Thus Poets and Lovers their Miftreffes dub,
And Goddeffes frame from the Wash-bowl and
But away with thefe Fictions, and counterfeit
There's a thoufand more Charms in the Name of my Dolly.
I cannot defcribe you her Beauty and Wit,
Like Manna to each fhe's a relishing Bit;
She alone by Enjoyment the more does prevail,
And ftill with fresh Pleasures does hoift up your
Sail:
Nay, had you a Surfeit but took of all others,
One Look from my Dolly your Stomach recovers.
SONG CCLXIII. Ob! how, &c.
H! how you proteft and folemnly fwear, Look humble, and fawn like an Afs; I'm pleas'd, I muft own, whenever I fee A Lover that's brought to this país.
Keep, keep further off, you're naughty I fear,
I vow I will never, will never, will never yield to't
You ask me in vain; for never I fwear,
I never, no never, I never, no never,
I never, no never will do't.
For when the Deed's done, how quickly you go,
No more of the Lover remains,
In hafte you depart, whate'er we can do,
And fubbornly throw off your Chains ;
Defift then in time, let's hear, on't no more,
I vow I will never yield to❜t;
You promife in vain, in vain you adore,
For I will never, no never do't,
SONG CCLXIV. Hark! now, &c.
Ark now the Drums beat up again,
For all true Soldiers Gentlemen,
Then let us lift, and march, I fay,
Over the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, and o'er the Main,
To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,
Queen Anne commands, and we'll obey,
Over the Hills and far away.
All Gentlemen that have a Mind
To ferve the Queen that's good and kind;
Come lift and enter into Pay,
Then o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.
Here's Forty Shillings on the Drum, a
For thofe that Volunteers do come,
With Shirts, and Clothes, and prefent Pay,
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.
Hear that brave Boys, and let us go,
Or elfe we fhall be preft, you know;
Then lift and enter
And o'er the Hills
The Conftables they fearch about,
To find fuch brifk young Fellows out
Then let's be Volunteers, I fay,
Over the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.
Since now the Freneb so low are brought,
And Wealth and Honour's to be got,:
Who then behind wou'd freaking ftay
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.
No more from Sound of Drum retreat,
While Marlborough and Gallway beat'
The French and Spaniards every Days
When o'er the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &e.
He that is forc'd to go to fight,
Will never get true Honous by La
While Volunteers fhall win the Day,
When o'er the Hills and far away ;
Over the Hills, &c.
What tho' our Friends our Abfence mourn,
We all with Honour fhall return;
And then we'll fing both Night and Day,
Over the Hills and far away;
Over the Hills, &c.
The 'Prentice Tom he may refufe
To wipe his angry Mafter's Shoes;
For then he's free to fing and play,
Over the Hills and far
away
Over the Hills, &c.
Over Rivers, Bogs and Springs,
We all fhall live as great as Kings,
And Plunder get both Night and Day,
When o'er the Hills and far away,
Over the Hills, &c.
We then fhall lead more happy Lives,
By getting rid of Brats and Wives,
That fcold and cry both Night and Day,
When o'er the Hills and far away:
Over the Hills, &c.
Come on then, Boys, and you shall fee,
We every one shall Captains be,
To whore and rant as well as they,
When o'er the Hills and far away
Over the Hills, &c.
For if we go, 'tis One to Ten',
But we return all Gentlemen,
All Gentlemen as well as they,
When o'er the Hills and far away:
Over the Hills, &e.
SONG CCLXV. Jilting is in, &c.,
Ilting is in fuch a Fashion,
And fuch a Fame
Runs o'er the Nation
There's never a Dame
Of bigket Rank or of Name
Sir, but will stoop to your Careffes,
If you do but put home your Addreffes y
It's for that the paints, and the patches,
All the hopes to fecure is her Name, Sir.
But when you find the Love fit comes upon her, Never truft much to her Honour
Tho' fhe may very high ftand on't,
Yet when her Love is afcendant,
Her Virtue's quite out of Doors: 09/
High Breeding, rank Feeding,
With lazy Lives leading,
In Eafe and foft Pleafures,
And taking loofe Measures,
With Playhouse Diverfions,
And Midnight Excurfions,
With Balls mafquerading,
And Nights ferenading,
Debauch the Sex into Whores, Sir. an even eta sala
SONG CCLXVI. Farewel, &c.
Farewel, ungrateful Traitor,
Farewel my perjur'd Swain ;r པོ་ ཀ ༦ འགྱུར་
Let never injur❜d Creature
Believe a Man again:
The Pleasure of poffeffing
Surpaffes all expreffing,
But Joy's too short a Bleffing,
And Love too long a Pain:
But Joy's too foort a Bleffing
And Love too long a Pain.
Tis easy to deceive us,
In pity of your Pain;
But when we love, you leave us
To rail at you in vain :
Before we have defcry'd it;
There is no Bliss befide it ;
The that once has try'd it,
I never love again,
The Paffion you pretended,
Was only to obtain;
But when the Charm is ended,
The Charmer you difdain":"
Your Love by ours we measure,
Tillwe have loft our Treasure ;
But dying is a Pleasure, Finste
When living is a Pain.
SONG CCLXVII. You I love, &c.
OU I love by all that's true,
More than all Things here below;
With a Paffion far more great,
Than e'er Creature loved yet:
And yet ftill you cry forbear,
Love no more, or Love not here.
Bid the Mifer leave his Ore,
Bid the Wretched figh n
no more;
Bid the Old be Young again,
Bid the Nun not think of Man:
Sylvia thus when you can do,
Bid me then not think on you.
Love's not a Thing of Choice, but Fate ;
What makes me love, that makes you hate a
Sylvia you do what you will,
Eafe or cure, torment or kill
Be kind or cruel, falfe or true,
Love I muft, and none but you.
SONG CCLXVIII. Let's be, &c.
ET's be merry, blith and jolly,
Stupid Dulne's is a Folly:
Tis the Spring that doth invite us,
Hark, the chirping Birds delight us a
Let us dance and raise our Voices,
Every Creature now rejoices
Airy Blafts, and fpringing Flowers,
Verdant Coverings, pleasant Showers
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