Her voice, her touch might give th' alarm-
"Twas both perhaps or neither;
In short 'twas that provoking charm
Of Coelia all together.

SONG XL.

SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

BY MR. HENRY CAREY.

fo

F all the girls that are so smart,
There's none like pretty Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,
And the lives in our alley.
There is no lady in the land
Is half fo fweet as Sally :
She is the darling of my heart,
And fhe lives in our alley.

Her father he makes cabbage-nets,

And through the streets does cry 'em :

Her mother she fells laces long

To fuch as please to buy 'em :

But fure fuch folks could ne'er beget

So fweet a girl as Sally !

She is the darling of my heart,

And fhe lives in our alley.

When

When she is by, I leave my work,
(I love her fo fincerely)

My master comes like any Turk,
And bangs me most severely:
But, let him bang his belly full,
I'll bear it all for Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

Of all the days that's in the week,
I dearly love but one day,

And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday;

For then I'm drefs'd, all in my best,
To walk abroad with Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

I would it were ten thousand pounds,
I'd give it all to Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,
And the lives in our alley.

My mafter, 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.

SONG XLI.

SWEET WILLIAMS FAREWELL TO

BLACK-EYED SUSAN.

A1

BY M R. GAY.

LL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,

The ftreamers waving in the wind,

When black-ey'd Sufan came on board:
Oh! where shall I my true love find?
Tell me, ye jovial failors, tell me true
If my sweet William fails among the crew!

William,

William, who high upon the yard,
Rock'd with the billow to and fro,

Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
He figh'd and caft his eyes
below :

The cord flides swiftly through his glowing hands, And (quick as lightning) on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
(If, chance, his mates fhrill voice he hear)
And drops at once into her neft.
The nobleft captain in the British fleet
Might envy Williams lips thofe kiffes sweet.

O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear,

My vows fhall ever true remain : Let me kifs off that falling tear,

We only part to meet again.

Change as ye lift, ye winds, my heart fhall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.

Believe not what the landmen say,

Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind:
They'll tell thee, failors, when away,
In every port a mistress find.

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo,
For thou art present wherefoe'er I go.

If to fair Indias coaft we fail,

Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Africks fpicy gale,

Thy skin is ivory fo white.

Thus every beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my foul fome charm of lovely Sue.

Though battle call me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Sufan mourn;
Though cannons roar, yet fafe from harms
William fhall to his dear return.

Love turns afide the balls that round me fly,
Left precious tears fhould drop from Sufans eye.

The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The fails their fwelling bofom fpread;
No longer must she stay on board:

They kifs'd, fhe figh'd, he hung his head;
Her lefs'ning boat unwilling rows to land:
Adieu! fhe cries, and wav'd her lily hand.

SONG XLII.

FROM THE LAPLAND TONGUE.

BY SIR RICHARD STEEL!

Tinvites my fair to rural play,
HOU rifing fun, whofe gladfome ray

Difpell the mift, and clear the skies,
And bring my Orra to my eyes.

Oh! were I fure my dear to view,
I'd climb that pine-trees topmoft bough,
Aloft in air that quivering plays,
And round and round for ever gaze.

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