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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
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, Evening.
jjX^'ER the heath the heifer flrays
i)\J Free; — (the furrow'd tafk is done)
■iNow the village windows blaze,
Burnifh'd by the fetting fun.
Now he fets behind' the hill,
Sinking ftom a golden Iky:
Can the pencil's mimic fkill,
Copy the refulgent die ?
Trudging as the ploughmen go,
(To the fm'iaking hamlet bound)
Giant-like their fhadows grow,
Lengthen'd o'er the level ground.
Where the rifing foreft fpreads.
Shelter for the lordly dome 1
To their night-built airy beds,
See the rooks returning home !
\s the lark by vary'd tune,
" Carols tc the evening loud ;
Wark the mild refplendent moon,
Breaking through a parted cloud!
'Jow the hermit Owlet peeps
From the barn or twifted brake;
jlud the blue mift flowly creeps.
Curling on the filver lake.
Ls the trout in fpeckled pride,
Playful from its bofom fprings;
To the banks, a ruffled tide
Verges in fucceffive rings.
ripping through the filken grafs,
O'er the path divided dale,
lark the rofe complexion'd lafs
With her well pois'd milking pail.
(innets with unnumber'd notes.
And the cuckow bird with two,
''uning fweet their mellow, throats,
Bid the fetting fun adieu.
Cuntiivgham.
The Cobler's End.
A Cobler there was, and he liv'd in a ftall,
[\ Which fcrv'd him tor parlour, for kitchen and
hall;
lo coin in his pocket, nor care in his pate,
Jo ambition had he, and no duns at his gate.
Derry doijun, l^c.
lontenred he work'd, and he thought himfelf happy,
fat night he could purchafe a cup of brown nappy,
le'd laugh then and ivhiflle, and fing too moll fweet,
aying juft to a hair i have made both ends meet.
Deny doi'jn, l^c.
kit love, the difturber of high and of low,
^hat IhoiHS at the peafant as well as the beau,
lefhot the poor cobler quite through the heart,
wifli it had hit fome more ignoble part.
' Dirry down, i^c.
t wp.s from a cellar this archer did play,
Vhere a b.ixom young damlcl continually lay,
ier,eyes (hone fo bright when fhe rofe ev'ry day.
That "ne fhot the poor cobler quite over the way.
Dtrry do-wtJ, iS'c.
He fung her love fongs as he fat at his work,
But (he was as hard as a Jew, or a Turk,
Whenever he fpoke, ihe would flounce and would
fleer,
Which put the poor cobler quite into defpair.
Derry down, ^c.
He took up his awl that he had in the world.
And to make away with himfelf was refolv'd.
He pierc'd thro' his body inftead of the fole ;
So the cobler he dy'd, and the bell it did roll.
Derry dawn, tic.
And now in good will I advife, as a friend.
All coblers take notite of this cobler's end.
Keep your hearts out of love, for we find by what's
part.
That love brings us all to an end at the laft.
Derry itwrt, ^c.
The wonderful old Man.
THERE was an old man, and though it's not
common.
Yet if he faid true, he was born of a woman ;
And tho' it's incredible, yet I've been told
He was once a mere infant, but age made him old,
Age made him old, age made him old.
He was once a mere infant, but age made him old.
Whene'er he was hungry he long'd for fome meat.
And if he could get it, 'twas faid he would eat;
When thirfty, he'd drink, if you gave him a pot,
And his liquor mofl commonly ran down his throat.
He feldom, or never, could fee without light.
And yet I've been told he could hear in the night-;
He has oft been awake in the day-time 'tis faid.
And has fallen afleep as he lay on his bed.
'Tis reported his tongue always mov'd when he talk'd.
And he ftir'd both his arms and his legs when he
■walk'd ;
And hisgait was foodd.had yon feen him, you'd burft.
For one leg or other would always bs firft.
Hrs face was the oddeft that ever was feen,
For if 'twas not wafh'd it was feldom quite clean j
He (hew'd moft his teeth when he happened to grin.
And his mouth flood acrofs 'twixt his nofe and his
chin.
When this whimfical chap had a river to pafs.
If he could nor get over he'd flay where he was ;
'Tis faid he ne'er ventured to quit the dry ground.
Yet fo great was his luck that he never \\ as drown'd.
Among other fttange things that befel this g^od
yeoman,
He was married poor foul, and his wife was a woman
And unlefs by that liar, mifs Fame, we're beguil'd,^
We may roundly affirm he was never with child.
At laft he fell fick, as old chronicles (ell,
And then, as folks fay, he was not very well ;
But what is more ftrange, in fo weak a Cnndirion,
As he could not give fees, he could gel no phyficr.n.
What wonder he died, yet, 'tis faid, that his dea'h.
Was occafion'd at lafl: by the want of his breath :
But peace to his bones which in afhes now moulde',
Had he liv'd a day longer, he had been a tiay rider.