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IT and Beauty t' other day,

WIT Chanc'd to take me in their way;

And, to make the favour greater,
Brought the Graces and Good-nature,
Converfation care-beguiling,

Joy in dimples ever smiling,
All the pleasures here below,

Men can ask, or gods bestow.
A jolly train, believe me! No:

There were but two, Lepell* and How.

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In the greenwood fhade I lay,

The maid that I lov'd,

As her fancy mov'd,

Came walking forth that way.

II. And

*Afterwards the celebrated Lady Harvey.

11.

And as the paffed by

With a fcornful glance of her eye,
What a fhame, quoth fhe,

For a fwain muft it be,

Like a lazy loon for to die!

III.

And doft thou nothing heed, What Pan our god has decreed; What a prize to-day

Shall be given away,

To the sweetest fhepherd's reed?

IV.

There 's not a fingle fwain

Of all this fruitful plain,

But with hopes and fears

Now bufily prepares The bonny boon to gain.

V.

Shall another maiden fhine In brighter array than thine? Up, up, dull fwain,

Tune thy pipe once again, And make the garland mine.

VI. Alas!

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O the brook and the willow that heard him complain,

Ah willow, willow.

Poor Colin fat weeping, and told them his pain;

Ah willow, willow; ah willow, willow.

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II.

Sweet ftream, he cry'd fadly, I'll teach thee to flow.

Ah willow, &c.

And the waters fhall rife to the brink with my wae. Ah willow, &c.

III.

All reftlefs and painful poor Amoret lies,

Ah willow, &c.

And counts the fad moments of time as it flies.

Ah willow, &c.

IV.

To the nymph my heart loves, ye foft flumbers repair; Ah willow, &c.

Spread your downy wings o'er her, and make he, Ah willow, &c.

your care.

V.

Dear brook, were thy chance near her pillow to creep, Ah willow, &c.

Perhaps thy foft murmurs might lull her to fleep.

Ah willow, &c.

VI.

Let me be kept waking, my eyes never close,

Ah willow, &c.

So the fleep that I lose brings my fair-one repose,
Ah willow, &c.

VII.

But if I am doom'd to be wretched indeed;

Ah willow, &c.

If the lofs of my dear-one, my love is decreed;

Ah willow, &c.

VIII.

If no more my fad heart by those eyes shall be chear'd;

Ah willow, &c.

If the voice of my warbler no more shall be heard;

Ah willow, &c.

IX.

Believe me, thou fair-one; thou dear-one, believe,
Ah willow, &c.

Few fighs to thy lofs, and few tears will I give.
Ah willow, &c.

X.

One fate to thy Colin and thee shall be ty'd,
Ah willow, &c.

And foon lay thy fhepherd clofe by thy cold fide..
Ah willow, &c.

XI.

Then run, gentle brook; and to lofe thyself, hafte;
Ah willow, willow.

Fade thou too, my willow, this verse is my last ;
Ah willow, willow; ah willow, willow.

TO THE SAME, SINGING.

WH

I.

HAT charms in melody are found
To soften every pain!

How do we catch the healing found,

And feel the foothing ftrain!

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