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Then you would promise that your darts,
Should bring me hecatombs of hearts;
Child! you are given to lying!

CEASE, CEASE; THOSE SIGHS I CANNOT
BEAR.

Cease, cease; those sighs I cannot bear;
Hark! hark! the drums are calling,
Oh! must I chide that coward tear,
Or kiss it as 'tis falling.

Eliza, bid thy soldier go:

Why thus my heart-strings sever;
Ah, be not then my honour's foe,
Or I am lost for ever.

Serene, yon dreadful field I see,
Whatever fate betide me;
Thy shelter innocence shall be,
And I've no wish beside thee.

HARK! THE GODDESS DIANA.

Hark! the goddess Diana

Calls aloud for the chase;
Bright Phoebus awakens the morn,
Rouse, rouse from your slumber,
And for hunting prepare,

For the huntsman is winding his horn.
See! the hounds are unkennell'd,
And all ripe for the chase,

They start to o'ertake the fleet hare;
A danger they're scorning,

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And for hunting preparing,

To the field then, brave boys, let's repair.

QUITE POLITELY.

When first in Lunnun I arrived,
On a visit, on a visit,

When first in Lunnun I arrived,
'Midst heavy rain and thunder;
There I espied a lass in green,
The bonniest lass that eyes e'er seen,
I've oft heard talk of beauty's queen.—
Thinks I, by gum, I've found her.
Tol de rol, &c.

She stood stock still, I did the same,
Gazing on her, gazing on her,

She stood stock still, I did the same,
We both look'd mighty simple.
Her cheeks were like the blushing rose,
Which on the hedge neglected blows,
Her eyes as black as any sloes,
And nigh her mouth a dimple.
Tol de rol, &c.

Madam, said I, and made a bow,
Scraping to her, scraping to her,
Madam, said I, and made a bow;
I quite forgot the weather,
If you will me permission give,
I'll see you home where'er you live,
With that she took me by the sleeve,
And off we trudg'd together.

Tol de rol, &c.

A pretty wild goose chase we had,
Up and down, sir, in and out, sir;
A pretty wild goose chase we had,
The cobbled stones so galled me;
Whereon we came unto a door,
Where twenty lasses, aye, or more,
Came out to have a bit galore,
At bumpkin, as they called me.
Tol de rol, &c.

Walk in, kind sir, says she to me;
Quite politely, quite politely-
Walk in, kind sir, says she to me:
Poor lad they cried, he's undone !
Walk in, kind sir,-not so, says I,
For I've got other fish to fry-
I've seen you home,-so now good bye,
I'ze Yorkshire, though in Lunnun.
Tol de rol, &c.

My pockets soon I rummag'd o'er,
Cautious ever, cautious ever-
My pockets soon I rummag'd o'er,
Where a diamond ring I found:
For I had this precaution took,
To stick in each a small fish hook;
In groping for my pocket book,
The hook it stripped her finger.
Tol de rol, &c.

Three weeks I've been in Lunnun town,
Living idle, living idle-

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Three weeks I've been in Lunnun town,
'Tis time to strike to work;
I sold the ring and got the brass,
I did not play the silly ass,

It will do to toast the Lunnun lass,
When I go back to Yorkshire.
Tol de rol, &c.

AS PENSIVE CHLOE.

As pensive Chloe walked alone,
The feather'd snow came softly down,
Like Jove descending from his tower,
'To court her in a silver shower.

The wanton flakes flew to her breast,
As little birds into their nest;
But overcome with whiteness there,
For grief dissolved into a tear!
Thence falling on her garment hem,
To deck her, froze into a gem.

CRAZY JANE.

Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature
Are such signs of fear exprest?
Can a wandering wretched creature
With such terror fill thy breast ?
Do my phrensied looks alarm thee?
Trust me, sweet, thy fears are vain:
Not for kingdoms would I harm thee,
Shun not then poor Crazy Jane.
Dost thou weep to see my anguish!
Mark me, and avoid my woe!
When men flatter, sigh, and languish,
Think them false, I found them so;

For I lov'd-oh, so sincerely!

None could ever love again!

But the youth I lov'd so dearly
Stole the wits of Crazy Jane.

Fondly my young heart received him,
Which was doom'd to love but one,
He sigh'd, he vow'd, and I believed him-
He was false, and I undone.

From that hour has reason never
Held her empire o'er my brain,
Henry fled with him for ever
Fled the wits of Crazy Jane.

Now forlorn, and broken hearted,

And with phrensied thoughts beset,
On that spot where first we parted,
On that spot where first we met.
Still I sang my love lorn ditty,
Still I slowly pace the plain,
While each passer by in pity,
Cries, God help thee! Crazy Jane.

DENNIS BRULGRUDDERY.

I was born once at home when my mother was out,
In her reckoning an accident brought it about.
As for family honours and such kind of fun,
Tho' some boast of forefathers, yet I had but one,
Derry down, down, down, derry down.

Our cottage was fill'd, tho' 'twas not very big,
With poultry and pictures, three chairs and a pig,
Our dog was called Dennis, our sow Paddy Whack;
But till christened, I hadn't a name to my back.

Derry down, &c.

When I came to be christened, my poor mother saw On my face our dog Dennis was setting his paw,

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