And that's the day that comes betwixt

A Saturday and Monday ;
For then I'm drest all in my best
To walk abroad with Sally ;

30 She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley.
My master carries me to church,

And often am I blamed
Because I leave him in the lurch

35 As soon as text is named ; I leave the church in sermon-time

And slink away to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.

40 When Christinas comes about again

O then I shall have money; I'll hoard it up, and box it all,

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I'll give it to my honey :
I would it were ten thousand pound,

I'd give it all to Sally ;
She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley.
My master and the neighbours all

Make game of me and Sally,
And, but for her, I'd better be

A slave and row a galley ;
But when my seven long years are out

O then I'll marry Sally,—
O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed,
But not in our alley !

H. CAREY.

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A FAREWELL
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,

An' fill it in a silver tassie ;
That I may drink before I go

A service to my bonnie lassie :

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The boat rocks at the pier o’Leith,

Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law,

And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly,

The glittering spears are rankéd ready ; The shouts o' war are heard afar,

The battle closes thick and bloody ; But it's not the roar o sea or shore

Wad make me langer wish to tarry ; Nor shout o' war that's heard afarIt's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.

R. BURNS.

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If doughty deeds my lady please

Right soon I'll mount my steed; And strong his arm, and fast his seat,

That bears frae me the meed.
I'll wear thy colours in my cap,

Thy picture in my heart ;
And he that bends not to thine eye
Shall rue it to his smart.
Then tell me how to woo thee, love ;

O tell me how to woo thee !
For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take,

Tho' ne'er another trow me.

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If gay attire delight thine eye

I'll dight me in array ;
I'll tend thy chamber door all night,

And squire thee all the day.
If sweetest sounds can win thine ear,
These sounds I'll strive to catch

; Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysell,

That voice that nane can match.

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But if fond love thy heart can gain,

I never broke a vow

Nae maiden lays her skaith to me,

I never loved but you.
For you alone I ride the ring,

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For you I wear the blue ;
For you alone I strive to sing,
O tell me how to woo !
Then tell me how to woo thee, love ;
O tell me how to woo thee !

30 For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take, Tho' ne'er another trow me.

R. GRAHAM OF GARTMORE,

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TO A YOUNG LADY Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maidSilent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng : With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course ; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes ; Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass, And Heaven reflected in her face.

W. COWPER.

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THE SLEEPING BEAUTY Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile

Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile

And move, and breathe delicious sighs !

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Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks

And mantle o'er her neck of snow: Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks

What most I wish and fear to know !

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She starts, she trembles, and she weeps !

Her fair hands folded on her breast : ---And now, how like a saint she sleeps !

A seraph in the realms of rest !

Sleep on secure ! Above control

Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee : And may the secret of thy soul Remain within its sanctuary !

S. ROGERS.

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For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to Love,
And when we meet a mutual heart
Come in between, and bid us part ?

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Bid us sigh on from day to day,
And wish and wish the soul away ;
Till youth and genial years are flown,
And all the life of life is gone ?

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But busy, busy, still art thou,
To bind the loveless joyless vow,
The heart from pleasure to delude,
And join the gentle to the rude.

For once, O Fortune, hear my prayer,
And I absolve thy future care ;
All other blessings I resign,
Make but the dear Amanda mine.

J. THOMSON.

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The merchant, to secure his treasure,

Conveys it in a borrow'd name : Euphelia serves to grace my measure,

But Cloe is my real flame.

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My softest verse, my darling lyre

Upon Euphelia's toilet layWhen Cloe noted her desire

That I should sing, that I should play.

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My lyre I tune, my voice I raise,

But with my numbers mix my sighs ; And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,

I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes.

Fair Cloe blush'd : Euphelia frown'd:

I sung, and gazed ; I play'd, and trembled : And Venus to the Loves around Remark'd how ill we all dissembled.

M. PRIOR.

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When lovely woman stoops to folly

And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy,

What art can wash her guilt away?

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The only art her guilt to cover,

To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover
And wring his bosom, is—to die.

O. GOLDSMITH.

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Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon,

How can ye bloom sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds,

And I sae fu' o' care !

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird 5

That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o' the happy days

When my fause Luve was true.