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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
Good Queen Befs.
TO my mufe give attention,
And deem'it not a myftery.
If we jumble together mufic,
Poetry and hiftory,
The times to difplay
; In the reign of Queen Befs, fir,
"Whofe name and whofe memory
Pofterity may blefs, fir.
the golden days of good Q^een:Bcfs.
R'hrry be t'm nsmory rf good Queen B^(fs.
Then we laugli'd at the bugbears
Of Dons and Armadas,
With their gun-powder puffs,
And their biuftering bravadoes ;
For we knov.' how to manage
The muTicet and the bow, fir,
"And could bring duwn a Spaniiird
Juft as eafy as a crow, fir.
Othegc hhn day-, -Kc .
Then our ftreets were unpav'd.
Arid our heufes were thatch'd, ^U",
Our windows were lattic'd.
Our doors only latch'd, fir-,
Yet fo few were the folks
1 hat would plunder, or roli, fir,
That the hangman was ftarving
For want of.a job, fir.
■0 the "olden dev-, >^^-
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Then our ladies -with large ruffs
Ti'd round about their necTj faft; .,
Would gobble upapountl
Of beef-ftakes for their breakfaft ,.
While adofe quilted coif
Their nodidles juft; did fit, fir.
And they trufs'd up as tight
As a rabbit for the fplt, fir.
O the golden day?, f /:.
Then jerkins, and doublets,
And yellow worfted hofe, fir.
With a pair of lar^e whifKers,
Was the drefs of our beaus, fir ;
Strong beer they preierr'd
To ilaret or to hock, fir,
And no poultry they pilz'd
Like the v.;Jng of an ox, fir.
the 'goUen days, l^c
Good neighbourhood was then
As plenty too as beejf, fir.
And the poor from the rich
Never wanted relief, fir.
While merry went the mill-clack,
The fhuttlg and the plough, fir,
And honeft men could live by
The fweat of their brow,. fir.
the golden days, l£c.
Then the folks every Sunday
Went twice at leaft to church, fir,
And never left the parfon
Or the fermon in the lurch, fir.
For they judg'd that the fabbath was
For people to do good in.
And they thought it iabbath-breaking
If they din'd without a pudding.
the golden days, &c.
Then our great men were good.
And our good men were great, fi'',
And the props of the nation
Were the pillars of the ftate, fir^
For the fbv'reign and the fubjeft
One intereft lupported,
And our powerful alliance
3y all powers then was courted.
O the golden chys, U'c,
Thus renown'd as they llv'd «
All the days of their lives, fir,
Bright examples of glory
To thofe who lurvive, fir ;
.T.lay Vi'e their defcendants
Purfue the fame ways, fir.
That King George, like Qi.ieen Befs,
May ha\e his golden days, fir,
And may a Longer reign ej gk-y andfucacjs.
Make hisna?ns echpje the fame of good Queen Bfs.
CoLLitr
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Lochaber.
ARE WELL toLochaber, and farewell myjeati,
Where heartlome with thee 1 ha' mony a dav been;
To Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
May be to return to Lochaber no more.
Thefe tears that I fhed they are a' for rny dear,
And not for the dangers attending on war;
Tho' borne on rough feas to a tar bloody fhore.
May be to return to Lochaber ;io more.
Tho' hurricanes rife, and rife ev'ry wind,
'^I'hey'U ne'er make 1 tempeft like that in my mind;
Thb" loudeH or thunder on louder '.va\ es roar.
That's naething to leaving my love on the fiiore.
To leave thse behind me, my heart is fair pain'd ;
By eaie that's inglorious no fame can be gain'd ;
Andhonourandlove's the rev.ardcf the brave.
And I maun deferve it befoie I can crave.
Then glojj', my Jeany, maun plead mj ercufe.
Since honour commands me, how can I refufc?
Without it I ne'er can have merit i'or tliee,
And without thy favouri'd better not be
I gae then, my lafs, to win honour and fame,
And if r ihould luck to come glorloully hame.
I'll bri.ig a heart:to thee with love running o'er.
And then I'll leave-thee and 'Lochaber no more.
Tell me, Laffes.
TELL me, lafTes, have you feen.
Lately wand'ring o'er the gresn,
Beauty's Ion, a little boy.
Full of frolic, niinh and joy ?
If you know his firielter fay.
He's from Venus gone aftray ; —
Tell me, laflfes, have you feen
.Such a one trip o'er the green r
"By his marks the god yoii'll know ,
O'er his fiioulder hangs a bow.
And a quiver fraught wiih darts,
Poifon fure to human hearts;
Tho' he's naked, little, blind,
Ke can triumph o'er the mind.
-^dl me, 1.7 fjh, fc-"c.
Subtle as the lightnir.g's wound
Is "his piercing arrow tound.
While the bofom d heart it pains.
No external mark remains ;
Reafon's fnleld itfelf is broke
By the unfuf]>e(fted ftrokc.
Tell me, lajfcs, l^c.
Oft the urchin's feen to lie
Bafsing in the funny eye.
Or his deftin'd prey he feeks ,
On the maiden's rofy cheeks :
Snowy breafts, or curling liair,
.Oftrconceal his pleafing fnare-
Tell me, lajfcs, l^c.
She that the recefs reveals
Where the god himfelf conceals,
Shall a kifs receive this night
From him who is her heart's delight ;
To Venus let her bring the boy,
5he fhall talle love's f.veeteft jov.
Tclline,laffes,^S-c.