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And gie to me my bigonet,
My bishop's satin gown;
That Colin's come to town.
My stockings pearly blue;
For there's nae luck, &c.
Rise, lass, and mak a clean fire side,
Put on the muckle pot,
And Jock his Sunday coat;
Their hose as white as snaw,
For there's nae, &c.
There's twa fat hens upo' the bauk
Been fed this month and mair,
That Colin weel may fare;
Let every thing look braw,
Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,
His breath like cauler air, His very foot has music in't
As he comes up the stair!
And shall I see his face again,
And shall I hear him speak!
For there's nae, &c. [The caul blasts of the winter wind,
That thrilled though my heart,
Till death we'll never part:
It may be far awa;
For there's nae, &c.
I hae nae mair to crave-
I'm blest aboon the lave.
And shall I hear him speak !
FUNNY and free are a bachelor's revelries,
Cheerily, merrily passes his life ; Nathing knows he of connubial devilries,
Troublesome children and clamorous wife. • These lines enclosed between brackets were inserted by Dr. Beattie. VOL. III.
Free from satiety, care, and anxiety,
Charms in variety fall to his share; Bacchus's blisses and Venus's kisses,
This, boys, this is the bachelor's fare. A wife, like a canister, chattering, clattering,
Tied to a dog for his torment and dread, All bespattering, bumping, and battering,
Hurries and worries him till he is dead: Old ones are too devils haunted with blue devils,
Young ones are new devils raising despair; Doctors and nurses combining their curses,
Adieu to full purses and bachelor's fare. Through such folly days once sweet holidays
Soon are imbitter'd with wrangling and strife; Wives turn jolly days to melancholy days,
All perplexing and vexing one's life; Children are riotous, maid-servants fly at us,
Mammy to quiet us growls like a bear; Polly is squalling and Molly is bawling,
While dad is recalling his bachelor's fare. When they are older grown, then they are bolder
grown, Turning your temper, and spurning your rule; Girls through foolishness, passion, or mulishness,
Parry your wishes, and marry a fool. Boys will anticipate, lavish, and dissipate
All that your busy pate hoarded with care ; Then tell me what jollity, fun, and frivolity Equals in quality bachelor's fare.
TIME AND LOVE. TIME and Love are ever foes,
Following still a different aim; Where the rosy tyrant glows
Steals old Time and damps the flame,
Oft inflicts as rage inspires,
Joys to wake the rebel fires.
Equal still their triumphs prove,
• Sang in the coinedy of Fashionable Friends.
Summer. The soote season that bud and bloom forth brings
With green hath clad the bill and eke the vale: The nightingall with fethers new she sings;
The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come: for every spray now springs.
The bart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake bis winter coat he flings;
The fishes fleete with new-repayred scale; The adder all her slough away she flinges;
The swift swallów pursueth the flies smálle ; The busy bee her honey how she minges !
Winter is worne that was the floures bale. And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays; and yet my sorrow springs.
EARL OF SURREY.
New yeare, forth looking out of Ianus gate,