My Lodging is in the cold Air,
And Hunger is fharp and bites :
A little Sir, good Sir, spare,
To keep warm,o'Nights.

SONG XIX.

Sung by Mr. BEARD in the Jovial Crew. Made Love to Kate, long I figh'd for fhe, 'Till I heard of late, fhe'd a Mind to me, I met her on the Green in her beft Array,

So pretty fhe did seem, she stole my Heart away; On then we kifs'd and prefs'd, were we much to

blame?

Had you been in my Place, you'd have done the fame.

As I fonder grew fhe began to prate,

Quoth fhe, I'll marry you, if you will marry Kate; But then I laugh'd and swore I lov'd her more than fo,

For tied each to a Rope's End, 'tis tugging to and and fro :

Again we kifs'd and prefs'd, were much to blame, Had you been in my Place, you'd have done the fame.

Then fhe figh'd and faid fhe was wond'rous fick,
Dicky, Katy led; Katy fhe lea Dick;

Long we toy'd and play'd under yonder Oak,
Katy loft the Game, though fhe play'd in joke;
For there we did alas! what I dare not name,
Had you been in my Place, you'd have done the
fame.
Fal, lal, &c.

SONG

SONG XX.

Sung by Mifs BRENT in the Jovial Crew.
Set by Dr. ARNE.

THO'

HO' Ladies look gay, when of Beauty they boast,

And Mifers are envy'd when Wealth is increas'd; The Vapours oft kill all the Joys of a Toaft;

And the Mifer's a Wretch, when he pays for the
Feaft.

The Pride of the great, of the rich, of the fair,.
May Pity befpeak, but Envy can't move;
My Thoughts are no farther aspiring,

No more my fond Heart is defiring,

Than Freedom, Content and the Man that I love.

SONG XXI.

Sung by Mr. BEARD and Mr. SHUTER in the Jovial Crew.

T

HERE was a Maid, and fhe went to the Mill,
Sing trolly, lolly, lolly, lolly, lo.

The Mill turned round, but the Maid ftood fill.
Oh ho! did fhe fo? did the fo? did the fo ?·

The Miller he kiss'd her, away fhe went ;
Sing trolly,, &c.

The Maid was well pleased, and the Miller content.
Oh ho was he fo? &c.

He danc'd, and he fung, while the Mill when Clack;

Sing trolly, &c.

And he cherish'd his Heart with a Cup of old Sack.

Oh ho! did he fo? &c.

SONG
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SONG XXII.

THE WAY TO KEEP HIM.

YE Fair poffefs'd of ev'ry Charm
To captivate the Will;

Whofe Smiles can Rage itfelf difarm,
Whofe Frowns at once can kill ;
Say will you deign the Verfe to hear,
Where Flatt'ry bears no Part;
An honest Verse that flows fincere,
And candid from the Heart.

Great is your Pow'r, but greater yet,.
Mankind it might engage,
If, as ye all can make a Net,

Ye all cou'd make a Cage :
Each Nymph a thousand Hearts may take
For who's to Beauty blind.
But to what End a Pris'ner make,
Unless we've Strength to bind.

Attend the Counfel often told,

Too often told in vain;

Learn that beft Art, the Art to hold,
And lock the Lover's Chain.
Gamefters to little Purpose win,
Who lofe again as fast;

Tho' Beauty may the Charm begin,
'Tis Sweetnels makes it last.

SONG XXII.

The SHEPHERD.

Set by Dr. Ar ne.

N° Adieu! ye rural Sports adieu !

O more the festive Train I'll join

For what alas! have Griefs like mine
With Paftimes or Delights to do ?

Let Hearts at Eafe fuch Pleasures prove,
But I am all Defpair and Love.

A well a day! How chang'd am I?
When late I feiz'd the rural Reed ;
So foft my Strains, the Herds hard by,
Stood gazing, and forgot to feed;
But now my Strains no longer move,
They're Difcord all, Despair and Love.
Behold, around my ftraggling Sheep,
The fairest once upon the Lea;
No Swain to guide, no Dog to keep,
Unfhorn they stray, nor mark'd by me.
The Shepherds move to see them rove,
They ask the Caufe, I anfwer Love.
Neglected Love firft taught my Eyes,
With Tears of Anguish to o'erflow;
'Twas that which fill'd my Breaft with Sighs,
And tun'd my Pipe to Notes of Woe.
Love has occafion'd all my Smart,
Difpers'd my Flock, and broke my Heart,

SONG XXIV.

The SHEPHERDESS.
Set by Dr. ARNE.

Seek my Shepherd gone aftray,
He left our Cot the other Day,
Tell me ye gentle Nymphs and Swains,
Pafs'd the dear Rebel through your Plains..
Oh! whither, whither, muft I roam,
To find and charm the wand'rer home.
Sports he upon the fheaven Green,
Or joys he in the Mountain Scene;

Leads

Leads he his Flocks along the Mead,
Or does he feek the cooler Shade ?
Oh! teach a wretched Nymph the Way
To find her Lover gone aftray.

To paint, ye Maids, my truant Swain ;
A manly Softnefs crowns his Mien :
Adonis was not half so fair;

And when he talks 'tis Heav'n to hear.
But oh! the foothing Poifon fhun,

To liften is to be undone.

He'll swear no time fhall quench his Flame,
To me the Perjur'd fwore the fame ;
Too fondly loving to be wife,

Who gave my Heart an eafy Prize;
And when he tun'd his Syren Voice,
Liften'd, and was undone by Choice.

But fated now he fhuns the Kifs,
He counted once his greatest Blifs
Whilft I with fiercer Paffions burn,
And pant and die for his Return.
Oh ! whither, whither fhall I rove,
Again to find my straying Love.

SONG XXV.

DAMON and CINTHIA. A Dialogue.
Set by Dr. ARNE.

Τ

DAM O N.

URN dèarest Cynthia, turn and fee,
A Youth who dies for Love of thee;

Reflect with Pity on my Pain,

Nor let me longer plead in vain :

Canft thon behold me pine and grieve?
Yet know 'tis Godlike to relieve.

CINTHIA.