Along the solitary shore, While flitting sea-fowl round me cry, I'll westward turn my wistful eye: DOWN THE BURN, DAVIE As down the burn they took their way, With "Mary, when shall we return, Sic pleasure to renew?" Quoth Mary-"Love, I like the burn, THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE Tune-" Fee him, father, fee him." THOU hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever: Aften hast thou vow'd that Death Now thou'st left thy lass for aye- Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, WHERE ARE THE JOYS I HAVE MET? Tune-" Saw ye my father." WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc'd to the lark's early song? Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring, At evening the wild-woods among? No more a winding the course of yon river, No more I trace the light footsteps of Pleasure, Is it that Summer's forsaken our valleys, No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses Fain would I hide what I fear to discover, Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal, Come then, enamour'd and fond of my anguish, DELUDED SWAIN, THE PLEASURE Tune-" The Collier's Dochter." DELUDED Swain, the pleasure Thy hopes will soon deceive thee: The breezes idly roaming, O art thou not asham'd Good claret set before thee, THINE AM I, MY FAITHFUL FAIR Tune-" The Quaker's Wife." THINE am I, my faithful Fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev'ry roving fancy. To thy bosom lay my heart, Take away those rosy lips, Rich with balmy treasure; Turn away thine eyes of love, What is life when wanting Love? ON MRS. RIDDELL'S BIRTHDAY OLD Winter, with his frosty beard, "Now Jove, for once be mighty civil. That brilliant gift shall so enrich me, Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me." ""Tis done!" says Jove; so ends my story, And Winter once rejoiced in glory. MY SPOUSE NANCY Tune-"My Jo Janet." HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife, Yet I am not your slave, Sir." "One of two must still obey, Is it Man or Woman, say, "If 'tis still the lordly word, I'll desert my sov'reign lord, Nancy, Nancy; Yet I'll try to make a shift, My spouse Nancy." "My poor heart, then break it must, "I will hope and trust in Heaven, Strength to bear it will be given, "Well, Sir, from the silent dead, Horrid sprites shall haunt you!" "I'll wed another like my dear Nancy, Nancy; Then all hell will fly for fear, ADDRESS Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her Benefit Night December 4th, 1793, at the Theatre, Dumfries. STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night than ever, |