L À R K CONTAINING A COLLECTION OF Four Hundred and Seventy Four Celebrated ENGLISH and SCOTCH S O N G S. None of which are contained in the other COLLECTIONS of the lame Size, call'd The SYREN, and, The NIGHTINGALE. With a curious and copious Alphabetical GLOSSARY, for explaining the Scotcó Words. The SECOND EDITION with Additions. LONDON: Printed for J. Os BORN and C. Hitch, in Pater Nofter. Row, and J. HODGES, over-against St.TV AN ALPHABETICAL T AB L E A" 164 T St. Ofytb by the Mill Page 1 Aurelia now one Moment loft 7 Andrew and Maudlin, Rebecca, &c. 50 As Amoret and Thyrfis lay 54 As on a Sunshine Summer's Day 76 A certain Presbyterian Pair 81 A Wife I do hate 100 As I walk'd in the Woods one Ev'ning, &c. 105 Alexis, how artless a Lover 129 Ah! stay ye wanton Gales, and lend 131 A Swain of Love despairing 134 A Lass that was loaden with Care 140 As Celadon once from his Cottage, &c. 145 As Chloe o'er the Meadow past 147 Adieu to the Pleasures and Follies of Love TL As May in all her youthful Dress A Wig that's full, an empty Skull 181 As fair Olinda fitting was 187 All my paft Life is mine no more 196 As unconcern'd and free as Air 206 A Pedlar proud, as I heard tell 209 Auguftus crown'd with Majesty As from a Rock past all Relief A worthy London Prentice 219 A Taylor good Lord ! in the Time, &c. 223 Ah! why thofe Tears in Nelly's Eyes 237 As I went forth to view the Spring 245 Adieu for a while my native green Plains 265 And I'll awa to bony Tweed-fide 269 A Cock Laird fou cadgie 288 Altho' I be but a Country Lass 290 All the World's in Strife and Hurry 297 An old Baboon, of rueful Mien At setting Day and rising Morn 210 212 3032 Awful Hero! Marlbro', rise 337 Ah! Chloris, 'tis Time to disarm, *6. 342 Almeria's Face, her Shape, her Air Ibid. As Archers and Fidlers, who, &C. As Cyntbio late within the Grove Bacchus, assist us to sing thy great Glory 40 Belinda's pretty, pretty pleasing Form 53 Bleft with my Silvia, Life proves a Pleasure 112 Beauty and Wit, illustrious Maid Believe me, Jenny, for I tell you true. 163 Britons, where is your great Magnanimity 167 Bless, Mortals, the clearing Light Blandufia, Nymph of this fair Spring 188 Beneath a Beech's grateful Shade Beffie's Beauties shine fae bright Beneath a green Shade I fand, &c. Balow my Boy, lie still and Neep Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny Bride Belinda's bleft with every Grace By the delicious Warmness, &c. Boast no more, fond Swain, of Pleasure 325 Come, dear Amanda, quit the Town Cease ye Rovers, cease to range Conscious Dungeon, Walls of Stone ibid. Come let's drink, the Time invites Coloris, now thou art filed away Come, fill up the Bowl with the Liquor,&c. 96 Chalte Lucretia, when you left me 113 |