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It was in our youth when theſe ſweet banks we haunted,
And ſported together with innocent glee,
So happy we were, that no pleaſure we wanted,
No mortal more happy than Jeany and me.
Flow on ſtill thou ſweet ſtream, nor ceaſe thy running,
But by thy ſweet murmurs, tell Jeany I'm coming,
We've beat the proud en'my, who from us are running,
And ſoon I ſhall taſte of the ſweets of the Dee.
Then the lambs on the banks ſhall again be ſeen playing
The ſtreams of the fountain ſhall then run more clear,
Pray my deareſt Jeany think not I'm delaying,
I haſten with victory to my young dear.
Tell theſe pretty lambs that Jamie is coming,
Then they'll leap with joy and bleſs the good omen,
In hopes that ſoon after ſome good news are coming,
When we meet again on the banks of the Dee.
LETHE.
YE mortals, whom fancy and trouble perplex,
Whom folly miſguides and infirmities vex;
Whoſe lives hardly know what it is to be bleſt,
Who riſe without joy, and ly down without reſt,
Obey the glad ſummons, to Lethe repair,
Drink deep of the ſtream and forget all your care.
Old maids ſhall forget what they wiſh for in vain,
And young one's the rover they cannot regain;
The rake ſhall forget how laſt night he was cloy'd,
And Chloe again be with paſſion enjoy'd,
Obey the glad ſummons, to Lethe repair,
And drink an oblivion to trouble and care.
The wife, at one draught, may forget all her wants,
Or drench her fond fool, to forget her gallants;
The trouble in mind ſhall go chearful away,
And yeſterday's wretch be quite happy to day,
Obey the glad ſummons to Lethe repair,
Drink deep of the ſtream & forget all your care.
