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Chanc'd to take me in their way;
And, to make the favour greater,
Brought the Graces and Good-nature,
Conversation 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.

AS

I.
S on a summer's day

In the greenwood shade I lay,
The maid that I loy'd,

As her fancy mov’d,
Came walking forth that way.

II. And

* Afterwards the celebrated Lady Harvey.

II.

And as the passed by
With a scornful glance of her eye,

What a shame, quoth she,

For a swain 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 shepherd's reed ?

IV.

There 's not a single swain Of all this fruitful plain,

But with hopes and fears

Now busily prepares The bonny boon to gain.

V.

Shall another maiden shine In brighter array than thine ?

Up, up, dull swain,

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

VI. Alas!

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VI.
Alas! my love, he cry'd,
What avails this courtly pride ?

Since thy dear desert

Is written in my heart,
What is all the world beside ?

VII.

To me thou art more gay,
In this homely ruslet gray,

Than the nymphs of our green,
So trim and so fheen;
Or the brightest Queen of May.

VIII.
What though my fortune frown,
And deny thee a filken gown ;

My own dear maid,

Be content with this shade,
And a shepherd all thy own.

SO 'N G.

Α .Η

W I L L O W.

TO THE SAME, IN HER SICKNESS.

I.
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.
F

II, Sweet

TO

II. Sweet stream, he cry'd sadly, I'll teach thee to flow.

Ah willow, &c.
And the waters shall rise to the brink with my wae.
Ah willow, &c.

III.
All restless 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 soft flumbers repair ;

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

Ah willow, &c.

V.
Dear brook, were thy chance near her pillow to creep,

Ah willow, &c.
Perhaps thy soft murmurs might lull her to Neep.
Ah willow, &c.

VI.
Let me be kept waking, my eyes never close,

Ah willow, &c.
So the sleep 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 loss of my dear-one, my love is decreed ;
Ah willow, &c.

If

VIII.
If no more my fad heart by those eyes ihall 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 loss, and few tears will I give.
Ah willow, &c.

X.
One fate to thy Colin and thee shall be tyd,

Ah willow, &c.
And soon lay thy shepherd close by thy cold side.
Ah willow, &c.

XI.
Then run, gentle brook; and to lose thyself, haste;

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

Ah willow, willow; ah willow, willow.

TO THE SAME, SINGING.

W fo foften every pain!

I.
THAT charms in melody are found

How do we catch the healing sound,

And feel the foothing strain!

Still