Now, now the Night's come, And the great God of Love Lyes lurking in Shades, His bright Arrows to prove: He laughs at our Rest, And he Darts at our Hearts; And a Will that won't still, To each Lover imparts. He smiles when he feels The sharp point of his Dart; And tho' our Breast's Steel, Yet he drives to the Heart. Whilst we court and we play, He makes a full pass; And ne'er does delay, 'Till we're link'd on the Grass. _The_ SCOTCH _Wedding: Or, Lass with the Golden Hair._ [Music] Now _Jockey_ and _Moggy_ are ready, To gang to the Kirk to sped; As fine as a Laird or Lady, For they are resolv'd to wed: Come aw let's awa to the Wedding, For there will be Lilting there; _Jockey'll_ be Married to _Moggy_, The Lass with the Golden Hair, And for a whole Month together, Brisk _Jockey_ a wooing went; 'Till _Moggy's_ Mother and Vather, At last gave their Consent, _Come aw let's_, &c. And there'll be long Keel and Pottage, And bannarks of Barly Meal; And ther'll be good Sawt Herring, To relish a Cogue of good Ale, _Come aw let's_, &c. And there'll be _Sawney_ the Soater, And _Will_ with muckle mow; And there'll be _Tommy_ the Blutter, And _Andrew_ the Tinker I trow, _Come aw let's_, &c. And there'll be Bow-legg'd _Bobby_, And thumbless _Kate's_ geud Man; And there'll be blue cheek'd _Dolly_, And _Luwry_ the Laird of the Land, _Come aw let's_, &c. And there'll be low lipper _Betty_, And pluggy fac'd _Wat_ of the Mill; And there'll be farnicled _Huggy_, That wins at the Ho of the Hill, _Come aw let's_, &c. And there'll be _Annester Dowgale_, That splay footed _Betty_ did wooe; And mincing _Bessey_ and _Tibely_, And _Chrisly_, the Belly gut Sow, _Come aw let's_, &c. And _Craney_ that marry'd _Steney_, That lost him his Brick till his Arse; And after was hang'd for stealing, It's well that it happen'd no worse, _Come aw let's_, &c. And there'll be hopper-ars'd _Nancy_, And _Sarey_ fac'd _Jenny_ by Name; Glud _Kate_ and fat legg'd _Lissey_, The Lass with the codling Wem. _Come aw let's_, &c. And there'll be _Jenny_ go Gibby, And his glack'd Wife _Jenny Bell_; And messed skin blosen _Jordy_, The Lad that went Scipper himsel. _Come aw let's_, &c. There'll be all the Lads and Lasses, Set down in the middle of the Hall; To Sybouse, and Rastack, and Carlings, They are both sodden and raw. _Come aw let's_, &c. There'll be Tart Perry and Catham, And Fish of geud Gabback and Skate; Prosody, and Dramuck and Brandy, And Collard, Neats-feet in a Plate. _Come aw let's_, &c. And there'll be Meal, Kell and Castocks, And skink to sup 'till you rive; And Roaches to roast on the Gridiron, And Flukes that were tane alive, _Come aw let's_, &c.