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'TVas in the dead of nkht, -
The mcwent Aurora peep'd into my rcom, b2
- T\\ as in the good mip Rover, - 96
There was once- it was ftid, - 97
The pleasures of May, - 10z
The bufy creu their fails unbending, - 107
This world is fure a pack of cards, - 113
'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town, 1 7?
To Bachelor's hall we good fellows invite, 1 z2
When Britain firft at heaven's comrrand, 1
When Bibo thought fit from this world to retreat, 22
When trees did bud, and fields were green, 37
Water parted from the fea, -* 41
When the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be feen, 42
When up the fhrouds the failor goes, 66
\V hen the Iheep are in the iauld, - 69
When the anchor's weigh'd, H 04-
When fii.ft 1 dipt my leading firings, - KO
Whilft happy in n)y native land, - 12Z
When m) n;oney was gone, - Izl
Ye Warwickiliire lads and ye lafles 17 Ye ij onin en ciiaw near, aiune fportfwomen too, 55
You fay njy dear ^irl, that you're given to roam, 74-
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