d:
_Come fill up the Bowl_, &c.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

Bonny _Peggy Ramsey_ that any Man may see,
And bonny was her Face, with a fair freckel'd Eye,
Neat is her Body made, and she hath good Skill,
And square is her Wethergig made like a Mill:
_With a hey trolodel, hey trolodel, hey trolodel lill,_
_Bonny_ Peggy Ramsey _she gives weel her Mill._

_Peggy_ to the Mill is gone to grind a Bowl of Mault,
The Mill it wanted Water, and was not that a fault;
Up she pull'd her Petticoats and piss'd into the Dam,
For six Days and seven Nights she made the Mill to gang;
_With a hey_, &c.

Some call her _Peggy_, and some call her _Jean_,
But some calls her Midsummer, but they all are mista'en;
For _Peggy_ is a bonny Lass, and grinds well her Mill,
For she will be Occupied when others they lay still:
_With a hey_, &c.

_Peg_, thee and Ise grin a poke, and we to War will leanes,
Ise lay thee flat upon thy Back and then lay to the steanes;
Ise make hopper titter totter, haud the Mouth as still,
When twa sit, and eane stand, merrily grind the Mill:
_With a hey_, &c.

Up goes the Clap, and in goes the Corn,
Betwixt twa rough steans _Peggy_ not to learn;
With a Dam full of Water that she holdeth still,
To pour upon the Clap for burning of the Mill:
_With a hey_, &c.

Up she pull'd the Dam sure and let the Water in,
The Wheel went about, and the Mill began to grind:
The spindle it was hardy, and the steanes were they well pickt,
And the Meal fell in the Mill Trough, and ye may all come lick:
_With a hey trolodel, hey trolodel, hey trolodel lill,_
_Bonny_ Peggy Ramsey _she gives weel her Mill._

_A_ SONG.

_Writ by the Famous Mr._ NAT. LEE.

_Philander_ and _Sylvia_, a gentle soft Pair,
Whose business was loving, and kissing their Care;
In a sweet smelling Grove went smiling along,
'Till the Youth gave a vent to his Heart with his Tongue:
Ah _Sylvia_! said he, (and sigh'd when he spoke)
Your cruel resolves will you never revoke?
No never, she said, how never, he cry'd,
'Tis the Damn'd that shall only that Sentence abide.

She turn'd her about to look all around,
Then blush'd, and her pretty Eyes cast on the Ground;
She kiss'd his warm Cheeks, then play'd with his Neck,
And urg'd that his Reason his Passion would check:
Ah _Philander_! she said, 'tis a dangerous Bliss,
Ah! never ask more and I'll give thee a Kiss;
How never? he cry'd, then shiver'd all o'er,
No never, she said, then t