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CHARMS OF MELODY,
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SIREN MEDLEY.
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The Roundelay.
5CIIG IN THE CARNIVAL OF VENICE.
IN myj)le?.fant native plains,
Wing'd with bliis each moment flew ;
Nature there infpir'd the ftrair.f,
Simple as the joys I knev/ :
Jocund morn and ev'ning gay,
Claim'd the merry Roundelay.
fields and flocks and fragrant flow 'rs.
All that health and eafe impart,
CaU'd for artlefs mufic's power.
Faithful echoes to the heart.
Happy hours for ever gay,
Claim'd the merry Roundelay.
But the breath of -jjenial fpring,
Wak'J the warblers of the grove.
Who, fweet birds, have heard you fing,
Would not join the fong of lo\ e ?
Your fweet notes and chauntings gay
Claim'd the merry Roundelay.
Bonny Charley.
DEARLY do I love to rove
Among the fields of barley,
'Tvcas thsre that Charley told his love.
The blithe the winfome Charley ;
Then he fo fu'd.and he fo woo'd,
And marriage was the parley,
V/hat could I do b.ut buckle too.
With bonny, bonny Charley.
O my bonny, bonny boy,
My bonny, bonny Charley ;
O. my bonny, bonny boy,
My bonny, bonny Charley.
'T ten the laifes rue the day
I fought the field of barley ;
And ftrive to win from me av/ay,
'I he heart of winfome Charley ;
But, ah 1 how vain, they canna gain
His love, by all their parley ;
And now they fee he woos but me,
My bonny, bonny Charley.
rr.y lonny,.&c.
ilka bleffing on the laird
That owns the fields of barley ;
And ken I him alone regard,
]'"or he is winfome Charley :
The gentle youth, with purell truth,
So v/oos me late and early :
1 can't withfiand to give my hand
To bo!:r;y, bonny Charley.
my bonny, -5'c.
William and Caroline.
TWAS at the break of day we fpy'd
The fignal to unmoor.
Which fleeplefs Caroline defcry'd.
Sweet maid, from Gofport fhore :
The frefli'ning gale at length arofe,
Her heart began to fwell,
Nor could cold fear the thought oppofe.
Of bidding me farewell.
In open boat, the mine of worth.
Soon reach'd our veffel's fide.
Soon too file found her William's birth.
But fought me not to chide :
" Go" file exclaim'd " for Fame's a caufe
" A female fliould approve ;
"For, who that's true to honour's laws
" Is ever falfe to. love.
" My heart is loyal, fcorns to fear,
" Nor will it ever fail,
" Tho' war's unequal wild career
" Should Williaci's life affail.
" Tho', death 'gainft thee exert his fway,
" Oh ! truft me, but the dart
" That wounded thee will find its way
" To Caroline's true-heart.
" Should conqueft, in fair form- array 'd,
" Thy. loyal efforts crdwn,
" In Gofport -will be found a maid
" That lives for thee alone :
"May girls, with hearts fo firm and true
" To love and glory's caufe,
" Meet the reward they have in view,
" The meed of free Tjpplaufe."
'Beneath this Green Willow.
BENEATH this green willow.
My Phoibe's retreat.
The fott turf her feat.
My bofom her pillow,
What tranfports I knew!
How blell the hours flew !
Ah ; willow^ !
Beneath this green willow.
But longtempeft-toft.
Now Phccbe is loft
' On life's ftormy biiiow,
1 fit all alone
And make my fad moan,
Ah ! willow 1
Beneath this green willow.
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