The musical miscellany : being a collection of choice songs, set to the violin and flute, by the most eminent masters . he darteth from her Eye* Kind SONGS. Kind amrous Cupids, while With tuneful Voice fhe fings,Perfume her Breath, and fmile, And wave their balmy Wings:But as the tender Blufhes rife, Soft Innocence doth warm;The Soul in blifsful Ecftafies Diflblveth in the Charm. For the Flute. it4 SONGS. The DECEIVER. With tuneful Pipe, and merry Glee, Young M ^—f*r ~# foothing Tale did foon prevail To gain my fond Belief But now the Swain roves oer the Plain, And leaves me full, and leaves m
The musical miscellany : being a collection of choice songs, set to the violin and flute, by the most eminent masters . he darteth from her Eye* Kind SONGS. Kind amrous Cupids, while With tuneful Voice fhe fings,Perfume her Breath, and fmile, And wave their balmy Wings:But as the tender Blufhes rife, Soft Innocence doth warm;The Soul in blifsful Ecftafies Diflblveth in the Charm. For the Flute. it4 SONGS. The DECEIVER. With tuneful Pipe, and merry Glee, Young M ^—f*r ~# foothing Tale did foon prevail To gain my fond Belief But now the Swain roves oer the Plain, And leaves me full, and leaves me full, and leaves me full of Grief. Young SONGS. Young Jemmy courts with artful Song, But few regard his Moan;The Lafles about Jockey throng, And Jemmys left Aberdeen fure neer was feen A Loon that gave fuch Pain;He daily wooes, and (till purfues, Till he does all obtain. But foon as he hath gaind the Bills, Away the Loon does run,And hardly will afford a Kifs To filly me Molly, Moggy, Dolly, Avoid my roving Swain;His wily Tongue, befure, you fhun, Left you like me complain. For the n6 SONGS. ROSALINDA Mr. BAKER. To the Tune of Grim King of the Ghofts. On the Bank of a River fo deep, Whofc I ifiinuliijlUHiiii Waters glide filently on, Sad Rofalind fat down to {weep, For Damon her Lover was gone: Thefaireft and faithfulleft She, Of all that trippd 1 1 over the Plains; But, a—las! the moft fickle was J i J i r i lift, 1 He, Among all the Shepherds and Swains. Down SONGS u Down each Cheek ran her Tears in a Stream: All his Vows are forgotten! fhe cries;Regarded no more than a Dream, Tho for Him his fond Shepherdefs dies:Hes gone, the falfe Creature is gone, To deceive fome frefli Nymph othe Plain,Whofe Fate will, like mine, be to moan The Lofs of a perjured Swain. Beware, you bright Maidens! beware, If my treacherous Shepherd you meet;For, alas! hes bewitchingly fair; When he fpeaks, theres no Mufick fo fwect:As the Spring he is bloo
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