Happy then our Pains and Toils,
Wit only lives, Wit only lives,
When Beauty smiles;

Wit only lives, &c.

The Soldiers return from the Wars, or the Maids and Widdows Rejoycing. Tune Page 278.

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T the Change as I was walking,

I heard a Discourse of Peace;

The People all were a Talking,

That the tedious Wars will cease: And if it do prove but true,

The Maids will run out of their Houses,

To see the Troopers all come Home,

And the Grenadiers with their Drum a Drum Drum; Then the Widdows shall all have Spouses.

The Scarlet colour is fine, Sir,

All others it doth excel;

The Trooper has a Carbine, Sir,

That will please the Maidens well: And when it is Cock'd and Prim'd, Sir, The Maids will run out of their Houses, To see the Troopers come come come, &c. There's Joan, and Betty, and Nelly, And the rest of the Female Crew; Each has an Itch in her Belly,

To play with the Scarlet hue : And Margret too must be peeping, To see the Troopers, &c.

The Landladys are preparing,

Her Maids are shifting their Smocks; Each swears she'll buy her a Fairing,

And opens her Christmas-box:..

She'll give it all to the Red-coats,

When as the Troopers, &c.

Fenny

Fenny she lov'd a Trooper,

And she shew'd her all her Gear;
Doll has turn'd off the Cooper,

And now for a Grenadier:

His hand Grenadoes they will please her,
When as the Troopers, &c.

Old musty Maids that have Money,
Although no Teeth in their Heads;
May have a Bit for their Bunny,
To pleasure them in their Beds:
Their Hearts will turn to the Red-coats,
When as the Troopers, &c.

The Widdows now are a Singing,

And have thrown their Peaks aside;
For they have been us'd to stinging,
When their Garters were unty'd:
But the Red-coats they will tye 'em,
When as the Troopers, &c."

Wives and Widdows and Maidens,
I'm sure this News will please ye;
If any with Maiden-heads laden,
The Red-coats they will ease ye:
Then all prepare to be happy,

To see the Troopers all come Home, &c.

A SONG.

Tune of Old Boree.

OME Calia come, let's sit and talk a while,
About the Affairs of Loving:

CON

Let a mutual Kiss our Cares and Fears beguile,

Far distant from this Grove:

Let's pass our Time in Mirth away,

Now we're remov'd from the noisy, noisy Court; Now we're got out of the stormy Sea,

Into the safer Port.

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WHO can Dorinda's Beauty view,

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And not her Captive be;

Apollo, Daphne did pursue,

Embraced the Maid, though chang'd to a Tree: If God's could love at such a rate,

Poor Mortals must adore :

Dorinda's Merit is as great;

'Tis just, 'tis just to love her more.

A HYMN upon the Execution of two
CRIMINALS, by Mr. RAMONDON.

LL you that must take a leap in the Dark,

A Pity the Fate of Lawson and Clark;

Cheated by Hope, by Mercy amus'd,
Betray'd by the sinful ways we us'd:
Cropp'd in our Prime of Strength and Youth,
Who can but weep at so sad a Truth ;
Cropp'd in our Prime, &c.

Once

Once we thought 'twould never be Night,
But now alass 'twill never be light;
Heavenly mercy shine on our Souls,

Death draws near, hark, Sepulchres Bell Toles:
Nature is stronger in Youth than in Age,
Grant us thy Spirit Lord Grief to assuage:

Courses of Evil brought us to this,

Sinful Pleasure, deceitful Bliss :

We ne'er shou'd have cause so much to repent,
Could we with our Callings have been but Content :
The Snares of Wine and Women fair,
First were the cause that we now Despair.

You that now view our fatal End,

Warn'd by our Case your Carriage mend;
Soon or late grim Death will come,
Who'd not prepare for a certain Doom :
Span long Life with lifeless Joys,
What's in this World but care and noise.
Youth, tho' most blest by being so,
As vast thy Joy, as great thy Woe;
Ev'ry Sin that gives Delight,

Will in the end the Soul affright:

'Tis not thy Youth, thy Wealth nor Strength, Can add to Life one Moments length.

God is as Merciful as Just,

Cleanse our Hearts, since die we must:

Sweet Temptations of worldly Joys,

Makes for our Grief, and our Peace destroys,

Think then when Man his Race has run,
Death is the Prize which he has won.

Sure there's none so absurd and odd,
To think with the Fool there is no God;
What is't we fear when Death we meet,
Where't not t' account at the Judgment-Seat:
That Providence we find each Hour,
Proves a supernatural Power;

In Mercy open thy bright Abode,
Receive our Souls tremendous God.

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