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THE CHA.RMS OF MELODY.
• IVhile the Lads of the Village.
WHILE the lads of ihe village fliaU merrily, all!
Sound the tabors, I'll hand thee along.
And I fay unto thee, that verrily, ah !
Thou and' I will be firft in the throng.
'Juft then when the fwain who lift year won the
. dovv'r,
With hi-s mate' fh all the fports h^ve beirun,
"When the fay voice of gladnels refounds irom each
bow'r,
And thou long'ft in thy heart to make one.
While the lads, &c. '
Thofe joys that are haTmlefs, what mortal can
blame .'
'Tis my maxim that youth fhould be free ;
And to prove that my words and my deeds are the
fame.
Believe me thou fiialt prefentlv fee.
- Quaker. ' WhUe th hds, &'i:-
Let's be jovial.
T* ET's be iovial, fill our crlafTes,
J—/ Madnefs"'tis for us to thint
How the world's rul'd'by affes,
And the wife are fway'd by chink. Fa, la, ra.
Then never let vain cares opprefs us,
Riches are to them a fnare ;
We'er ev'ry one as rich as Craefus,
While our bottle drowns our care. Fj, la, ra.
Wine ■will mate us red as rofes.
And our forrows quite forget ;
Come, let's fuddle all our nofes.
Drink ourfelvcs quite out of debt. Va, la, ra.
When grim Death is looking for us,
We are toping at our bowls,
Bacchus joining in the chorus,
Death, be gone, here's none but fouls. Fa,la,ra.
Godlike Bacchus thus commanding.
Trembling Death away fhall fly ;
Ever after underftanding
Drinking fouls can never die. Fa, la, ra.
In fultry Climes.
N fultry climes long doom'd to roam,
My Edward dares the raging fea,
And leaves, with troubled heart, a home,
Solac'd by tendeinefs and me-—
Tho' torn by ruthlofs fate away.
Yet ftiU within my throbbing breaft,
He lives unrivall'd all the day,
Nor quits my pillow when I reft.
Be thou, fond youth, as conftant too,
And in a tender bofom wear
The image that will prove thee true,
A.nd mindful of Olivia's care :
The abfcence then we both deplore.
Our prefent forrow fhall requite;
!Nor you can never doubt me more.
Nor I-miftruft the love you plight.
Now Phcebus finketh in the Weft.
NOW Phoebus finketh in the wefl,
Welcome fong, and welcome jeft;
Midnight Ihouis and revelry,
Tipfy dance and jollity :
Braid your locks with rofy twine,
Dropping odours, dropping wine.
Braid your locks with rofy twine,
Dropping odours, dropping wine.
Rigour now is gone to bed.
And Advice with fcrup'lous head ;
Strift Age, and four Severity,
With their grave faws in-flumbers lie.
With their, ^e.
Black Ey'd Sufaa.
\ T-L in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
■^*- The flreamers waving in (he wind,
\S hen black ey'd Sufan came on board ;
Oh! where fhall i my true love find?
Tell me, ye jovial failors, tell me (rue,
If my Iweet William fails among your crew !
William, who high upon the yard,
Rock'd by the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
He figh'd and call his eyes belo'.v ;
The cords glide fwiftly thro' his glowing hand«^
And quick as lightning on the deck he Hands.
So the fweet lark, high poisM in air,
Shuts clofe his pipions to his breaft,
11 chance hi& mate's fhriil c-all he hear.
And drops ai e-nce into her neft.
The nobleft captain in the Britifh fleet
"flight envy William's lips thofe kiffes fweet.
-" O, Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear,
" My vows Ihall ever true remain;
" Let me kils off that falling lear^
" \'Ve only j-)art to meet again.
" C'fiange a« ye lift, ye winds, my heart fhall "be
" ihe lai(hful compafs that ftill points to thee.
" Believe not what tlie landmen fay,
" Who tempt with doubts (hy conftant mind;
" They'll tell thee, failors when away
" At ev'ry port a miftrefs find :
" Yes, yes, believe them when they tel! thee fo —
" For thou artprefent vchereloe'er I go.
" If to fair India's coaft we fail,
" Thy eyes are feen in diamond's bright ;
" Thy breaih is Afric's Ipicy gale —
'■ Thy Ikin is ivory fo white :
'■ Thus ev'ry be.^uteous objeifl that I view
" Brings to my mind fome charm 'of lovely Sue.
" Tho' battle calls me from thy arms,
" Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ;
" Tho' cannons roar, yet free fromiiarms
" William fhall to his dear return :
" Love turns afide the balls that round me fly,
" Left precious trars fhould drop from Sufan'seye."
The boatfwain gave the dreadful word—
The fails their fvi^elling bofom fpread ;,
No longer muft fine flay on board :
They kifs'd — flie figh'd — he hung his head.
Her lefs'ning boat unwillinc; rows to land ■,
" Adieu !" fhe cry'd-~and wav'd her lily hand.
Gay.
Oh! howfhalM
|H 1 how fhall I in language weak,
My ardent paffion tell ;
Or form my fali'ring tongue to fpeak
That cruel word farewell !
Farewell — but know, tho' thus we part.
My thoughts can never ftray ;
Go where I will, my conftant heart
Muft with my charmer ftay.
The Defart of Wildnefs.
''"P'lS in vain for fuccour calling —
J- Hope no more my bofom chears !
Cruel fate that blifs appalling,
With her fcroU of joylefs years.
Come, defpair and diftradlion confound me !
Add ftill to my life's wretched load ;
And while your mix'd horrors furround me,
Jhis Defart of Wildiief* fball be my-abodel