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T43064 THO' lofty Bards sublimer sing, / And boldly tune their lays; Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 689 THE / NEWCASTLE BEAUTIES. / Designed to be sung to the Harpsicord or Sptnet, &c. ?-?

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I. THO lofty Bards sublimer sing, And boldly tune their lays; Not less renown attends the string, Which sounds to beautys praise. Ye muses then lend me your aid, Whilst I attempt to prove, That in Newcastle many a maid. Excels the queen of love. II. Ye bards forbear your partial lays, Ye who so softly sing, Nor longer only Venus praise, But here your numbers bring. No more shall blinded mortals pray, Or bow before her shrine. No more in Cyprus seek the bay, But find it here on Tyne. III. First of yon throng see Delia (a) shine, That matchless nonpareil! All eyes confess her form divine, Such Graces round her dwell. Dame nature has herself outdone, In that most beautious fair, And lavished all those charms on one, Which thousands only share. IV. Next her behold the lovely Cloe (b), Ye Gods! what killing eyes! See how her charming ringlets flow, Where wanton Cupid lies: The rose, compared to her, shall fade, The lily lose its white: Een Sol himself must own the maid, And shine with beams less bright. V. Thee, lovely Cynthia (c), next we sing, Charmd with thy beauteous face, More blooming than the verdant spring, Adornd with every grace; Thy comely shape and genteel air, Our admiration raise, Thou stands confessd a perfect fair, And worthy all our praise. VI. Thy mein, sweet Daphne (d), next we view, And as we view, approve, Thy blooming charms all hearts subdue; And kindle them to love: Those charming breasts, and sparkling eyes, What mortal can oppose? Still as we gaze new beauties rise, And still the passion grows. (a) Miss P--y T--n.(b) Miss H--le. (c) Miss H--y (d) Miss B--p.
VII. Gay Sylvia (e) next appears in sight, Surrounded by her charms, Her handsome form which shines so bright Each youthful bosom warms. Ye youths withdraw your wishful eyes, Nor longer on her gaze For were your hearts as cold as ice Her beams would make them blaze. VIII. Sweet Celia (f) next demands our care, That lovely nut brown maid! Behold her charming flowing hair, In jetty locks display[]d She fills each Bosom with desire, So graceful is her mein, Her comely features all admire, Where thousand loves are seen. IX. See Flavia (g), the young, the gay, For graceful air renownd, Her mein more bright than flowry May, With evry beauty crownd. Her beauteous sister (h) next appears, Whom wonderous charms adorn The lovely doe each bosom chears, With beauties like the morn. X. The next we view is Julias (i) face, For comely features lovd, Her golden locks still add a grace, To what all hearts approvd. Her friend no less inspires the lay, The lovely Danae (k) fair, To whom all tongues their praises pay, Charm[]d with her shape. and air XI. Thee, Phoebe (l), with Ophelia (m) joind, We cant too much admire, Your blooming charms it must be owed, All hearts to love inspire. To handsome Pat (n), and lovely Stell (o), Our praises too belong, These who in various charms excel, Close up the beauteous throng. XII. As now adord you pass your bloom, Your autumn you may live, Let me, ye beauteous fair, presume, This one advice to give; Virtue pursue--or vain vere bright, In vain your eyes may roll; Tis true that charms do strike the sight, But merit wins the soul. (e) Miss H--m. (f) Miss S--s. (g) Miss F--tt. (h) Miss F--tt. jun (i) Miss H--h. (k) Miss J--B--l. (l) Miss P--S--t. (m) Miss L--s.l. (n) Miss A--n. (o) Miss M--G--n.