THE YELLOW HAIR'D LADDIE.

In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain, And fummer approaching rejoiceth the fwain, The yellow-hair'd laddie would oftentimes go To wilds and deep glens where the hawthorn trees grow:

There, under the shade of an old facred thorn, With freedom he fang his loves ev'ning and morn; He fang with fo foft and enchanting a found, That fylvans and fairies unfeen danc'd around.

The fhepherd thus fung:-Tho' young Maya be fair,

Her beauty is dash'd with a scornful proud air; But Sufie was handsome, and fweetly cou'd fing, Her breath, like the breezes, perfum'd in the spring.

That Madia in all the gay bloom of her youth, Like the moon was inconftant, and never spoke truth; But Sufie was faithful, good-humour'd and free, And fair as the goddess who fprung from the fea.

That mamma's fine daughter, with all her great

dow'r,

Was aukwardly airy, and frequently four :-
Then fighing, he wifh'd, wou'd parents agree,
The witty fweet Sufie his mistress might be.

NANNY-O.

WHILE fome for pleasure pawn their health,
"Twixt Lais and the bagnio,

I'll fave myself, and without ftealth

Kifs and carefs my Nanny-O.

She bids more fair to engage a Jove,
Than Leda did or Danae-O † :
Were I to paint the queen of love,
None else should fit but Nanny-O.

How joyfully my fpirits rife,

When dancing she moves finely-O;
I guess what heav'n is by her eyes,
Which sparkle fo divinely-O.
Attend my vow, ye gods, while I
Breathe in the bleft Britannio,
None's happiness I shall envy,

As long 's ye grant me Nanny-O.

CHORUS.

My bonny bonny Nanny-O,

My loving charming Nanny-O,

I care not tho' the world do know
How dearly I love Nanny-O.

* A famous Corinthian courtezan.

Two beauties to whom Jove made love; to one in the figure of a fwan, to the other in a golden fhower.

BONNY JEAN.

LOVE's goddess, in a myrtle grove,

Said, "

Cupid, bend thy bow with speed,

" Nor let the shaft at random rove,

"For Jenny's haughty heart must bleed."
The smiling boy, with divine art,
From Paphos fhot an arrow keen,
Which flew unerring to the heart,
And kill'd the pride of bonny Jean.

No more the nymph, with haughty air,
Refufes Willie's kind address;

Her yielding blushes fhew no care,
But too much fondness to suppress.

No more the youth is fullen now,

But looks the gayeft on the green,
Whilst every day he fpies fome new
Surprising charms in bonny Jean.

A thousand transports crowd his breast,
He moves as light as fleeting wind,
His former forrows feem a jeft,

Now when his Jeanie is turn'd kind.
Riches he looks on with disdain,

The glorious fields of war look mean, The cheerful hound and horn give pain, If absent from his bonny Jean.

The

The day he spends in am'rous gaze,

Which, e'en in fummer, fhorten'd feems; When funk in down, with glad amaze,

He wonders at her in his dreams. All charms disclos'd, fhe looks more bright Than Troy's fair prize, the Spartan queen: With breaking day he lifts his fight, And pants to be with bonny Jean.

AULD LANG SYNE.

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,

Tho' they return with fears?
These are the nobleft hero's lot,
Obtain'd in glorious wars.
Welcome, my Varo, to my breast,
Thy arms about me twine,
And make me once again as blest
As I was lang fyne.

Methinks around us on each bough

A thousand Cupids play,

Whilst thro' the groves I walk with you,

Each object makes me gay.

Since your return, the fun and moon

With brighter beams do shine,

Streams murmur foft notes while they run,

As they did lang fyne.

Despise

Defpife the court and din of state;
Let that to their share fall,
Who can efteem fuch flav'ry great,
While bounded like a ball:

But funk in love, upon my arms

We'll please ourselves with mutual charms, As we did lang fyne.

O'er moor and dale with your gay friend

You may pursue the chace And after a blyth bottle, end All cares in my embrace: And in a vacant rainy day,

You fhall be wholly mine;

We'll make the hours run smooth away,

And laugh at lang syne.

The hero, pleas'd with the sweet air,
And figns of gen'rous love,

Which had been utter'd by the fair,

Bow'd to the pow'rs above.

Next day, with glad consent and hafte,
Th' approach'd the facred fhrine,
Where the good prieft the couple bleft,

And put them out of pine.