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11.

And as fhe paffed by

With a scornful glance of her eye,
What a fhame, quoth the,

For a fwain 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 sweeteft fhepherd's reed?

IV.

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

But with hopes and fears

Now bufily prepares The bonny boon to gain.

V.

Shall another maiden fhine In brighter array than thine? Up, up, dull fwain,

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 defert

Is written in my heart,

What is all the world befide ?

VII.

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

Than the nymphs of our green,
So trim and fo 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 fhepherd all thy own.

SONG.

то

AH WILLOW.

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.

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II.

Sweet ftream, he cry'd fadly, I'll teach thee to flow.

Ah willow, &c.

And the waters fhall rife to the brink with my woe.

Ah willow, &c.

III.

All reftlefs 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 foft flumbers repair; Ah willow, &c.

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

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Dear brook, were thy chance near her pillow to creep, Ah willow, &c.

Perhaps thy foft murmurs might lull her to fleep.

Ah willow, &c.

VI.

Let me be kept waking, my eyes never close,

Ah willow, &c.

So the fleep 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 lofs of my dear-one, my love is decreed;

Ah willow, &c.

If

VIII.

If no more my fad heart by those eyes shall be chear'd;

Ah willow, &c.

If the voice of my warbler no more fhall be heard;

Ah willow, &c.

IX.

Believe me, thou fair-one; thou dear-one, believe,
Ah willow, &c.

Few fighs to thy lofs, and few tears will I give.
Ah willow, &c.

X.

One fate to thy Colin and thee fhall be ty'd,
Ah willow, &c.

And foon lay thy fhepherd close by thy cold fide.

Ah willow, &c.

XI.

Then run, gentle brook; and to lose thyself, hafte;
Ah willow, willow.

Fade thou too, my willow, this verfe is my laft;
Ah willow, willow; ah willow, willow.

TO THE SAME, SINGING.

I.

WTo foften every pain!

HAT charms in melody are found

How do we catch the healing found,
And feel the foothing ftrain!

F 2.

Still /

II.

Still when I hear thee, O my fair,

I bid my heart rejoice;

I shake off every fullen care,
For forrow flies thy voice.

III.

The feafons Philomel obey,
Whene'er they hear her fing;
She bids the winter fly away,
And the recalls the spring.

SONG,

THE FAIR INCONSTANT.

H E.

INCE I have long lov'd you in vain,

SINCE

And doted on every feature ;

Give me at length but leave to complain

Of fo ungrateful a creature.

Though I beheld in your wandering eyes
The wanton symptoms of ranging;

Still I refolv'd against being wise,

And lov'd you in spite of your changing.

SHE.

Why fhould you blame what heaven has made,

Or find any fault in creation?

'Tis not the crime of the faithlefs maid,

But nature's inclination.

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