The tide, fays he, will foon erafe Am I fome favage beaft of prey? That bofom foft, that lily skin A rock hid under fnow. Ah me! the flints and pebbles wound Ah! fair one, moderate thy flight, With that, he took a running leap, The The melancholy hern stalks by; And toll his funeral bell. The waters roll above his head, Ah! have you feen a lily pale, So droop'd this flow-confuming maid, By By Lucy warn'd, of flattering fwains Of vengeance due to broken vows, Three times all in the dead of night, Too well the love-lorn maiden knew I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Of a falfe fwain and broken heart, In early youth I die: Am I to blame, because the bride • Ah Colin! give not her thy vows, • Vows due to me alone! Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kifs, • Nor think him all thy own. •To To-morrow in the church to wed, Impatient both prepare: But know, false man, and know, fond maid, • Then bear my corfe, ye comrades dear, • The bridegroom blithe to meet, He in his wedding-trim fo gay, She spoke, fhe died; her corfe was borne The bridegroom blithe to meet, He in his wedding trim so gay, She in her winding-fheet. What then were perjur'd Colins thoughts? Compaffion, fhame, remorfe, defpair, At once his bofom fwell: The damps of death bedew'd his brow, From the vain bride (ah bride no more!) The varying crimson fled, When, ftretch'd beside her rivals corse, She faw her lover dead. He He to his Lucys new-made grave, Oft at this place the conftant hind, But, fwain forfworn, whoe'er thou art, SONG LXIX. JEM MY DAWSON*. BY WILLIAM SHENSTONE ESQ HOME listen to my mournful tale, CON Ye tender hearts and lovers dear Nor will you fcorn to heave a figh, Nor will you blush to shed a tear. r; * Captain James Dawson, the amiable and unfortunate fubject of these beautiful ftanzas, was one of the Eight Officers, belonging to the Manchefter Regiment of volunteers in the fervice of The Young Chevalier, who were hanged, drawn, and quartered, on Kennington-common, in 1746. And this ballad, written about the time, is founded on a remarkable circumstance which actually happened at his execution. Juft before his death he wrote a fong on his own misfortunes, which is fuppofed to be still extant, though the editor, after much inquiry, has never had the happiness to meet with it. VOL. I. G And |