ther Stroke,
Before you take your Farewel;
With a thump thump thump, _&c._
And you may drink a Barrel.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ JOHN ABELL.

I'll press, I'll bless thee Charming fair,
Thou Darling of my Heart;
I'll press, I'll bless thee Charming fair,
Thou darling of my Heart:
I'll clasp, I'll grasp thee close my Dear,
And Doat on every Part.

I'll clasp, I'll grasp thee close my Dear,
And Doat on every Part!
I'll bless thee now thou Darling,
Thou Darling of my Heart;
I'll bless thee now, _&c._

With fond excess of Pleasure,
I'll make the Panting cry, Panting cry;
Then wisely use your Treasure,
Then wisely use your Treasure,
Refusing, still comply.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

What shall I do, I've lost my Heart,
'Tis gone, 'tis gone I know not whither;
Love cut its strings,
Then lent it Wings
And both are flown together:
Fair Ladies tell for Love's sweet sake,
Did any of you find it?
Come, come it lies,
In your Lips or Eyes,
Tho' you'll not please to mind it.

But if't be lost,
Then farewel Frost,
I will enquire no more;
For Ladies they
Steal Hearts away,
But only to restore:
_For Ladies they_, &c.

Tune, _si votr' epousa_.

_Chloris_ can you
Forgive the fault that I have done;
_Chloris_ can you
Forgive me when I sue,
Faith it is true,
That had you let me farther gone,
I had ruin'd you,
And mischiev'd my self too:
Yet I ne'er should
Have ventur'd on a Maid so Chast,
Had not your Eye,
Shot thro' my Soul,
And conjur'd all the Sense away,
That there did lye.

_Lumps of_ PUDDING.

[Music]

When I was in the low Country,
When I was in the low Country;
What slices of Pudding and pieces of Bread,
My Mother gave me when I was in need.

My Mother she killed a good fat Hog,
She made such Puddings would choak a Dog;
And I shall ne'er forget 'till I dee,
What lumps of Pudding my Mother gave me.

She hung them up upon a Pin,
The Fat run out and the Maggots crept in;
If you won't believe me you may go and see,
What lumps, _&c._

And every Day my Mother would cry,
Come stuff your Belly Girl until you die;
'Twou'd make you to laugh if you were to see,
What lumps, _&c._

I no sooner at Night was got into Bed,
But she all