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Short Title Wood Lark, 1765 
Title Wood-Lark, The 
Pages 194 
Publisher Bradford, William 
Location AoA 
Date 1765 
Place Philadelphia 
Data Place AoA: SM41600 
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Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore  I.1-I.2 
Come, chear up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer  I.2-I.3 
Britannia, Queen of Ocean, rise  I.3 
If those who live in shepherd's bower  I.4 
Shepherd's plain life, The  I.4-I.5 
As Colin rang'd early one morning in spring  I.5-I.6 
Resolv'd, as her poet, of Celia to sing  I.6-I.7   
What tho' his guilt my heart hath torn  I.7   
Away with soft sighs, for our danger alarms  I.8   
Ye fair who' shine thro' Britain's isle  I.9   
I seek my shepherd gone astray  I.10-I.11   
Cits of every occupation  I.11 
Come, fill the glass to the brink  I.12 
Let heroes, both by land and sea  I.12 
In June's fragrant month, where the silver Thames flows  I.13-I.14 
Fair Kitty beautiful and young  I.14-I.15 
When I enter'd my teens, and threw playthings aside  I.15-I.16 
I seek my shepherd gone astray  I.16-I.17 
Ye fair possess'd of every charm  I.17-I.18 
Hail Masonry, thou Craft divine  I.18-I.19 
While beaus to please the ladies whine  I.20-I.21 
Oh rare roast beef! lov'd by all mankind  I.21-I.22 
Ah, sacre Dieu! Vat do I see yonder  I.22 
Sweet beef, that now causes my stomach to rise  I.23 
How hard, Oh! Sawney, is thy lot  I.23 
As once on a time a young frog, pert and vain  I.24 
How few like you, would dare advise  I.25 
Fairest daughter of the day  I.25-I.26 
At night by moon light on the plain  I.26-I.27 
Sure a lass in her bloom at the age of nineteen  I.27-I.28 
Young Collin fishing near the mill  I.28-I.29 
When snow descends, and robe the fields  I.30 
No more the festive train I'll join  I.30-I.31 
Come Roger, and listen to where I've been  I.31 
First you must know  I.32 
Then they carried me  I.32 
To Guild-hall next we did repair  I.32 
And then to the tower away we all sroll'd  I.32-I.33 
Back to Westminster Abby we stray'd  I.33 
At play-house too I did admire  I.33 
But now the time, alas! was come  I.33 
Palaemon lov'd Pastora  I.34 
Pho! pox o' this nonsense, I prithee give o'er [sic]  I.35 
Amanda's fair, by all confess'd  I.36 
From the East breaks the morn  I.36-I.38 
When gentle Harriot first I saw  I.38-I.39 
One morning young Roger accosted me thus  I.39-I.40 
Attend ye nymphs, while I impart  I.40-I.41 
If wine and music have the pow'r  I.41 
Why will Delia thus retire  I.42-I.43 
Hark! the birds begin their lay  I.43-I.44 
What sadness reigns over the plain  I.44-I.45 
Come, my Laura, heav'nly maid  I.45-I.46 
Tho' Austria and Russia, France, Flanders and Prussia  I.46-I.48 
In Chloris all soft charms agree  I.48-I.49 
Fanny fairer than a flower  I.49 
Dearest Daphne, turn thine eyes  I.49-I.51 
Of wars let other rhymers talk  I.51-I.52 
Behold where Britannia points joyful her lance  I.52-I.54  12 
Long time my heart had rov'd  I.54-I.55 
I search'd the fields of ev'ry kind  I.55-I.56 
Long at thy altar, god of love  I.56 
When lovely Chloe's gentle touch  I.57 
How easy was Colin, how blithe and how gay!  I.57-I.58 
Fly hence, grim melancholy's train  I.59-I.60 
Come give your attention to what I unfold  I.60-I.61 
Heroes preparing to finish the war, The  I.62 
Ah! whence this impotence of mind  I.62-I.63 
Myrtilla, demanding the aid of my pen  I.63-I.64 
Youth, if I wou'd, I cou'd tell you his name, A  I.64-I.65 
Let the nymph still avoid, and be deaf to the swain  I.65 
Let others Damon's praise rehearse  I.66 
Leave, neighbours your work, and to sport and to play  I.67-I.68 
More bright the sun began to dawn  I.68-I.69 
That Jenny's my friend, my delight, and my pride  I.69-I.70 
Since we went out a maying, too late can I find  I.70-I.71 
Dear Phillis, sweet girl, be now kind to my pain  I.71-I.72 
From the man whom I love, tho' my heart I disguise  I.72-I.73 
Alexis, a pretty young swain  I.73 
As Chloe sat shelter'd and breath'd the cool air  I.74 
Shall I, wasting in despair  I.75 
Young Damon, am'rous and sincere  I.76 
Delia, Delia, leave the shade  I.76-I.77 
Her hair a net of beams would prove  I.77-I.78 
Ye true honest Britons, who love your own land  I.79 
I us'd, I remember it well  I.80--I.81 
With ev'ry sweet hope the fair can impart  I.81 
As Jamie gay, gang'd blithe his way  I.82-I.83 
Come. live with me, and be my love  I.83 
Says Damon to Phillis, suppose my fond eyes  I.84 
My Kitty cries, was Damon wise  I.84-I.85 
Oh what joy does conquest yield  I.85-I.86 
On a primrose bank by a murmuring stream  I.86-I.87 
Who'll buy a heart, Myrtilla cries  I.87 
When fairies dance round on the grass  I.88-I.89 
Come Roger and Nell, come Simkin and Bell  I.89 
Of all the girls in our town  I.90-I.91 
Ye woods and ye mountains unknown  I.91 
From those eternal regions bright  I.91-I.92 
While others strip the new fall'n snows  I.92-I.93 
Ye warblers, while Strephon I mourn  I.93-I.94 
Sweet Susan my dearest, while thus thou art coy  I.94-I.95 
Youth, adorn'd with every art, A  I.96   
Would you, with her you love be blest  I.96   
We've fought, we have conquer'd, and England once more  I.97-I.98 
O Sylvia, while you drive your cart  I.98-I.99 
When Phoebus, the tops of the hills does adorn  I.99-I.100 
When the rose is in bud, and blue vi'lets blow  I.100-I.101 
Ask if yon damask rose is sweet  I.101 
How blithe was I each morn to see  I.101-I.102 
Sure Sally is the loveliest lass  I.103-I.104 
Assist me ev'ry tuneful bard  I.104-I.105 
Alexis, a shepherd young, constant and kind  I.105-I.106 
As t' other day o'er the green meadow I past  I.106-I.107 
Dawn of hope my soul revives, A  I.107 
By Mason's art th' aspiring dome  I-107-I.108 
How blest has my time been! What days have I known  I.108-I.109 
Oh! how could I venture to love one like thee  I.109-I.111 
So sweet was young Damon, so gentle his look  I.111 
Since Jenny thinks it mean her love to deny  I.112-I.113 
Come, come, my dear nymph, now all nature looks gay  I.113-I.114 
When I liv'd in my grandmother's cot  I.114-I.115 
On ev'ry hill, in ev'ry grove  I.115-I.116 
Dear Sylvia no longer my passion despise  I.116-I.118 
Young Strephon a shepherd, the pride of the plain  I.118-I.119 
O keep my gentle Jesse  I.119 
Who has e'er been at Baldock, must needs know the mill  I.119-I.120 
Spring returns, the fawn advances  I.120-I.121 
Sure time and love are both asleep  I.121-I.122 
Well, if I continue but in the same mind  I.122-I.123 
On, on, my dear brethren  I.123-I.124 
Oh! Phillis, shame on you, to serve a swain so  I.125-I.126 
Near the side of a pond, at the foot of a hill  I.126-I.127 
Oh! would'st thou know what sacred charms  I.127-I.128 
Once more I'll tune the vocal shell  I.128-I.130 
Spring renewing, all things gay  I.130-I.131 
Come all you young lovers who wan with despair  I.131-I.132 
Vouchsafe, O power, thy healing aid  I.132-I.133 
Cast, my love, thine eyes around  I.133-I.134 
Sun was sleeping in the main, The  I.134-I.135 
Tell not me the joys that wait  I.135-I.136 
Let rakes for pleasures range the town  I.136-I.138 
Come listen a-while and I'll tickle your ears  I.138-I.139  10 
When here, Lucinda first we came  I.140 
Morning is charming, all nature is gay, The  I.140-I.142 
Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now  I.142 
Of good English beer our songs we'll raise  I.142-I.144 
Wherever I am going, and all the day long  I.144-I.145 
Streams that glides in murmurs by, The [sic]  I.145-I.147 
Go, rose, my Chloe's bosom grace  I.147 
Blithest bird that sings in May, The  I.148-I.149 
Why heaves my fond bosom, ah! what can it mean?  I.149 
Come, Rosalind, oh come and see  I.149-I.150 
Behold the sweet flowers around  I.150-I.151 
Morning fresh, the sun in East, The  I.151-I.152 
Stern winter has left us, the trees are in bloom  I.152-I.154 
When Britain first at Heaven's command  I.154-I.155 
Since Jockey he courted sweet Moggy so fair  [I.156-I.157] 
How blithe was I each morn to see  I.158   
As Chloe came into the room t' other day  I.159 
Would you taste the noon tide air  I.159-I.160 
Wanton God who pierces hearts, The  I.160-I.161 
Love, thou bane of soft content  I.161   
Preach not to me your musty rules  I.161   
By the gayly circling glass  I.162   
Now Phoebus sinketh in the west  I.162   
New flown birds, the shepherds sing, The  I.163   
Blithe Colin a pretty young swain  I.164   
See! from the silent grove Alexis flies  I.165   
Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The  I.165   
At the wake t' other even young Colin I met  I.166   
God save great George our King  I.167   
Tell me, lovely shepherd, where  I.168   
When I was a young one, what girl was like me  I.168   
On his face the vernal rose  I.169   
Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design  I.170   
Fair Sally lov'd a bonny seaman  I.171   
My fond shepherds of late were so blest  I.172   
Were I as poor as wretch can be  I.172   
  I.173   
  I.174   
For Florimel so fair of late  I.175   
Life's a garden rich in treasure  I.175   
Ladies look gay, when of beauty they boast, The  I.176   
Nymphs and shepherds come away  I.177   
That May day of life is for pleasure  I.177   
Can the weak taper's feeble rays  I.178   
Decrepit winter lip'd away [sic]  I.179   
Arise sweet messenger of morn  I.180   
All you that would wish to succeed with a lass  I.180-I.181   
Tuneful lark, who from her nest, The  I.181 
Born with the vices of my kind  I.181-I.182 
Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The  I.182-I.183 
From plowing the ocean and thrashing Mounseer  I.183-I.184 
When absent from the maid I love  I.185   
Says Plato, why should man be vain  I.186-I.187   
Oh! woud'st thou know what secret charm  I.187 
Auspicious spirits, guard my love  I.187-I.188 
I write to true Britons, I mean not the men  I.188-I.189 
Let the tempest of war  I.189 
Let fops pretend in flames to melt  I.190 
Tell me, Amintor, gentle swain  II.1-II.2 
I have rambl'd, I own it, whole years up and down  II.2-II.3 
Lark's shrill note awakes the morn, The  II.3 
Hark the loud drum!  II.3-II.4 
Now the snow-drops lift their heads  II.4-II.5 
Night, to lovers joys a friend  II.5-II.6 
When last we parted on the plain  II.6-II.7 
See Royal Edward land  II.8 
Britannia no longer, o'er injuries dreams  II.8-II-9 
French are a coming, as news-writers say, The  II.9-II.10 
Flame of love sincere I felt, The  II.11 
Haste, haste, ev'ry nymph, and each swain to the grove  II.12-II.13 
As Thyrsis reclin'd by her side he lov'd best  II.13-II.14 
Come thou rosy dimpl'd boy  II.14-II.15 
What, is he gone! and can it be  II.15-II.16 
From his close covert rous'd, the stag swiftly flies  II.16 
Genius of Albion! wake your Queen  II.17 
My mother cries, Betty be shy  II.18 
Let the philosophick wise  II.19 
Bring Phoebus from Parnassian bow'rs  II.20 
Beneath this grove, this silent shade  II.21 
Eye that beams with lambent light, The [sic]  II.22 
Hence painful pleasure, pleasing pain  II.23 
Oh! Damon, believe not your Jenny untrue  II.24 
Where's my swain, so blythe and clever  II.24-II.25 
Come, Chloe, and give me sweet kisses  II.26 
One midsummer morning when nature look'd gay  II.27 
As t'other day milking I sat in the vale  II.28-II.29 
Young Daphne made Damon a dupe to her pride  II.29-II.30 
I met in our village a swain t' other day  II.30-II.31 
When April day began to rise  II.31 
Haste away, haste away, my only dear  II.32 
He that a cuckold is, let it not grieve him  II.33-II.34 
Breed came forth frae the barn, The  II.34-II.36 
Young Molly who lives at the foot of the hill  II.36-II.37 
There lived a man in Ballenecrazy  II.37   
I told my nymph, I told her true  II.38 
As I went o'er the meadows, no matter the day  II.38-II.39 
Moon shone forth serenely bright, The  II.39-II.40 
All attendants apart  II.40-II.41 
When tutor'd under mamma's care  II.41-II.42 
Stint me not in love or wine  II.42-II.43 
Bright Sol, at length, by Thyrsis woo'd  II.43-II.44 
Long, long I despair'd a young shepherd to find  II.44 
Tell me, lasses, have you seen  II.45-II.46 
Young Jockey, who teas'd me a twelve-month, or more  II.46-II.47 
When first I saw my Delia's face  II.47 
As on Tay's banks I wander'd in search of my fair  II.48 
Young Thyrsis, ye shepherds, is gone  II.49 
Dearest Kitty! kind and fair!  II.49-II.50 
Sun in virgin lustre shone, The  II.50-II.52  10 
How little do the landmen know  II.52 
Give me but a wife; I expect not to find  II.53 
Come, come, my good shepherds, our flocks we must shear  II.53-II.54 
Why will you my passion reprove  II.54-II.55 
To take in good part the squeeze of the hand  II.55-II.56 
Soft pleasing pains, unknown before  II.56-II.57 
Confin'd to the house till the age of fifteen  II.57-II.58 
Young Daphne was the prettiest maid  II.58-II.59 
'Tis a twelvemonth ago, nay, perhaps they are twain  II.59-II.60 
Too long a giddy wand'ring youth  II.60-II.61 
Yes, Damon, yes, I can approve  II.61-II.62 
Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things  II.63-II.64 
Had I, ye swains, the happy pow'r  II.64-II.65 
Blithe Collin's blest art  II.65-II.66 
Wicked wits, as fancy hits, The  II.66-II.68 
I am a young virgin, that oft have been told  II.68-II.69 
Young Collin sought my heart to gain  II.69-II.70 
Young Collin protests I'm his joy and delight [sic]  II.70-II.71 
No shepherd was like Strephon gay  II.71-II.73 
When the nymphs were contending for beauty and fame  II.73 
Well met, dearest Phoebe: ah! why in such haste?  II.74-II.75 
Fool that is wealthy is sure of a bride, The  II.75 
All on the pleasant banks of Tweed  II.76-II.77 
Since wedlock's in vogue, and stale virgins despis'd  II.77-II.78 
In all the sex some charms I find  II.78-II.79 
When Jockey was blest with your love and your truth  II.79-II.80 
Haste, haste, Phillis, haste, 'tis the first of the May!  II.81-II.82 
I'll sing of my lover all night and all day  II.82-II.83 
Assist me, all ye tuneful nine  II.84-II.85 
Ye chearful virgins, have ye seen  II.85-II.86 
Ye nymphs, who to the throne of love  II.86-II.87 
Ev'ry nymph and shepherd, bring  II.87-II.88 
By the dew-besprinkled rose  II.88-II.89 
While blossoms deck each verdant spray  II.89-II.90 
Well met, pretty Nymph, says a jolly young swain  II.90-II.91 
Cease, Cupid, cease thy fond alarms  II.91-II.92 
Where the jessamine sweetens the bow'r  II.92-II.94 
Tom loves Mary passing well  II.94-II.95 
Forgive, ye fair, nor take it wrong  II.95-II.96 
I seek not at once in a female to find  II.96-II.97 
Push about the brisk bowl  II.97-II.98 
When first by fond Damon Flavella was seen  II.98-II.99 
Did you see e'er a shepherd, ye nymphs, pass this way  II.99-II-101 
You tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true  II.101 
You say at your feet that I wept in despair  II.102 
Vain is ev'ry fond endeavour  II.102 
Three goddesses standing together  II.103-II.105  13 
Farewell, my Pastora, no longer your swain  II.105 
Declare, my pretty maid  II.106 
Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The  II.106-II.108  10 
Ye medley of mortals, that make up this throng  II.108-II.110  11 
Tho' Chloe's out of fashion  II.110-II.111 
As blith as the linnet sings in the green wood  II.111-II-112 
When daisies py'd. and vi'lets blue  II.112 
How pleasant a sailor's life passes  II.113-II.114 
If love's a sweet passion how can it torment?  II.114 
My banks are all furnish'd with bees  II.115-II.117 
From sweet bewitching tricks of love  II.117-II.118 
Long, since, unto her native sky  II.118-II.120 
Thou traitor, who with the fair sex hast made war  II.122  10 
What med'cine can soften the bosom's keen smart?  II.122 
My fair, ye swains, is gone astray  II.123-II.124  10 
What beauteous scenes enchant my sight  II.124-II.125 
While Phillis is drinking, love and wine in alliance  II.125 
How happy a state does the miller possess  II.126 
Hark Daphne, from the hawthorn bush  II.127-II.128 
Love's a gentle, gen'rous passion  II.128 
Lawland lads think they are fine, The  II.128-II.129 
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd  II.130-II.131 
Happy the man whose wish and care  II.131-II.132 
Hounds are all out, and the morning does peep, The  II.132 
Ye mortals, whom fancies and troubles perplex  II.133 
'Twas when the seas were roaring  II.133-II.135 
When Damon first my eyes beheld  II.135-II.136 
Young Collin sought my heart to win  II.136-II.137 
Two ears at a time are too many for use  II.137-II.138 
By a prattling stream, on a midsummer's eve  II.138-II.139 
All you that would refine your blood  II.139-II.141 
Fair is the swan, the ermine white  II.141-II.142 
On the Tay's verdant banks a fair maid lay reclin'd  II.142-II.143 
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food  II.143-II.144 
In a small pleasant village, by nature compleat  II.144-II.145   
Blow, blow the winter's wind  II.145   
At sitting day and rising morn [sic]  II.146   
Fame's an echo, prattling double  II.147 
Live and love, enjoy the fair  II.147-II.148 
Come, come, bid adieu to fear  II.148   
Nor on beds of fading flow'rs  II.148 
Now lighter and gayer, ye tinkling strings sound  II.149 
By the rushy fringed bank  II.149 
Sylvia, wilt thou waste thy prime  II.150 
Young Roger of the mill, one morning very soon  II.151   
Let anbition fire the mind  II.152   
Dear Chloe, whilst thus beyond measure  II.153-II.154 
O Mary! soft in feature  II.154-II.156 
Defend my heart, ye virgin pow'rs  II.156 
Gay Damon long studied my heart to obtain  II.157 
Say, lovely peace, that grac'd our isle  II.158 
Gentle love, to paint my lover  II.159-II.160 
If from the lustre of the sun  II.160 
Dear madam, old Homer, an honest blind bard  II.161-II.162 
Come all ye young spirits of lively address  II.162   
Come hither, come hither, ye languishing swains  II.163   
When Fanny, blooming fair  II.164   
Hark! Away; 'tis the merry ton'd horn  II.165   
Ye shepherds, so chearful and gay  II.166-II.167 
Sick of the town at once I flew  II.168 
Busy, curious, thirsty fly  II.169 
Can love be controul'd by advice?  II.169-II-170 
Who, to win a woman's favour  II.170 
Let me wander not unseen  II.170-II.171 
Diogenes, surly and proud  II.171-II.174  13 
Dear Chloe, attend  II.174-II.175 
Lass that would know how to manage a man, The  II.175-II.176 
Sweet rosy morn, The  II.176-II.177 
Would you obtain the gentle air  II.177-II.178 
As May in all her youthful dress  II.178 
When you for me alone had charms  II.179-II.180 
With Phoebus I often arose  II.180 
Stella and Flavia, ev'ry hour  II.181 
Musick has pow'r to melt the soul  II.181-II.182 
O true content! secure from harms  II.182-II.183 
With swords on their thighs the bold yeomen are seen  II.183-II.184 
When all the Attic Fire was fled  II.184-II.185 
In notes sublime my daring muse  II.185 
Come here, fellow servants, and listen to me  II.186-II.187 
Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A  II.187-II.188 
Rouse, Britons, rouse and face the foe  II.188-II.189 
Pretty, little, modest fair  II.189-II-190 
Now the happy knot is ty'd  II.190-II.191 
Lass of the West was witty and free, The  II.191-II.192 
In story we're told, how our monarchs of old  II.193-II.194 
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