x,
When Monarchy's no more:
My Son I'm sure, will ne'er endure,
To pay their plaguy Funds;
'Tis with reproach, they ride in Coach,
It makes me mad Ads--

For twenty Years, with Popish fears,
We have been Banter'd much;
With Liberty, and Property,
And our very good Friends the _Dutch_:
But now I hope, our Eyes are ope,
And _France_ is more Sincere;
Then _Emperor_ with all his stir,
_Or Dounders Divil myn Heir._

STRAWBERY.

[Music]

Of all the handsome Ladies,
Of whom the Town do talk;
Who do frequent the _Opera's_,
And in the Park do walk:
The many lovely Beauties,
There are who do excel;
Yet my _Strawbery_, my _Strawbery_,
Does bear away the Bell.

Some cry up Madam _Mar----_
For this thing and for that;
And some her Grace of _Sh----_
Tho' she grows something fat:
And tho' I love her _Ma----_
And all her Ladies well,
Yet my _Strawbery_, &c.

The Kit Cat and the Toasters,
Did never care a Fig;
For any other Beauty,
Besides the little WHIG:
But for all that Sir _Harry_,
That witty Knight can tell,
'Tis my _Strawbery_, &c.

The red Coats think the _Ch----ls_,
The Fairest in the Land;
Because the D. their Father,
The Ar----y does Command:
But the noble D. of _B----_
Who does all Dukes excel,
Says my _Strawbery_, &c.

Tune, _Now the Fight's done_.

Now, now the Night's come,
And the great God of Love
Lyes lurking in Shades,
His bright Arrows to prove:

He laughs at our Rest,
And he Darts at our Hearts;
And a Will that won't still,
To each Lover imparts.

He smiles when he feels
The sharp point of his Dart;
And tho' our Breast's Steel,
Yet he drives to the Heart.

Whilst we court and we play,
He makes a full pass;
And ne'er does delay,
'Till we're link'd on the Grass.

_The_ SCOTCH _Wedding: Or, Lass with the Golden Hair._

[Music]

Now _Jockey_ and _Moggy_ are ready,
To gang to the Kirk to sped;
As fine as a Laird or Lady,
For they are resolv'd to wed:
Come aw let's awa to the Wedding,
For there will be Lilting there;
_Jockey'll_ be Married to _Moggy_,
The Lass with the Golden Hair,

And for a whole Month together,
Brisk _Jockey_ a wooing went;
'Till _Moggy's_ Mother and Vather,
At last gave their Consent,
_Come aw let's_, &c.

And th