, All, all was folitude atound ; The candle fhed a feéblé ray, a Though a large mould of four to the pound. Full clofely to the fire fhe drew, Adown her cheek a falt tear ftole; When, lo! a coffin out there flew, And in her apron burnt a hole. mopeay; LEGENDARIES, Ge. Spiders their bufy death-watch tick’d; A certain fign' thar fare will frown: ” The clumfy kitchen clock, too, chick’d, A certain fign it was not down, More firong, and’ ffrong, het térrors rofe, Her fhadow did the miaid’ appali; - She trembled at her lovely riofe, It look’d fo long againft the wall Up to her chamber damp and’ cold, She climb’d Lord Hoppergollop’s flair, Three ftories high; long, duil, and old, The fear-ftruck damfel faintly faid, —“ What would my Thomas ?"+he’ replied, —‘* Oh! Molly Dutmipling, I am dead! « All in the flower of youth I fell, “ Cut off with healthful bloffom érown’d ; I was not ill, but in a well, “I tumbled backwards, and was drown’d, 6 a xh ~ an Four fathom deep thy. love doth lie, ° ‘“* His faithful dog his fate, doth fhare; We're fiends; this is not he. and I,” “ We. ate not here, for we are there. - - a ”~ Yes! two foul water-fiertds are we; ““ Maid of the Moor, atrend us now! _© Thy hour’s at hand, we come for thee !”— The little fiend-cur faide** bow! wow !"— To wind her in her cold, cold grave, | «A Holland fheet a maiden likes, “ A fheet of water, thou fhalt have ; “ Such fheets there are in Holland dykes.” ~ nn” The fiends approach; the Maid did fhrink, Swift through the night’s foul air they f{pin, They took her to the green well’s brink, And, with a foufe, they plump’d her in. So true the fair, fo true the youth, Maids, to this day, their flory tell, And hence the proverb rofe, that trath Lies in the bottom of a well. A cook may futely feed: the flame. As great Lords’ ftories often are. \ ‘ : 4 Ah! not averfe from love was fhe; All nature now appear’d to paufe; Though pure as heaven's fnowy flake ; And—* o’er the one half world feem’d dead;?— Both lov'd ; dnd though a Gard ier. he, No-—** curtain’d fleep,”—had fhe; becaufe — He knew nor what it was ‘to rake. She had no curtains to. her bed, ; Cold blows the blaft, the night’s obfcure: Liftening fhe lay; with iron din, “ The manfion’s crazy wainfcots crack, The clock ftruck twelve, the doors flew wide, | _ The,fun had funk, and all the moor, When Thomas grifnly glided in,. Like evry other moor, was black, “With little Bob-tail by his. fide. Alone, pale, trembling, near the fire, Tall like the poplar was his fize, The lovély Molly Dampling fat; Green, green his waiftcoat was, as leeks; Much did fhé fear, and much admire, Red, red as beet-root, were his eyes, What Thomas gard’ner could be at. And pale as turnips were his cheeks ! . 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