The earth fucks the rain, the fun draws the main, Then enliven the clay, let us live while we may, 'Tis friendship and wine only life can refine : We care not whate'er comes to pafs With courtiers or great men, there's none of us statesmen: Come-Here's to our friend and our glass. ...... SONG LXXXIX. THROUGH THE WOOD LASSIE. Nelly no longer thy Sandy now mourn, O'er hillocks, or mountains, or low in the burn, Thro' the wood, laffie; O'er hillocks, o'er mountains, &c. Since I have been abfent from thee, my dear Nell, No content, no delight have I known day or night; The murmuring ftream, and the hill's echo, tell How thro' the wood, laffie, I breath'd my fad knell. Thro' the wood, &c. love: And now to all forrow I'll bid full adieu, And, with joy, like a dove, I'll return to my The maxim of loving in truth let us know, Then thro' the wood, laffie, we'll bonnily go. Thro' &c. Come lads, and come laffes, be blithsome and gay, Let your hearts merry be, and both full of glee: The Highlands shall reign with the joy of the day, When thro' the wood, happy, we'll dance, fing, and play. Thro' the wood, &c. SONG XC. Tune,—Highland Queen. Gently touch'd her hand, fhe gave On her foft breafts my hand I laid, On her eyes my eyes did prey, O'er her smooth limbs my hand did stray; Blame me not, if at laft I meant, LAMENT FOR GENERAL WOLFE. RITONS, loyal and bold, BR Who would never be controul'd By the French. See the braveft of his fex, At the glorious conquest of Quebec. Brave Wolfe was our commander, Montcalm was their defender, Their numbers did us forely dismay : But brave Wolfe, ftout and bold, And his last dying word was,-Huzza! As Contented I die, you Since Since we've gain'd the victory, The Highlanders, in hot blood, Then the city it furrender'd, IN N the dead of the night, when with labour opprefs'd, All mortals enjoy the calm bleffings of reft, Cupid knock'd at my door, I awoke with the noise, And who is it, I call'd, that my fleep thus deftroys? You need not be frighten'd, he anfwer'd fo mild, I was mov'd with compaffion; and, ftriking a light, I open'd the door, when a boy ftood in fight, Who had wings dropp'd, on his fhoulders; the rain from him With a bow and arrows too he was equipp❜d. I ftirr'd up my fire, and close by its fide, I fet him down by me, with napkins I dry'd, I chaff'd him all over, kept out the cold air, And I wrung, with my hands, the wet out of his hair. He from wet and from cold was no fooner at ease, But taking up his bow, he faid, If you please We will try it; I wou'd by experiment know If the wet hath not damag'd the string of my bow. Forthwith from his quiver an arrow he drew, To the ftring he apply'd it, and twang went the yew; The arrow was gone: in my bofom it center'd, No fting of a hornet more sharp ever enter'd. Away fkipp'd the urchin, as brifk as a bee, And laughing, I wish you much joy, friend, quoth he; But you will have trouble enough with My bow is undamag'd, for true went the dart; ‡...................................... 0000 0000 SONG your heart. XCIII. THE HAPPY FREEDOM. YOME all you young lovers, who, wan with despair, Young Daphne I faw, in the net I was caught, She vow'd she was ruin'd: I faid it might be : The next was young Phillis, as bright as the morn; Let others call marriage the harbour of joys, Then let each brisk bumper run over the glass, WOW dare you, bold Strephon, prefume thus to prat, HOW To boast of your freedom, fince not long ago That you were a flave to fair Chloe you know! When the next arrow comes, I wifh't be from me, Then I'd give you that anfwer, By Jove I'll be free. You fay that young Daphne you brought to disgrace; |