And fiker in a grave fae deep,
I laid the dear-lued boy,
And now for evir maun I weep,
My winfome Gilderoy.
WAY; let nought to love displeasing,
My Winifreda, move your care;
Let nought delay the heavenly bleffing,
Nor fqueamish pride, nor gloomy fear.
What tho' no grants of royal donors
With pompous titles grace our blood:
We'll fhine in more fubftantial honors,
And to be noble we'll be good.
Our name, while virtue thus we tender,
Will fweetly found where-e'er 'tis spoke:
And all the great ones, they fhall wonder
How they respect fuch little folk.
What though from fortune's lavish bounty
No mighty treasures we poffefs,
We'll find within our pittance plenty,
And be content without excefs..
Still fhall each returning season
Sufficient for our wishes give;
For we will live a life of reason,
And that's the only life to live.
Through youth and age in love excelling,
We'll hand in hand together tread;
Sweet-fmiling peace fhall crown our dwelling,
And babes, fweet-fmiling babes, our bed.
How fhould I love the pretty creatures,
While round my knees they fondly clung;
To fee them look their mother's features,
To hear them lifp their mother's tongue.
And, when with envy time transported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go a wooing with my boys.
OME liften to my mournful tale,
Ye tender hearts, and lovers dear;
Nor will you fcorn to heave a figh,
Nor will you blush to shed a tear.
And thou, dear Kitty, peerless maid,
Do thou a penfive ear incline;
For thou canft weep at every woe,
And pity every plaint, but mine.
Young Dawson was a gallant youth,
A brighter never trod the plain :
And well he lov'd one charming maid,
And dearly was he lov'd again.
One tender maid fhe lov'd him dear,
Of gentle blood the damfel came,
And faultlefs was her beauteous form,
And spotlefs was her virgin fame.
But curfe on party's hateful ftrife,
That led the faithful youth aftray,
The day the rebel clans appear'd;
O had he never feen that day!
Their colours and their fafh he wore,
And in the fatal drefs was found;
And now he must that death endure,
Which gives the brave the keenest wound.
How pale was then his true love's cheek,
When Jemmy's fentence reach'd her ear?
For never yet did Alpine fnows
So pale, nor yet so chill appear.
With faltering voice fhe weeping faid,
Oh Dawfon, monarch of my heart,
Think not thy death fhall end our loves,
For thou and I will never part.
Yet might fweet mercy find a place,
And bring relief to Jemmy's woes,
O GEORGE, without a prayer for thee
My orifons fhould never close.
The gracious prince that gives him life
Would crown a never-dying flame,
And every tender babe I bore
Should learn to lifp the giver's name.
But though, dear youth, thou fhouldfl be dragg'd
To yonder ignominious tree,
Thou shalt not want a faithful friend
To fhare thy bitter fate with thee.
O then her mourning coach was call'd,
The fledge mov'd flowly on before;
Tho' borne in a triumphal car,
She had not lov'd her favourite more.
She followed him, prepared to view
The terrible behefts of law;
And the laft fcene of Jemmy's woes
With calm and ftedfaft eye fhe faw.
Difforted was that blooming face,
Which fhe had fondly lov'd fo long:
And flifled was that tuneful breath,
Which in her praife had fweetly fung:
And fever'd was that beauteous neck,
Round which her arms had fondly clos'd
And mangled was that beauteous breast,
On which her love-fick head repos'd;
And ravifh'd was that conflant heart,
She did to every heart prefer;
For tho' it could his king forget,
'Twas true and loyal fill to her.
Amid thofe unrelenting flames
She bore this conflant heart to fee; But when 'twas moulder'd into duft,
et, yet, fhe cried, I'll follow thee.
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