H° O! broder Teague, doft hear de decree? Dat we shall have a new deputie, Lilli burlero bullen a-la. Lero lero, lilli burlero, lero lero, bullen a-la, 5 Ho! by fhaint Tyburn, it is de Talbote : Lilli, &c. And he will cut all de English troate. Lilli, &c. Dough by my fhoul de English do praat, Lilli, &c. De law's on dare fide, and Creifh knows what. But if difpence do come from de pope, Lilli, &c, We'll bang Magna Charta, and dem in a rope. Lilli, &c. For de good Talbot is made a lord, Lilli, &c. And with brave lads is coming aboard: Lilli, &c, Who all in France have taken a fware, 10 15 20 Lilli, &c. Dat Dat dey will have no proteftant heir. Lilli, &c. 25 I Ara! but why does he ftay behind ? Lilli, &c. Ho! by my fhoul 'tis a proteftant wind. Lilli, &c. But fee de Tyrconnel is now come afhore, And we shall have commiffions gillore. And he dat will not go to de mafs, Lilli, &c. Shall be turn out, and look like an afs. 30 35 Lilli, &c. AT Now, now de hereticks all go down,ATIMI I Lilli, &c, 40 By Chrish and shaint Patrick, de nation's our own. Dare was an old prophefy found in a bog, Lilli, &c. P "Ireland fhall be rul'd by an afs, and a dog." 45 And now dis prophefy is come to país, Lilli, &c. For Talbot's de dog, and Ja**s is de asș. The foregoing Song is attributed to Lord WHAR FON in a small pamphlet intitled “A true relation of the Jeveral facts and circumftances of the intended riot and tumult on 2. Elizabeth's birth-day, &c." 3d. ed. Lond. 1712. pr. 2d. ·See p. 5. viz.- A late Viceroy [of "Ireland,] who has fo often boafted himself upon his ta"lent for mischief, invention, lying, and for making a cer"tain Lilliburlero Song; with which, if you will believe himself, he fung a deluded Prince out of Three King"doms." XXIV. THE BRAES OF YARROW, IN IMITATION OF THE ANCIENT SCOTS MANNER, C+ was written by William Hamilton of Bangour, Efq; who died March 25. 1754. aged 50. It is printed from an elegant edition of his Poems published at Edinburgh, 1760, 12mo. This fong was written in imitation of an old Scottish Ballad on a fimilar fubject, with the fame burden to each ftanza. A. 4. B USK ye, bufk ye, my bonny bonny bride, Bufk busk ye, ye, my winfome marrow, Bufk ye, bufk ye, my bonny bonny bride, And think nae mair on the Braes of Yarrow. B. Where B. Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride? A. I Weep not, weep not, my bonny bonny bride, 5 Weep not, weep not, my winfome marrow; id Nor let thy heart lament to leive Puing the bitks on the Braes of Yarrow. B. Why does fhe weep, thy bonny bonny bride? Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow? 15 A. Lang maun fhe weep, lang maun fhe, maun she weep, Lang maun fhe weep with dule and forrow; And lang maun I nae mair weil be feen Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow. 20 For he has tint her luver, luver dear, Her luver dear, the cause of forrow; And I hae flain the comlieft fwain That eir pu'd birks on the Braes of Yarrow. Why rins thy stream, O Yarrow, Yarrow, reid? 25 Why on thy braes heard the voice of forrow? And why yon melancholious weids Hung on the bonny birks of Yarrow? What's yonder floats on the rueful rueful flude?. What's yonder floats? O dule and forrow! O'tis he the comely fwain I flew Upon the duleful Braes of Yarrow. Wash, O wash his wounds, his wounds in tears, 'His wounds in tears with dule and forrow; And wrap his limbs in mourning weids, And lay him on the Braes of Yarrow. Then build, then build, ye fifters, fifters fad, His hapless fate on the Braes of Yarrow. Curfe ye, His comely breast on the Braes of Yarrow. Did I not warn thee, not to, not to luve? And warn from fight? but to my forrow Too rafhly bauld a stronger arm 30 35 40 45 Thou mett'st, and fell'st on the Braes of Yarrow. Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the |