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THE CHARMS 0#^ELbDY.
The Piper.
A PIPER. Ap th^ meadows ftraying,
Met a fi-inple.maid a maying ,
''-''aight he won her heart by playing,
Fal de ral de ral de ral lal la la la.
Wadded, foon each note grew teazing,
,Fal de ral de ral de ral lal la la la.
His pipe had loft the pow'r of pleafing.
Fal de ral de., &c.
'Wed'.oclc's lav.'s are hard and griping —
Women fretful arts are ripe in :
Twas his wife that fpoil'd his piping;,
Fal de ral de, &c.
Her flirill notes mar'd ev'ry fonnet,
Fal de ral de, &c.
And cruih'd his pipe, depend upon ii,
_Fal de ral de, 'Sic.
Silly wives too Inte difcover
When the honey moon is over—
Hufh grows ev'ry piping lover,
Fal de ral de. &c.
" Zounds, why tea^c morn, noon, and ni^ht now ?
Fal de ral de, &c.
" Your pipe, my dear, is ou,t of tune now.'"
Tal de ral de, &c.
The happy Fellow.
WITH my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the
other,
I'll drink to my neighbour and friend ;
My cares in a whiff of tobacco I'll i'mother,
Since life I know fhortly muft end :
'While Ceres moii kindly refills my brown jug
With good ale, I v.'ill make myfelf mellow ;
In my old wicker chair I will leat mylelf fnug,
Like a jolly and true hearted fellow.
1 ne'er trouble my head with the cares ot the nation,
I've enough of my own for to mind ;
For the cares of this life are but grief and vexation,
To death we muft all be confign'd :
Then 'I laugh, drink and fmoke, and.leave nothing
to pay,
But drop, like a. pear that-is mellow ;
And when cold in my cofEn, I'll leave them to fay,
He's gone — w'hat a hearty good fellow '
Sweet Poll of Plymouth.
SWEET Poll of Plymouth was my dear,i
When forc'd from her to go,
Adown her cheeks rain'd many a tear,;
My heart was fraught with woe.
Our anchor weigh'd, for 'fea we flood,
The land we left behind ;
My tears then fwell'd the briny flood,
My fighs increas'd the wind.
We pilough'd the deep; and now between
Us lay the ocean wide :
^For five long years I had not feen
My fweet, my bonny bride
That time I fail'd the world around,
All for my true love's fake ;
But prefs'd as we were homeward bound—
J. thought my heart would break.
The prels-gang bold I afk'd in vain.
To let me go on fliore;
I long'd to fee my Poll again,
But faw my Poll no more.
" And have they torn my love away?
'• And is he gone ?" ftie cry'd :
My Polly, Iweeteft flow'r of May —
tjhe languifti'd— droop'd — aud dy'd.
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Com6, come my jolly Lads.
Sung in the Pantomime of ^ RfbinfonCriifts.'
COME, come my jolly lads
The wind's abaft,
Erifk gales our fails (hall crovjd ;
Bome b'lftle, buftle, buftle, boys,
Haul the boat ;
The boatfwain pipes aloud.:
The (hip's unmoor'd.
All hands on board ;
The rifing gale
Fills ev'ry fail;
The fhip's well man'd and ftor'd.
Then (ling the flowing bowl— .
P'ond hopes arile —
The girls we prize
Shall blefs each jovial foul :
The can, boys, bring —
We'll drink and fing.
While foaming billows roll.
Tho' to the Spanifh coaft 5
We're bound to fteer,
We'll ftill our rights maintain ;
Then boar a hand, be fteady, boys.
Soon w e'U i'ee
Old England once a^ain :
F'rom fhore to fhore,
While cannons i-oar.
Our tars (hall fhew
The haughty foe,
Britannia rules the main.
■Thejijling fhe flo-cving vorul, b~&
Whilft with Village Maids.
WHILST with village maids I ftray.
Sweetly wears the joyous day,
Whilft with village maids Iltray,
Sv;eetly wears the joyous day,
Chtarful glows my artlefs breaft.
Mild content the conftant gueft ;
Chearful glows my artlefs breaft.
Mild content the conftant gueft ;
Sweetly, fweetly wears the joyous day,
Whilft with village maids I ftray.
Rijina- Sweetly , fweetly , feV.
Ah ! feek to know.
AH' feek to know what place detains
The objeft of my care,
IT yet his breaft unchsng'd remain,
- And I his objeft fliare.
Tell me if e'er he gently fighs,
At mention of my name —
If e'er his tender paffions rife;
His lips the truth proclaim.
Donald.
"TTTTIEN firft you courted me,
VV I own I fondly favour'd you ;
Appareiit worth and high renown.
Made me believe you true, Donald :
Each virtue then-feem'd to adorn
The man efteem'd by me ;
But now the mafk is thrown off,
I fcorn to wafle one thought on thee, Donald.
then for ever hafte away !
Away from love and me !
Go feek a heart that's like your own.
And come no more to me, Donald :
For I'll referve myfelf alone,
For one that's more like me ;
If fuch a one I cannot find,
1 flj from love and thee, Donald-