While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention. First, in the Sexes' intermix'd connection,

It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; And alas! I am weary, weary O: Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; And alas! I am weary, weary O. All on

Chorus.-The weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund o' tow; I think my wife will end her life, Before she spin her tow. I bought my wife a staneo' lint, As gudeas e'erdid grow, And a'that she has made o' that Is aepuirpundo' tow. The weary pund, &c. There sat a bottle in a

O when she cam' ben she bobbed fu' law, O when she cam' benshe bobbedfu'law, And when she cam' ben, she kiss'd Cockpen, And synedenied she did it at a'. And was na Cockpen right saucy witha'? And was naCockpen right saucy witha'? In leaving the daughter of a lord, And kissin' a collier lassie

Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea, Bymony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad for me, He is a gallant Weaver. O, I had wooers aughtornine, They gied me rings and ribbons fine; And I was fear'd my heart wadtine, And I giedit to the Weaver. My daddie sign'd my

How daurye ca'me howlet-face, Ye blear-e'ed, withered spectre? Ye only spied the keekin'-glass, An'there ye sawyour picture.

O luve will venture in where it daurnaweel be seen, O luvewill venture in where wisdom ancehas been; But I will doun yonriver rove, amangthe wood sae green, And a' to pu' a Posie to my ain dear May. The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink,

Of Lordly acquaintance you boast, And the Dukes that you dined wi'yestreen, Yet an insect's aninsect at most, Tho' it crawl on the curl of a Queen!