Ceafe, Calia, ceafe; restrain thy flowing tears, He's dead. Oh lay him gently in the ground! SONGS SONGS AND BALLADS. SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, The ftreamers waving in the wind, When black-ey'd Susan came aboard. William, who high upon the yard So the fweet lark, high-pois'd in air, The nobleft Captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet. VOL. I. S O Sufan, O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear, My vows fhall ever true remain ; Let me kifs off that falling tear; We only part to meet again.. Change, as ye lift, ye winds; my heart shall be Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind, Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, If to fair India's coaft we fail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thus every beauteous object that I view, my foul fome charm of lovely Sue. Love turns afide the balls that round me fly, The fails their fwelling bofor spread; No longer must she stay aboard: They kifs'd, fhe figh'd, he hung his head. Her leffening boat unwilling rows to land : Adieu! fhe cries; and wav'd her lily hand. A BAL A BALLAD, 2 FROM THE WHAT-D'YE-CALL-IT. WAS when the feas were roaring 'Tw With hollow blafts of wind; A damfel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd. Wide o'er the foaming billows She caft a wifful look; Her head was crown'd with willows, Twelve months are gone and over, The merchant, robb'd of pleasure, To lofing of my dear? Should you fome coaft be laid on, But none that loves you so. How That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep. All melancholy lying, Thus wail'd fhe for her dear; Repay'd each blast with fighing, She bow'd her head, and dy'd. THE LADY'S LAMENTATION. A BALLA D. PHYLLIDA, that lov'd to dream In the grove, or by the stream; What, alas! should fill her head, Water and a willow? Love in cities never dwells, Which fweet woodbine covers. 2. What |