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THE CHARMS O? MELODY.
Come, rouze Brother Sportfmea,
COME.rouze broiher fpoi-tfmen.the hunters all cry
We've got a ftrong fcent, and a favoring fky.
Tliehoi'n'srpvighLly notes and the lark's early fong,
Will chide the dull fportfraen for Heaping fo long.
Bright Phoebus has fliewn us the glimpfe of his face,
J'eep'd in at our windows, and call'd to the ch?.ce ;
He loon will be up, for his dawn wears away.
And makes the fields blufh with the beams of his ray
■ Sweet Molly mny teize you, perhaps, to lie down ;
And if you retufe her, perhaps {he may frown :
But tell her, that love muft to huntinggive place ;
For as well as her charms, there are charms in the
chace.
Look yonder, look yonder, old Reynard I fpy, .
At his brufh nimbly follow bfifk Chanter and Fly ;
They feize on their prey, fee his eye-balls they roll ;
We're in.at the death;— now let's home to the bowl.
There we'll fill up our glafles.-and toaft to the king;
From a bumper frelh loyalty ever will fpring ;
To George, peace and glory may heaven diipenfe,
And fox-huntei-s flourifh athoufand years hence.
I figh for her all the Day long. '
TTZHILE autumn weighs down the late yea'*,
»* And harvt-ft. is thick on the grO'Und ;
The grapes in thick clufters appear,"-
The village with plenty is crown'd.
-I tell to the lone w^oods my grief.
For Laura fo fair fled away ;
Nor mufic can yield me relief,
I figh for her all the long day.
I rov'd e'er the once happy plain,
The w-oodlands and vales in defpair ;
The nightingale echo'd my flrain.
But Laura, alas I was not there.
■I turn'd from the dew-weeping grove,
I law her refplendent in charms :
'Twas fhe, or the goddef'ioF love ;
Twas Laura rciurn'd to my arms!
No longer my fair-one will ftray,
Tho' winter approaches I fee,
I baft: on the bofom of Mav,
'Twill always be fummer with me.
Mary Scott.
TTAPPY the love that meets return,
-■•-*- When in foft flames fouls equal burn;
.But words are wanting to difcover
The torments of a hoptlefs lover.
Ye regiflers of heav'n relate.
If looking o'er the rcl]s of fate
Did ye there fee me msrk'd to marrow,
Mary Scott the flow'r of Yarrow ?
Ah, no '. her form's too heav'nly fair —
Her love the gods above muft fhare, -
While- mortals with defpair implore her
And at a diftance due, adore he:; —
O, lovely maid I my doubts beguile,
Return and blefs me with a fmile ;
-Alas ! if not, you foon bebar a
Sighing fwain the banks of Yarrow.
Be hufh. ye fears — I'll not defpair.
My Mary's tender as fhe's fair;
Then I'll go tell her all my anguifli.
She is too good to let me languifh.
Wiih fuccefs crown'd, I'll not envy
The folks who dwell above the fty ;
■Vhen Mary Scott's become my marrow,
n'e'll make a paradife a Yarrow.
A!kn Ramfey.
The Maid that tends the Goats.
UP an:iO!ig yon cliffy recks,
Swec-tly rings the rifing echo.
To the maid that tends the goats
Lilting o'er her native notes.
Kark, fhe fings, " young Sandy's kind,
" An' he^s promis'd ay to lo'e me,
" Here's a brotch I ne'er (hall tine,
" Till ht's fairly marri'd to me ;
" I "'rive away, ye droney time,
" An' bring about our bridal day.
" Sandy herds a flock o' fheep,
" -'f 'ten does he blaw the whiftle, ,
" In a ftrain fae faftly fweet,
" Lam'mies lifl'ning dare nae bleat;
" He's as fleet's the mountain roe,
" Hardy as the Highland heather,
" Wading thro' the winter fnow,
" Keeping ay his flock together :
" But a plaid, wi' bare houghs,
" He braves the bleakell norlin blafl.
" Erawly he can dance and fing
" Canty glee, or Highland cronach ;
" Nane can ever match his fling
" At a reel, or round a ring ;
" Wightly can he wdeld a rung,
" In a brawl he's ay the bangfter,
" A' his praife can ne'er be fung,
" I'y the langefl: winded fangfler
" Sangs that fings o' Sandy,
"Come Ihort, tho' they wete je'er fae lang.
The jolly Fifherman.
T AM a jolly fifherman,
*- I catch what I can get,
otill going on my better's plan
All's fifh that comes to net :
Fifli, juft like men, I've often caught.
Crabs, gudgeons, poor John, codfilh,
And many a time to market brought,
A dev'iifh fight of odd fifh.
Thus all are fifhernien through life.
With weary pains and labour.
This baits with gold, tliat with a wife,
And all to catch his neighbour :
1 hen praife the jolly fifherman,
XA'ho takes what he can get.
Still going on his better's plan,
All's fifh that comes to net.
The pike, to catch the little fry.
Extends his greedy jaw.
For all the world, as you and I,
Have feen your man of law :
He who to lazinefs devotes
His time is fure a numb fifh ;
And members who give filent votes
May fairly be called dumb fifh,
Falfe friends to eels we may compare,
The roach refembles true ones ;
Like gold-fifh we find old ones rare,
Plenty as herrings new ones.
^htn praife, (3c.
Like fifh then mortals are a trade.
And trap'd, and fold, and bought,
The old wife and the tender maid.
Are both-v.'ith tickling caught ;
Indeetj the fair are caught, 'tis faid.
If you but throw the line in.
With maggots, flies, or fomething red.
Or any thing that's fhining :
With fmall fifh you muft lie in wait
For thofe of high condition.
But 'tis alone a golden bait
Can catch a learn'd phyfician.
Then praifei^-c