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THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
O R
SIR E N ME D L E Y,
The Plan of the Piiblifhcr ir. to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englilh Language;
forming a Univerfal Majajine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs ; as well as Old Englilh,
iiilh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. To v.'hjch will be added, a complete Index.
The wandering Lamb.
AN anxious mother fearched in vain,
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 reached the palling trav'ller's ear.
Each bleating found v/as fiU'd with fighs,
AiFeftion dropt fvveet nature's tear.
Hard, cruel fate ! moft fad to tell.
The fnow fell faftj the cold fevere.
When, near a difmal, dreary dell.
The little wand'ver peiifti'd there !
There, on a bank of feather'd fnow,
. The haplefs viftim funk to reft ;
Death kindly gave a gentle blow,
And fill'd with care the mother's breaft.
. . The Convent Bell
WHEN waken'd by the Convent Bell,
'At midnight's dark and dreary hour,
I rofe my mournfal beads to teil.
And think of life and love no more,
In vain I wept, I bludi to ovfn", '
I dropt a tear for him alone.
At fober eve, or twilight grey.
The fwelling organ's awful found,
Wou'd warn the veftals when to pray,
M- hile holy tears bedew 'd the ground ■;
In vain I wept, I blufti to own,
I dropt a tear for him alone,
As Amoret and Phillis fat.
AS Amoret and "rhillis fat
One ev'ning on '.he plain.
And faw the charming !;trephon wait.
To tell the nymph his pain ;•
The threal'nincr cl. ngcr to remove,
Ke -w hiiper'd in her ear,
A.h I Phillis, if you would not love
The ftiepherd, do not hear.
JNone ever had fo ftrange an art,
His paffion to convey
jinto a lift'ning virgin's heart.
And fteal her foul away !
jFly, fly, betimes, for fear you eive
Occafion for your fate,
jln'vain, faid fhe, in vain I ftriv-e,
Alas ! 'tis now' too late.
What a charming thing's a Battle.
WHAT a charming thing's a battle,
Trumpets founding, drums a beating;
^rack, crack, crack, the cannons rattle.
Every heart with joy elating.
With what^ileafure are we fpying,
From the front, and from the rear.
Round us in the fmoaky air,
Heads and limbs and bullets flying!
Then the groans ot foldiers dying ;
,Juft like fparrow's as it were,
'At each pop.
Hundreds drop.
While the muflcets, 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 ;
Like 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.
ON Tay's fweet banks the lint-white lings f^
cheerily,
Sweetly blooms the viol^et and gowan in the Tore,
The lambs on the meads they fport and play fo
merrily.
And each lhepherdhere,ate'en,isfain to meet his love:
'Twas here my Sandy firft I knew,
'Twas here into his arms I flew.
The youth was comely, kind and true.
Ah me ! one lucklefs day.
The l^refs-gang forc'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,
O fair did I weep when Sandy cry'd adieu •,
In vain the fhepherds try to heap their favors on me.
In lain the laffes feeh fweet flow'rs to bulk my
bonnie brow.
But Ihould the youth return again,
'Twould eafe my aching heart frae pain,
Then pleas'd I'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 conilant prove,
My Sandy far away.
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