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CHARMS OF MELODY,
O R
SIREN M E D L E r.
The Plan of the Publijher IS to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the EnKli(hLanffuaL-c
worth preferving— forming an Univeriil Magazineof Love. Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humoiou- Sea and Politica'
Songs; as well as Old Englifli, Infli, Scotch and German Ballads. Legendaries, &.-e. &:c. To which will be added, a complete Index
As down the Torrent's Roaring Tide.
AS down the torrent's roaring; tide
Awhile the cumbrous mafs may glide,
Diflever'd from the fhore ;
But, to the lake's calm furface borne,
It feels its own fad weight return,
And finks to rife no more.
So, loft to love, opprefs'd by grief,
-'Midft focial rnirth a Ihort relief
The forrowing heart may know ;
But, ah ! to lonely thought recir'd.
It mocks the joy by mirth infpir'd,
And droops in lafting woe.
Liften to the Little Maid.
AH liften to the little maid
That fells the little pofies,
A pittance fpare in virtue's aid.
Come buy my fweet rofes.
Sweet rofes, &c.,
My parents dead, my lover fled.
An orphan girl neglis(fied,
1 ftrive to earn a little bread.
And fing — howe'er dejeded.
Sweet rofes, &c.
The lad you love fliou'd he adorn,
With flow'ry fpeech his paffion.
Remember — rofes hide a thorn.
And truth is out of fafhion.
Sweet rofes, &c.
Ere daifies peep at dawning day,
1 brufh the dewy bowers,
And often weep my lonely way,
As plucking weeping flowers.
Sweet rofes, &c.
All day I fell my flow'rs thro' tov/n,
In rufhy hat and willow,
Content at night's a bed of down.
Sweet innocence a pillow.
Sweet rofes, &c,
Kertland
The Welfh Harper.
jVER the funny hills I ftray,
_ Tuning many a ruftic lay,
And fometimes in the fhadowy vales,
I fing of love and battles tales.
Merrily thus I fpend my life,
Tho' poor, my breaft is free from firife.
The blithe old harper called am I,
In the Welfh vales 'mid mountains high,
In the Welfli vales, &c.
Sometimes before a caftle gate.
In fong a battle I relate.
Or how a Lord in ftepherd's guife,
Sought favour in a virgin's eyes.
With rich, and poor, a welcome gueft;
No cares intrude upon my breaft,
The blithe old Harper, &c.
When Sol illumes the weftern fky.
And evening zephyrs fofrly figh.
Oft times on village green I play.
While round me dance the ruftics gay.
And oft when veil'd by fable night,
The wondering fhepherds I delight.
The blithe old Harper, &c.
Liften to the Voice of Love.
O LISTEN, to the voice of Love,
He calls my Daphne to the grove;
The primrofe fweet bedecks the field,
The tuneful birds invite to rove :
To fofter joys let fplendour yield,
O liften to the voice of love.
Where flowers their fragrant fweets exhale.
My Daphne! fondly let us ftray;
Where whifp'ring love breathes forth his tale.
And fhepherds fing their artlefs lay :
O liften to the voice of love,
He calls my Daphne to the grove.
Come fhare with me the Aveets of fprino-,
And leave the town's tumultuous noife -
The happy fwains all cheerful fing,
And echo ftill repeats their joys :
Then liften, &c.
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