Tune every inftrument of found,
Which all the mind divinely raises,
Till every height and dale rebound,
Both loud and fweet, my darling's praifes.

CHORUS.

O the happy, &c.

MELINDA.

Thy love gives me the brightest shine,
My happiness is now completed,
Since all that 's generous, great, and fine,
In my Brigantius is united;

For which I'll ftudy thy delight,

With kindly tale the time beguiling; And round the change of day and night, Fix throughout life a conftant fmiling.

CHORUS.

O the happy, &c.

JENNY NETTLES.

SAW ye Jenny Nettles,

Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles; Saw ye Jenny Nettles,

Coming frae the market;

Bag and baggage on her back,

Her fee and bountith in her lap;

Bag and baggage on her back,
And a babie in her oxter?

I met ayont the cairny

Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, Singing till her bairny,

Robin Rattle's baftard.

To flee the dool upo' the ftool,
And ilka ane that mocks her,
She round about feeks Robin out,

To ftap it in his oxter.

Fy, fy! Robin Rattle,

Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle;

Fy, fy! Robin Rattle,

Ufe Jenny Nettles kindly :

Score out the blame, and fhun the shame,

And without mair debate o't,

Take hame your wean, make Jenny fain, The leel and leefome gate o't.

FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY.

FOR the fake of fomebody,
For the fake of fomebody,
I cou'd wake a winter night
For the fake of fomebody.
I am gawn to seek a wife,

I am gawn to buy a plaidy;
I have three ftane of woo,

Carling, is thy daughter ready? For the fake of fomebody, &c.

Betty, laffie, fay 't thyfell,

Tho' thy dame be ill to fhoo,
First we 'll buckle, then we 'll tell,
Let her flyte and fyne come too:
What fignifies a mither's gloom,
When love and kiffes come in play?
Shou'd we wither in our bloom,

And in fimmer mak nae hay?

For the fake, &c.

SHE.

SHE.

Bonny lad, I carena by,

Tho' I try my luck with thee,

Since

ye are content to tye

The haff mark bridal band wi' me: I'll flip hame and wash my feet,

And steal on linnings fair and clean, Syne at the trysting-place we 'll meet, To do but what my dame has done. For the fake, &c.

HE.

Now my lovely Betty gives

Confent in fic a heartfome gate, It me frae a' my care relieves,

And doubts that gart me aft look blate : Then let us gang and get the grace, For they that have an appetite

Shou'd eat; and lovers fhou'd embrace;

If these be faults, 'tis nature's wyte. For the fake, &c.

THE GENEROUS GENTLEMAN.

TUNE" THE BONNY LASS OF BRANKSOME."

As I came in by Tiviot fide,

And by the braes of Brankfome,
There first I saw my bonny bride,
Young, fmiling, fweet, and handfome:
Her fkin was fafter than the down,
And white as alabafter;

Her hair a fhining wavy brown;
In ftraightness nane furpast her,

Life glow'd upon her lip and cheek,
Her clear een were surprising,
And beautifully turn'd her neck,
Her little breasts just rifing:
Nae filken hofe with gufhets fine,
Or fhoon with glancing laces,
On her fair leg forbad to fhine,
Well fhapen native graces,

Ae little coat, and bodice white,

Was fum of a' her claithing:

Even these o'er mickle ;-mair delyte

She'd given cled wi' naithing.

She