Volume 5 — AN Alphabetical TABLE OF THE SONGS and POEMS Contain’d in this BOOK.

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A

ALL Christians and Lay-Elders too,1

As I went by an Hospital,29

A Shepherd kept Sheep on a,35

As I was a walking under a Grove,37

A Councel grave our King did hold,49

A Heroe of no small Renown,56

As the Fryer he went along,58

A Bonny Lad came to the Court,88

A Pox on those Fools, who exclaim,91

Amongst the pure ones all,105

As Oyster Nan stood by her Tub,107

Ah! Cælia how can you be,111

Are you grown so Melancholy,118

As Collin went from his Sheep,122

A Wife I do hate,173

A Thousand several ways I try’d,181

A Whig that’s full,207

As Cupid roguishly one Day,217

A Young Man sick and like to die,267

At Noon in a sultry Summer’s Day,282

Ah! how lovely sweet and dear,287

Advance, advance, advance gay,288

Ah! foolish Lass, what mun I do,322

B

BOld impudent Fuller invented,5

By Moon-light on the Green,103

Bonny Peggy Ramsey that any,139

By shady Woods and purling,161

Belinda! why do you distrust,213

Born to surprize the World,250

Bring out your Coney-Skins,303

Bonny Scottish Lads that keens,326

C

COme bring us Wine in Plenty,15

Come pretty Birds present your,120

Come fill up the Bowl with,138

Cease lovely Strephon, cease to,189

Cease whining Damon to complain,202

Cælia my Heart has often rang’d,230

Corinna, if my Fate’s to love you,254

Cælia’s Charms are past expressing,257

Come Beaus, Virtuoso’s, rich Heirs,265

Cease, cease of Cupid to complain,298

Come, come ye Nymphs,300

Chloe blush’d, and frown’d, and swore,345

Cælia hence with Affectation,350

D

DID you not hear of a gallant,80

Divine Astrea hither flew,275

Draw Cupid draw, and make,306

Damon if you will believe me,327

Drunk I was last Night that’s,329

Delia tir’d Strephon with her,343

F

FAir Cælia too fondly contemns,169

Fly Damon fly, ’tis Death to stay,247

Fear not Mortal, none shall harm,248

Farewel ungrateful Traytor,335

G

GIlderoy was a bonny Boy,39

Good Neighbour why do you,73

H

HOW now Sister Betteris, why look,68

Heaven first created Woman to,135

Hears not my Phillis how,149

How happy’s the Mortal whose,179

He himself courts his own Ruin,188

How happy and free is the,193

How charming Phillis is,201

Hither turn thee, hither turn thee,211

Here lies William de Valence,220

Ho my dear Joy, now what dost,240

Here’s a Health to the Tackers,284

Here are People and Sports of,308

Hark! now the Drums beat up again,319

How often have I curs’d that sable Deceit,352

I

IAm a young Lass of Lynn,59

I am a jovial Cobler bold and,75

It was a Rich Merchant Man,77

If Sorrow the Tyrant invade,83

In the pleasant Month of May,101

It was a happy Golden Day,110

I prithee send me back my Heart,143

In Chloris all soft Charms agree,162

I lik’d, but never lov’d before,171

Iris beware when Strephon pursues,199

I am one in whom Nature has,241

In vain, in vain, the God I ask,251

In the Devil’s Country there,271

In elder Time, there was of Yore,289

Ianthia the lovely, the Joy of,301

Jockey met with Jenny fair,317

I met with the Devil in the,330

Jilting is in such a Fashion,333

Jockey loves his Moggy dearly,341

L

LET the Females attend,8

Let’s be jolly, fill our Glasses,16

Let’s sing of Stage-Coaches,20

Last Christmas ’twas my chance,25

Lately as thorough the fair,44

Let Soldiers fight for Pay and Praise,145

Long had Damon been admir’d,158

Laurinda, who did love Disdain,167

Let Ambition fire thy Mind,205

Long was the Day e’er Alexis,214

Let’s be merry, blith and jolly,337

M

MY Friend if you would understand,94

Marriage it seems is for better,272

N

NO more let Damon’s Eyes pursue,239

Nay pish, nay pish, nay pish Sir,305

No, no every Morning my,323

Now my Freedom’s regain’d,325

No, Phillis, tho’ you’ve all the Charms,338

Now to you ye dry Wooers,340

O

ONce more to these Arms my,92

One Night in my Ramble I,109

Oh! let no Eyes be dry,130

Old Lewis le Grand, he raves like,151

Of old Soldiers, the Song you,217

Of late in the Park a fair Fancy,243

Oh! how you protest and solemnly,316

P

PHilander and Sylvia, a gentle,140

Poor Jenny and I we toiled,146

Pretty Floramel, no Tongue can,160

Plague us not with idle Stories,204

Poor Mountfort is gone, and the,244

Pretty Parrot say, when I was,280

S

STate and Ambition, all Joy to,11

Stay, stay, shut the Gates,85

Slaves to London I’ll deceive you,114

Stay, ah stay, ah turn, ah whither,237

See how fair and fine she lies,252

Since Cælia only has the Art,286

Some brag of their Chloris,307

See, Sirs, see here! a Doctor rare,311

Swain thy hopeless Passion smother,344

T

THere was an old Woman liv’d,13

The Suburbs is a fine Place,27

There can be no Glad man,32

Then Jockey wou’d a wooing away,42

There was a Lass of Islington,46

There was a Lord of worthy Fame,53

There was a Jovial Tinker,62

There is a fine Doctor now come,71

There was a Knight and he,112

Think wretched Mortal, think,134

To the Wars I must alass,137

Though the Pride of my Passion fair,156

Tell me ye Sicilian Swains,175

To the Grove, gentle Love, let,182

Tell me no more of Flames in,183

Tho’ Fortune and Love may be,186

That little Patch upon your Face,197

Tho’ over all Mankind, besides my,233

There lives an Ale-draper near,259

The Caffalier was gone, and the,274

The Devil he pull’d off his Jacket,278

The Jolly, Jolly Breeze,347

The Jolly, Jolly Bowl,ib.

U

UPon a Holiday, when Nymphs,87

W

WHere gott’st thou the Haver-mill,17

When first Mardyke was made,65

When Maids live to Thirty, yet never,99

What Life can compare, with the,125

With my Strings of small Wire,128

When that young Damon bless’d,131

Would you be a Man in Fashion,154

When first I fair Celinda knew,157

When busy Fame o’er all the,164

Why am I the only Creature,165

Where would coy Amyntas run,172

When gay Philander left the Plain,177

Wealth breeds Care, Love, Hope,185

When first Amyntas charmed my,192

Why so pale and wan fond Lover,195

When I languish’d and wish’d you,209

When first I saw her charming Face,277

While the Love is thinking,283

When Jemmy first began to love,332

Y

YOU Master Colours pray,22

Ye brave Boys and Tars,115

Young Coridon and Phillis,126

Your Hay it is mow’d, and your,142

You happy Youths, whose Hearts,191

Young Ladies that live in the,262

You I love by all that’s true,336

You’ve been with dull Prologues,349