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worthy friend, Dr. Bannerman tells me from America,

Nor only do your lays o'er Britain flow.
Round all the globe your happy fonnets go ;
Here thy foft verse, made to a Scottish air,
Are often fung by our Virginian fair.
Camilla's warbling notes are heard no more,
But yield to Laft time I came o'er the moar ;
Hafes and Rinaldo both give way
To Mary Scot, Tweed-file, and Mary Gray.

FROM this and the following volume, Mr. Thomfon (who is allowed by all, to be a good teacher and finger of Scots Songs) cull'd bis Orpheus Caledonius, the mufick for both the voice and flute, and the words of the fongs finely engraven in a folio book, for the use of perfons of the bigbeft quality in Britain, and dedicated to the late Queen. This, by the by, I thought proper to intimate, and do my felf that juftice which the publisher neglected; fince be ought to have acquainted his illustrious lift of fubfcribers, that the most of the fongs were mine, the mufick abstracted.

IN my compofitions and collections, I have kept out all fmut and ribaldry, that the modeft voice and ear of the fair finger might meet with no affront; the chief bent of all my studies being, to gain their good graces and it fball always be my care, to ward off thefe frowns that would prove mortal to my muse.

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Now little books, go your ways; be affured
of favourable reception wherever the fun fhines
on the free-born chearful Briton; fteal your
felves into the ladies bofoms. Happy volumes!
you are to live too as long as the fong of Ho-
mer in Greek and English, and mix your afbes
only with the odes of Horace. Were it but my
fale, when old and rufled, like you to be again
reprinted, what a curious figure would I appear
on the utmost limits of time, after a thousand

• editions? Happy volumes! you are fecure, but

I must yield; pleafe the ladies, and take care

of my fame.

In hopes of this, fearless of coming age,

I'll fmile thro' life; and when for rhime renown'd,

I'll calmly quit the farce and giddy ftage,

And fleep beneath a flow'ry turf full found.

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A quire of bright beauties

As charming Clara walk'd alone

Amongst the willows on the grafs
A trifling fong ye shall hear
As the now in valleys lying
Awake, thou fairest thing in nature
Away you rover

A four reformation

As mufing I rang'd in a meadow alone
All you that wou'd refine your blood.
As down in the meadows I chanced to pafs
A cobler there was, and he liv'd in a ftall
As I am a friend

Ah! woes me, poor Willy cry'd
As tippling John was jogging on
As after noon, on fummer's day
Alexis, how artless a lover
A maid is like the golden oar
A fox may fteal your hens, fir
As Dolly was milking of the cows
A woman's ware like china
Affift your vot'ry, friendly nine

B.

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By a murmuring ftream a fair fhepherdefs lay
Blate Jonny faintly teld fair Jean his mind
Bright Cynthia's power divinely great

By fmooth winding Tay a fwain was reclining
Beneath a beech's grateful fhade

By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth
Beneath a green fhade I fand a fair maid

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Beffy's beauties fhine fae bright
Bleft as the immortal gods is he
Beauty from fancy takes its arms
Balow, my boy, ly ftill and fleep
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bride
Blyth Jocky young and gay

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride

Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues
Bleft as th' immortal gods is he

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151

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235

Bacchus is a power divine

287

Belinda with affected mein

294

By the fide of a great kitchen fire

310

Bacchus muft now his power refign

329

C.

Blyth, blyth, blyth was the

By mafon's art the aspiring dome
Believe my fighs, my tears, my dear

Come let's ha'e mair wine in

Celestial mufes, tune your lyres

Come fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys
Confefs thy love, fair blufhing maid

Come Florinda, lovely charmer

Come here's to the nymph that I love

Cauld be the rebels caft

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Celia, let not pride undo you

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Cupid, god of pleafing anguish

254

Cupid, eafe a love-fick maid

Celia, too late you wou'd repent

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308

Come, carles a' of fumblers ha'

Come, neighbours, now we've made our hay

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Come let us prepare

357

Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her

Caftom prevailing fo long 'mongst the great

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Come, love, let's walk by yonder fpring

Care away, gae thou frae me

Come, lads, ne'er plague your heads
Can love be controul'd by advice

Celia now my heart hath broke

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