FAITHFUL MARY. The decks were clear'd, the gallant band, In seaman's dress, his faithful Mary. Ere Ben had time to say how fare ye? Ben's arms received the falling fair, No more for life or safety caring. SWEET GODDESS OF THE SILVER STREAM. Near where Old Thames, in ample tide, "Tween Twickenham banks is flowing, Where trim built wherries daily glide, And health's soft breeze is blowing; A lass resides, of beauty rare, Fond fancy's favourite theme, Bright beauty's queen, in shape and air, Sweet goddess of the silver stream. The boatman I, one morn, by chance, I plied and rowed her over, Unthinking gazed, and in one glance," I gazed myself her lover; My feather'd oar forgot its play, And, borne down by the stream, My boat its burthen wished to staySweet goddess of the silver stream. But beauty's not her only charms Good humour smiles so cheery, Expell'd all terror and alarm, When next she grac'd my wherry; Hope whispers love may make her mine: And mortal though I seem, The thought gives birth to bliss divine, THE LARK. Still the lark finds repose In the full waving corn, Tho' surrounded with thorn. Never robb'd of their ease, They are thoughtless and free; But no more gentle peace Shall e'er harbour with me. Still in search of delight, Or the slights of fond love. SWEET KITTY OF THE CLYDE. A boat danced on Clyde's bonny stream, When winds were rudely blowing, There sat what might the goddess seem, Of the waves beneath her flowing: But, no, a mortal fair was she, Surpassing a' beside: And youths a' peered her choice to be- I saw the boatman spread his sail, But Kitty's aye a high born fair, Nor can wi' lordly thanes compare, For hope dares flatter mine may be I LEAVE MY HEART WITH THER. How tedious will the hours appear, Though fragrant wreaths my eyes invite, In roses red, in lilies white, Thy blooming sweets are found; Nae other charms my een can cheer, Alike all seem to me, For ah, my love, my only dear, I leave my heart with thee. At my return, ah, may I find I'll bring thee pelf, that rules mankind, Ere yet I've lost my prime; The vows of truth alone can cheer, Alone give peace to me, For ah, my love, my only dear, I leave my heart wi' thee. LET AMBITION FIRE THY MIND. Let ambition fire thy mind, Thou wert born o'er men to reign, Not to follow flocks designed; Scorn the crook and leave the plain. Crowns I'll throw beneath thy feet; Which way e'er thy fancy lead. Happy thou shalt reign below. O'ER THE LAWNS. O'er the lawns, up the hills, as with ardour we bound, Led on by the loud sounding horn, Kind breezes still greet us with cheerfulness crowned, And joyful we meet the sweet morn. CHORUS. Rosy health blooms around us with natural grace, Whilst echo re-echoed enlivens the chace, Should all the gay larks as they soar to the sky, Their notes in a concert unite; The music of the hounds when set off in full cry, Would give a more tuneful delight. Rosy health, &c. 'Tis over, 'tis over, a pleasure divine, Fresh air and full exercise yield, |