At his death there were present the lads that I've sung, Save Laury, who, riding a garron, was flung, We return'd to Kilruddery's plentiful board, Where dwells hospitality, Mirth, and my Lord; We talk'd o'er the chace, and we toasted the health, Of the man who ne'er varied for places or wealth. Owen Bray balk'd a leap, says Hal Preston, 'twas odd; 'Twas shameful, cries Jack, by the great living God: Says Preston, I halloo'd get on, though you fall, Or I'll leap over you, your blind gelding and all. Each glass was adapted to Freedom and sport, Then, till the next morning, bid farewell each brother, For some they went one way, and some went ane ther: As Phoebus befriended our earlier roam, So Luna took care in conducting us home. THE LASS OF THE MILL. ON the brow of a hill a young Shepherdess dwelt, Who no pangs of ambition or love had e'er felt : For a few sober maxims still ran in her head, That 'twas better to earn, ere she eat her brown bread; That to rise with the lark was health, conducive to And, to folks in a cottage, contentment was wealth, Now young Roger, who liv'd in the valley below, Who at church and market was reckon'd a beau, Had many times tried o'er her heart to prevail, And would rest on his pitch-fork to tell her his tal With his winning behaviour he melted her heart; But, quite artless herself, she suspected no art. He had sigh'd and protested, had kneel'd and implor'd, And could lie with the grandeur and air of a lord: Then her eyes he commended in language well drest, And enlarg'd on the torments that troubled his breast; Till his sighs and his tears had so wrought on her mind, That in downright compassion to love she inclin'd. But as soon as he'd melted the ice of her breast, All the flames of his love in a moment decreas'd; And at noon he goes flaunting all over the vale, Where he boasts of his conquest to Susan and Nell: Tho' he sees her but seldom, he's always in haste, And if ever he mentions her, makes her his jest.. All the day she goes sighing, and hanging her head, And her thoughts are so pester'd, she scarce earns her bread; The whole village cried shame when a milking she goes, That so little affection is shew'd to the cows: Now beware ye young virgins of Britain's gay isle, Who to court you and tempt you will try all his skill, But remember the lass on the brow of the hill. LOVELY NAN. SWEET is the ship that under sail, When the Boatswain pipes- the barge to man The needle, faithful to the north, Let seamanship do all it can; When in the bilboes I was penn'd, None hail'd me, woman,child, nor man: I'd all the world in lovely Nan. I love my duty, love my friend, To moan their loss who hazard ran; By manners love to shew the man: First made me doat on lovely Nan. THE TINKER. MY Daddy was a Tinker's son, My daddy was the Lord (upon my soul he was) the Lord knows who? Tan ran tan, tan ran tan tan, Once I in budget snug had got Besides a jolly Tinker (yes by the Lord) a tinker's ways and means. Tan ran tan, &c. Like dad, when I to quarters come, Here's kettles to mend: bring me some beer, For which I praise the landlord (could do no less than praise) the landlord's wife. Tan ran tan, &c., THE WELSH HARPER. OVER the sunny hills I stray, And sometimes in the shadowy vales Though poor, my breast is free from strife; In the Welsh vales mid mountains high. Sometimes before a castle gate Or how a Lord in Shepherd's 'guise, The blithe old harper, &e. When Sol illumes the western sky, The blithe old harper, &c. ** YOUNG WILLIAM. YOUNG William was a seaman true, And though no lagging lubber he, And Jenny lov'd, but all by stealth, |