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CHARMS OF MELODY,
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SIREN MEDLEY,
The I'ian of Ihc Publifher is to embrdy In one Grand Folio Voltlme, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englifli Language,
■worih prererving — forming an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humorous, -Sea, and Politica!
Songs ; as well as Old Englifti, JriCn, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. 5rc. To which will be added, a complete Index,
Sweet Love, I'll marry theco
WHEN Donald firft came wooing tne,
■"Twas on Cromarty Green ;
The loon had long been loving me.
The' I was but nineteen.
He lung of that, and tallc'd of this,
And many things laid he ;
Ax. length ho cry'd, and took a kifs,
" Sweet love, I'll marry thee ;
" My bonny, blithfome, winlbme lafs,
" Sweet love, I'll marry thee."
-I told him plain; it munna be,
For why I was too young ;
And was for tripping o'er the lea,
In fpite of all he lung:
" Stop, laflie, flop awhile," he cry'd,
And pull'd me on his fenee ;
" I tell thee thou flialt be a bride,
" Sweet love, I'll marry thee.
My bmny, ^'c
■" I winna, canna, marry you,"
Said I, " fo let me go ;"
He kifs 'd, he prels'd, what could I do,
While he kept teaming fo ;
" And wilt thou e'er prove falfe," faid I, ,
" O try me, love," faid he ;
" Why then,", fays I, " I think we'll wed,
" Sv\eet love, I'll marry thee."
My lomty, i^c.
There's cauld Kale in Aberdecno
'T^HERE's cauld kale in Aberdeen,
-*• And caftocks in Strabogie,
^AV'here ilka lad maun hae his lafs,
But I maun hae my cogie.
For I maun hae my cogie, firs,
-I can nae want ray cogie,
I would na gi'e my three -girth cogg,
• For a' the queans in' Bogie.
There's Johnny Smith has got a wife,
Wha grudges him his cogie ?
JBut were llie mine, upon ray life,
I'd duck her in a bogie.
For Imauti-kae, tfc
No here's to ilka jovial foul, '
Who'll drink wi' me a cogie;
•And may he never want a bowl.
Who'll dance the reel o' Bogie.
Pi/r I maun hae, Ifc.
Tack and Half-tack.
THE Yarmouth roads are right a-heaS,
The crew with ardour burning,
Jack lings out. as he heaves the-lead.
On tack and half-tack turning,
By the dip— eleven!
Laft'd in (he chains, the line he coi'Ij,
Then round his head 'tis fwinging.
And thus to make the land he toil«j*^
In numbers quaintly finging,
By the mark^feven !
And now, left we run bump afliore,
He heaves the lead, and fings once Enore^
•Quarter lefs— ^four!
About fliip, lads I tumble up there; can't you feet
Stand by well, hark, hark, helm's alee !
Here Ihe comes ; up tacks and ftieets; haul jnainfaili,
haul ;
Haul of all:
And as the long loft ftiore they view,
Exulting fliout the happy crew;
Each finging as the fails he furls,
Hey for the fidlers and the girls!
The next tack we run out to fea,
Old England fcarce appearing ;
Again we tack ; and Jack, with glee,
Sings out, as land we're nearing,
And a half— eleven !
And as they name feme beauty near^
To tars, of blifs the fummit ;
Jack joins the jeft, the gibe, the jeer;
And' heaves the. pond'rout, plummet ;•
By the mark— -feven !
And now, while dang'rous breaiers roar.
Jack cries, " left we run bump aftiore,
" Quarter lefs— four !
About Jhlp, i^C
Thus tars at fea, like fwabs at hpi;ne,
By tack and tack are bias'd :
The furtheft way about we roam.
To bring us home the nigheft :
By the dip — ^eleven !
For one tack more, and 'fore the wind.
Shall we, in a few glalTes,,
Now make the land, both true and kind,
To find our friends and laffes.
By the mark — feven 1
Then heave the lead, my lad, once more,
Soon fhalt we gaily tread the Ihore :
And a half— four !
Aloutjhip, i^c
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