AMATORY SONGS. lgot e'en hope could now deceive me? � Life itself looks dark and c01d; Oh! thou never more canst give me One dear smile like those of old. BLUE EYED MARY. C,o?z, tell me, blue-eyed stranger, Say, whither dost thou roam? O'er this wide world a ranger, Hast thou no �riends ?or home, ' They call me blue-eyed Mary, lb'hen friends and fortune smiled; But ah! how fortunes vary, I now am sorrow's child? Come here, I'll.buy thy flowers, And ease thy hapless lot, Still wet with vernal showers, I'll buy, forget me not. ' Kind sir, then take these posies, They're fading like my youth, But never, like these roses, Shall wither Mary's truth.', Look up, thou poor forsaken, 1'11 give thee house and home, And if I'm not mistaken, Thou'It never wish to roam. ' Once more I'm happy Mary, Once more has fortune smiled; Who ne'er from virtue vtry, May yet be fortuno's child.'
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