Stilt frefher blows the midnight gale !
" All hands, reef top-fails." are the cries ! And, while the clouds the veil,
Aloft to reef the fails he flies ! In florms for rending, doom'd to roam, The ocean is the feaman's home.
��HEIGHO.
THE pleafures of May, Invited me to ftray, Where cowflips and violets blow ; When bleft with content, With the lafles I went,
But now 1 repent it heigho !
For Damon was there, So graceful an air,
With love I began foon to glow ; In vain blooms the fpring, In vain the birds ling,
But Cupid I'm wounded heigho !
I'm terribly vext, Tormented, perplext,
Aud fcarcely can tell where I go ; If Damon pafs by, How confufed am I,
He's all that I wifh for heigho !
'Twas but t'other day, While my lambs were at play,
Sometimes they a rambling will go ; He came in my view, And faid how do ye do ?
I aniwered him only heigho !
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