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CHARMS OF MELODY,
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SIREN MEDLEY.
The Plan of tlie Publifher is to, embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Engliili Languase
wovt;! prelcrving — forming an Univerfal Magazine of I.ove, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, Sea and Political
Songs; as well as Old Englifn, Irifh, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c.- To which will be added, a complete Index.
The Muleteers.
YE high born Spanifli noblemen.
Ye dons and cavaliers ;
Ah ! little do you think upon
■ The lowly muleteers ;
To earn an honeft livelihood,
What toils, .what care we know,
Small our gain, great our pain.
O'er the hill, o'er the plain,
Parch'd with heat, drench'd with rain ;
Still the muieteers muft go.
When darknefs overtakes us,
Our mules to droop begin ;
Fatigu'd and fpent, what joy w€ fee-1.
To reach the wifh'd-for inn.
We drain the wine cag jollily.
We tofs it to and fro.
While to fleejj, as we creep,
Maritornes may weep,
That when day-light does peep, "
Then the muleteers muft go.
The Caledonian Laddy O,
"TJLTTHE 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-hrsbreaft,
And vow'd he'd afk my daddy O,
O dear ! to wed me he confefs'd,
'J he Caledonian Laddy O.
The maidens try both far and near,,
To gain young Sandy over ;
£ut all their arts I dinr.a fear,
He winna prove a ro\ ev !
For fure he told me frank and free,
Unknown to mam or dac'dy-'O ;
He'd marry none, ah none but-jne.
The Caledonian 'L-.(dd/ O.
The other day from Dundee Fiir,
He brought me home a bonnet,
A cap and ribbons lor my hair,
But mark wliat ioon came on it ;
As late from kirk we fome-how Hood,
In fpite of mam or daddy O,
He marry 'd me, do all I coii'd.
The Caledonian Laddy O.
Arife.fweet MeiTenaer.
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A RISE fweet meflenger of morr),
'^^*- With thy mild beams. our {l:ies.adorn ;
For iong'as-fliepherds pipe and play,
Tiiis, this fhah be a holiday.
See! morn appears ; a rofy hue
Steals fott o'er yonder orient bhse ;
Soon ietus meet in trim array.
And frolic out this holidav.
A Sup of Good Whiikey.
A SUP of good whilkey will make you glad,
-ti Toomuchiof fhecreaturewillmake you mad,
If you take it in reafon 'twill make you wife,
If you drink to excefs 'twill clofe up your eyes.
Yef'father and mother,
And fifler and brother,
1 hey all take a fup in their turn.
Some preacher« will tell you to drink is bad,
I think fo lob — il there's none to be had:
The fwadler will bid you drink none at all,
But while I can get it a fig for them all ;
Both laymen and brother,
In fpite of this pothtr.
Will all take a fup in their turn.
Some dotftors will tell ye 'twill hurt your health,
And juftice will fay 'twill reduce your wealth,
Phyficians and lawyers will all agree.
When your money's all gone they can get no fee. '
Yet furgeon and doftor.
And lawyer and protflor.
Will all take a fup in their turn.
If a foldier is drunk feen on duty found.
He foon to the ihree-legg'd horfe is bouiid;
In the lace of the regiment obliged to ftrip,
A naggin will foften the drumm-er's whip.
For ferjeant and drummer,
And likewife his honor,
V.''ill ail take a fup in their turn.
The Turks v.ho arrived from the Porte fublime,
'{ hey tuld us tha' drinking was held a great crime ;
Yet aher their dinner away they flunk,
And tippled their wine, 'till they got quite drunk.
The Sultan and Crommet,
And even Mahomet,
They ail take a fup in their turn.
The Quakers will bid you from drink abftain,
By yea and by nay, 'tis a fault in the vein.
Yet feme of the broadbrims will get to the fluff,
And tipple away 'till they've tippled enough.
For ftiff rump and fiead/,
And Solomon's lady.
Would all take a fup in their turn.
"The Germane will fay, they can drink the moft.
The French and Italians will aifo boaft;
Hibernia's the country, for all their noife,
.SFor generous drinkino; and hearty toys,
'J here each jovial fellow.
Will drink 'till he's mellow.
And take oifhis srlafs in his turn.
How happy could I be, &c.
XTOW happy could I be with either,
J- -*• Were t'other dear charm-er away ;
But while you thus teize me together,'
To neither a word will I fay ;
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