_Here lies_ William de Valence, 220 _Ho my dear Joy, now what dost_, 240 _Here's a Health to the Tackers_, 284 _Here are People and Sports of_, 308 _Hark! now the Drums beat up again_, 319 _How often have I curs'd that sable Deceit_, 352 I _I am a young Lass of_ Lynn, 59 _I am a jovial Cobler bold and_, 75 _It was a Rich Merchant Man_, 77 _If Sorrow the Tyrant invade_, 83 _In the pleasant Month of_ May, 101 _It was a happy Golden Day_, 110 _I prithee send me back my Heart_, 143 _In_ Chloris _all soft Charms agree_, 162 _I lik'd, but never lov'd before_, 171 Iris _beware when_ Strephon _pursues_, 199 _I am one in whom Nature has_, 241 _In vain, in vain, the God I ask_, 251 _In the Devil's Country there_, 271 _In elder Time, there was of_ Yore, 289 Ianthia _the lovely, the Joy of_, 301 Jockey _met with_ Jenny _fair_, 317 _I met with the Devil in the_, 330 _Jilting is in such a Fashion_, 333 Jockey _loves his_ Moggy _dearly_, 341 L _Let the Females attend_, 8 _Let's be jolly, fill our Glasses_, 16 _Let's sing of Stage-Coaches_, 20 _Last_ Christmas _'twas my chance_, 25 _Lately as thorough the fair_, 44 _Let Soldiers fight for Pay and Praise_, 145 _Long had_ Damon _been admir'd_, 158 Laurinda, _who did love Disdain_, 167 _Let Ambition fire thy Mind_, 205 _Long was the Day e'er_ Alexis, 214 _Let's be merry, blith and jolly_, 337 M _My Friend if you would understand_, 94 _Marriage it seems is for better_, 272 N _No more let_ Damon's _Eyes pursue_, 239 _Nay pish, nay pish, nay pish Sir_, 305 _No, no every Morning my_, 323 _Now my Freedom's regain'd_, 325 _No_, Phillis, _tho' you've all the Charms_, 338 _Now to you ye dry Wooers_, 340 O _Once more to these Arms my_, 92 _One Night in my Ramble I_, 109 _Oh! let no Eyes be dry_, 130 _Old_ Lewis le Grand, _he raves like_, 151 _Of old Soldiers, the Song you_, 217 _Of late in the Park a fair Fancy_, 243 _Oh! how you protest and solemnly_, 316 P Philander _and_ Sylvia, _a gentle_, 140 _Poor_ Jenny _and I we toiled_, 146 _Pretty_ Floramel, _no Tongue can_, 160 _Plague us not with idle Stories_, 204 _Poor_ Mountfort _is gone, and the_, 244