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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
When Vapours o'er the Meadows die.
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'HEN vapours o'er the meadows die,
And morning ftreaks the purpleflry,
I wake to love with jocund glee,
To think on him who doats on me.
When eve embrowns the verdant grove,
And Philomel laments her lov.e,
Eadi figh'I breat~1ie my lovfe reveils,
And tells the pangs my bofom feeis.
With'fecret pleafure 1 furvey
The frolic birds in am'rous play,
While fondeft cares my heart employ.
Which flutters, leaps, and beats for joy.
The bonny Scots-man.
"!L7!E gales that gently wave the fea,
-*- And pleafe the canny boat-man,
Bear me fraehonce,. or bring to me
My brave,-iny" bonny Scot-man :
'In haly bands
Wejoin'd our hands.
Yet may not this difcover,
While parents rate
A large eftate
Before a faithful lover.
But I loor chufe in highland glens
To herd the kid and goat-man,
Ere I could for fie little ends
Refufe my bonny Scot -man,
Wae worth the man
Wha firft began
The bafe ungen'rous fafliion,
Fraeigreedy views
Love's art to ufe,
While ftrangers to it's paffion.
Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth,
Hafte to thy longing laffie,
"Wha pants to prefs thy bawmy mouth,
And in her:bofom hawfe thee.
Love gi'ei the word,
Then hi^fte on board,
Fair -winds and tenty boat-maii,
Waft o'er, waft o'er,
Frae yonder fiiore,
"My blithe, my bonny Scot -man.
The Spinning Wheel.
TO eafe his heart, and own his flame.
Blithe Jockey to young Jenny came ;
But, tho' fhe lik'd him paffing weel,
Shc'carelefstuTri'd her fpinning wheel.
Her milk-white hand he did extol.
And prais'd her fingers long and fmall :
XJnufual joyher heart did feel ;
But ftjU Ihe turn'd her fpinning-wheel.
Then round about her flender waift.
He clafp'd his arms, and her embraced ;
To kifs her hand he down did kneel ;
But yet, file turn'd her fpinning-wheel.
With gentle voice Ihe bid him rife ;
He blefs'd her neck, her lips, and eyes *,
Her fondnefs Ihe could fcarce conceal ;
Yet ftill flte turn'd her fpinning-wheel.
Till, bolder grown, fo clofe he prefs 'd.
His wanton thoughts fhe quickly guefs'd ;
Then pufh'd him from her rock and reel,
And angry turn'd her fpinning-wheel.
And lail, when fhe began to chide.
He fwore he meant her for his bride ;
Twas then her love fhe did reveal.
And flung away her fpinning-wheeL
'T.was up the Wind.
''T'WAS up the wind, three leagues and more,
JL We fpy'd a lofty fail ;
" Set your top-gallant fails, my boys,
" And clofely hug the gale."
Nine knots the nimble Milford ran;
Thus, thus the mafter cry'd —
•'.Haul up!" She rais'd the chafe in view.
And foo« was fide by fide.
" Dowfe your Dutch enfigii ! up St. George !
" To quarters now, all hands :"
With lighted match, befide his gun,
Each iiritifh warrior ftands.
" Give fire !" our gallant captain cries;
'Tis done — the cannons roar :
•" Stand clear, monfieurs! digeft thefe pills,
" And then we'll fend you more."
"Your French jack fhivers in the wind;
" Its lilies all' look. pale :
^' Down it muft come— it niuft come down;
" For Britons will prevail.
Rak'd 'fore and aft, her fhatter'd hull
Lets in the briny flood ;
Her decks are carnag'd with the flain ;
Her fcuppers ftream with blood.
" Our chain-fhot whiftles in the wind ;
" Our grape defcends like hail?
" Huzza, my fouls ! three cheering Clouts !
" French -hearts .bejt'm to fsil.
" And fee, 'tis done— ^fce iliik,es, fije-^jfields,;
" Down, haughty flag of France 1
" Now board her, boys ' .and on her fl?.(f,
" The Englilh crofs advance.
■" There let it ever fly, my hea.''t;,
" To awe thefe Gallic llaves;
■" So freely tofs the can about ;
*' For Britons rule the waves."
Then let it everjly, £^£
Camherland.
The Lafs of Peaty's Mill.
THElafsofPeaty'smill,
So bonny, blithe, and gay,
In fpight of all my fkill
Hath ftole my heart away.
When tedding of the hay.
Bare-headed on the green.
Love "midft her locks did play,
And wanton'd in her een.
Her arms, white, round, and fmooth,
Breafts rifing in their dawn ;
To age it would give youth, >
To prefs 'em with his hand :
Thro' all my fpirits ran. *"
An extaiy of blifs,
When I fuch fweetnefs fan'd
Wrapt in a balmy kifs.
Without the help of art,
Like flow'rs which grace the WtUd,
She did her fweets impart.
Whene'er fhe fpote or fmii'd.
Her looks they were fo mild.
Free from affeifted pride, '■
She me to love beguil'd,
I wifh'd her for my biidc.
O had I all that wealth -
Hoptoun's high mountains fill, .
Infur'd long life and health, *■'
And pleafures at my will;
I'd promife and fulfil.
That none but bonny fue,
(The lafs of Peaty's mill)
Should {hare the faane with mc.
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