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THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
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SIREN MEDLEY.
The Plan of the rubliHier is to embotly In one Gra-'d Folio Volume, all the Son[;% ancient and modern, in the Englidi Language,
v/orth prelervlng — forming a Univerial Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea, and Political
Songs ; as weil as Old Enslidi, Iiidi, and Scotch Ballads, LegcnJaries, &c. &c.-
-To which will be added, a complete Index.
THE WEDDING DAY.
WHAT virgin, or fliepherd, of valley or grove.
Will envy my innocent Inys ;
The fong of the heart, and ihe offspring of love,
When lung in my Corydon's praile ;
O'er brook and o'er bra'ie, as he hies to the bower.
How lightfome my fhep..-'-id can trip •,
And lure.when of love he deicribes the foft power.
The honey dew drops from his lip.
How fweet is the primrofe, the vi'let how fweet,
And fweet is the eglantine breeze ;
But Corydon's tifs, when by moon-light we meet,
To me is far fweeler than thefe ;
I blufh at his raptures, I hear all his vows,
I ligh when I offer to fpeak :
And, oh I what delight my fond bofom o'erflows,
When I f«el the >fcft touch of his cheek.
Refponfive and fhrill be the notes on each fpray —
Let the pipe thro' the village refound ;
Be fmiles on each face, oh, ye fhepherds to-day,
And ring the bells merrily round :
Your favours prepare, my companions, with fpeed,
Afiift me my blulhes to hide ;
A twelvemonth ago, on this day, I agreed,
T ^ be mv love Corydon's bride.
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O LOGIE OF BUCHAN.
LOGIE, of Buchan I OTogie, the laird !
They ha'e taen away Jamie, that delv'd in the yard,
'W"ha pky'd on the pipe, and the viol fae fma' ;
They ha'e taen away Jamie, the flower 6' them a'.
He /aid, think na lang, lajfie, tho' J gang aiva.
He /aid, ih'nk na lang, lajie, tho' J g^ing a-wa.
For the fitTnmer is coming, cold -winter's awci.,
And ni come and fee thee, in fpite o' them a.'
Sandy has oufen, has gear, and has kye,
A houfe, and a hadJen, and filler forby •,
But I'd tak mine ain lad wi' his fla'i' in his hand.
Before I'd hae him wi' his houfes and land.
He /aid, think na lang, laffie, fc^c.
My daddy looks fulky, my minny looks four.
They frown upon Jamie, becaufe he is poor;
ThoM loe them as weel as a daughter fliould do,
They are no half fea dear to me, Jamie, as you.
:Hefaid, think na lang hjjie, i^C
I fit St my creepie, and fpin at my wheel,
And think on the laddie that loed me fae weel ;
He had but a fixpeuce, he brak it in twa,
And he^ied me the ha'f o't when he gaed away.
Then ha/le ye hack, Jamie, and hide na awa,
Tho-n hajh ye lack, 'Jamie, andlidc r,a a-wa,
Ihefiimmer is coining, cold winter's axvay,
And I'll come and fee shce in fpite o' them a .
VOURNEEN DHEELTSH.
/'A ! The moment was fad, when my love and I
^^ parted — F'oitrveen dheelijh ■Eileen ague ;
As I kifs'd off her tears I was quite broken hearted,
Foitrneen dh»elijh Eileen ague :
Wan was her cheek, which hung on my fhoulder —
Damp was her hand, andno marljle was colder ;
I thought, in my heart, that I ne'er more Ihould
behold her — F'ourneeti dheelijh Eileen ogoue.
When the word of command put our troops all in
motion — Fourneen dheelifi Eileen ague.
I clafp'd on my knapfack, to crofs the wide ocean :
Fourneen dheelijl> Eileen ogue.
Brifk were our troops, ail roaring like thunder—.
Pleas'd with their voyage, impatient for plunder-—
Whilft my poor heart, with grief, was almoft torn
afunder — Fourneen dheelifli Eileen ogue.
I fought for my country, far, far from my true love,
Fourneen dheelijh Eileen ogue.
My pay, and my booty, I hoarded for you, love —
Fourneeir dheelijh Eileen ogue.
Peace was proclaim'd — I efcap'd from the flaughter
Landed at home, my fweet girl I fought her—
But forrow, alafs I to her cold grave had brought
her— Fourneen dheeliJJi Ellesn ogue.
XASH'D TO THE HELM.
IN ftorms, when clouds obfcure the fky.
And thunders roll, and lightniogs fly-«:
In midft of allthefe dire alarms,
I think, my Sally, on thy charms, —
The troubled main.
The wind and rain,
M.y ardent pajjion prove ;
.Lajh'd to the helm.
Should feas o'erwhelm,
I'd think on thee, my loiii.
'When rocks appear on ev'ry fide, > .
And art is vain the fhip to guide —
In various fhapes when Death appears,
The thoughts of thee my bolom cheers.
The troubled main., Uc-
But fhould the gracious pow'rs prove kind—
Difpel the gloom, and fiill the wind —
And waft mo to thy arms once more.
Safe to my long loft native fliore— ^
JVb more the maini
I'd tempt again.
But tender foys imprcvc;
Then I, w'th thee.
Would happy be, ■ . •-,
And think oj nought but love.
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