For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind?With a fa, la, la, la, la. Let wind and weather do its worst, Be you to us but kind; Let Dutchmen vapor, Spaniards curse, No sorrow we shall find: 'Tis then no matter how things go, Or who's our friend, or who's our foe- To pass our tedious hours away But now our fears tempestuous grow Perhaps permit some happier man When any mournful tune you hear, That dies in every note As if it sighed with each man's care For being so remote, Think then how often love we've made To you, when all those tunes were played— With a fa, la, la, la, la. In justice you cannot refuse To think of our distress, Black-Eyed Susan All those designs are but to prove Ourselves more worthy of With a fa, la, la, la, la. your love And now we've told you all our loves, In hopes this declaration moves Let's hear of no inconstancy We have too much of that at sea With a fa, la, la, la, la. 917 Charles Sackville [1638-1706] SONG IN vain you tell your parting lover, You wish fair winds may waft him over. That bear me far from what I love? Alas! what dangers on the main Be gentle, and in pity choose Matthew Prior [1664-1721] BLACK-EYED SUSAN ALL in the Downs the fleet was moored, William, who high upon the yard Rocked with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard He sighed, and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast "O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be "Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, "If to far India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view "Though battle call me from thy arms Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye." Irish Molly O The boatswain gave the dreadful word, They kissed, she sighed, he hung his head. 919 John Gay [1685-1732] IRISH MOLLY O On! who is that poor foreigner that lately came to town, She's modest, mild, and beautiful, the fairest I have known The primrose of Ireland—all blooming here alone— The only one entices me is Irish Molly O! When Molly's father heard of it, a solemn oath he swore, MacDonald heard the heavy news, and grievously did say— "Farewell, my lovely Molly, since I'm banished far away, forlorn pilgrim I must wander to and fro, And all for the sake of my Irish Molly O! A poor "There is a rose in Ireland, I thought it would be mine: But now that she is lost to me, I must for ever pine, Till death shall come to comfort me, for to the grave I'll go, And all for the sake of my Irish Molly O! “And now that I am dying, this one request I crave, 66 6 Unknown SONG AT setting day and rising morn, Where first thou kindly tauld me To a' our haunts I will repair, By greenwood, shaw, or fountain, Allan Ramsay [1686-1758] LOCHABER NO MORE FAREWELL to Lochaber, an' farewell my Jean, Though hurricanes rise, an' rise every wind, They'll ne'er mak' a tempest like that in my mind; Though loudest o' thunders on louder waves roar, That's naething like leaving my love on the shore. To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pained; By ease that's inglorious no fame can be gained; |