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MUSES HOLIDAY.
BEING A
COLLECTION OF FAVOURITE
Englifh, Scots, and Irifh
jSongs, Catches, &c.
C O N T A I N r N G
The beft of thofe which have been furag at the
public Places of Amufcment from the Year
1700 down to the prefent Time, and inter-
♦ fperfW with fevcraJ Originals.
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Printed for R. B a l w j n , J. Haw s,
T.TA m o n, and J.^avik-
THE
NEWENTERTAIN1NG
FRISKY SONGSTER;
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MUSES H 9 L I D A Y.
A Favourite Somg.
Written by Dr. Pircy.
Naacy, wilt thou go with me,
Nor figh to leave the flaunting town ?
Can file at glens have charms for thcet
The lowly cot and rutfet gown ?
No longer dreft in filken fheen.
No Ion get1 deck'd with jewels rare,
Say* can ft thou quit each courtly fcene,
Where thou wert faireft of the fair *
O Nancy ! when ihouVt far away,
Wilt thoa not caft a with behind ?
Say, canft thou face the parching ray,
Nor fhrink before the wintry wind ?
© can that foft and gentle mien
Extremes of hjardlhip learn to bear,
Kor, fad, regret each courtly fcene,
Where thou wert faired of the f^ir ?
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O Nancy ! canfl thou love fo true,
Thro' perils keen with me to jto ;
Or when thy Twain mifhap fhaJl rue^*
To fhare with him the pang of woe ?
Say, Ihouid difeafe or pain befal, "'
Wilt thou afTume the nurfe's care;
Nor, wififul, thofe gay fcenes recal
Where thou vrert fa ire ft of the fair ?
And v. hen at laft thy fove ftiall die,
Wilt thou receive his parting- breath- ?
V/iJt thou reprefs each iiruggling figh,
And chear with frailes the bed of death ?
And wilt thou o'er his breathicfc clay
Strew flowers, and drop the tender tear £
Nor then regret thofe fcenes fo gay*
Where thoa were faiFeft of chafair ?
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V. A R r E T V IS CBARMIKG*
J. 'M in love with twenty
I'm in love with twenty,.
And could adore
As many more,
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For nothing's like a plenty.
Variety is charming,
Variety is. charming,
And conftancy .
Is not for me,
So ladies you have warning*.
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He chat has but one love,
'Looks as poor
As any boor,
Or like a man with one glove.
Variety > &c.
Not the fine regalia
Of eaftern ki-ngs,
The poet rings,
But oh! the.fine feraglio..
Variety, &c.
Girls grow old and ugly.
And can't infpire
The fame defire,
As when they're young and fmugly*-
Variety, &c#
Why has Cupid pinions ;
If not to fly
Through all the fky,
And fee his favourite minions. •
Variety, &c.
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Love was born of beauty,
And when, fhe goes,
The urchin knows,
To follow is his duty;
Variety; Sec.
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SONGSTER.
A Hustinc Song*
Sung by Mr. "Barnshaw at the Grotto GaudiWv
The words by* Mr. Bovce. Set- by Mr-.Brewster,
JL HEfprigluly hornawa'kes the morn.
Arid bids the hunter rife ;
The opening houndj returns the found,
And eccho fills the ikies ;
And eccho fills the ikies*
See ruddy health, more dear than wealth?.
On yond* blue mountain's brow %
The neighing ileed, invokes our fpeed,
And reynard trembles now ;
The neighing Heed, invokes-our fpeed,
And reynard trembles now.
In ancient days, as (lory fays,
jFn~e wrrotrs- our -fathers fought;.
The ruftic race ador'd the chace,
And hunted as they fought.
Come let's away, make no delay,
Enjoy the foreft's charms ;
The a o'er the bowl, erpand the fbu2».
And reft in Cloe's arras*.
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Sung by Mr. Su-ett at the Grotto Garden.
Mufic by Mr. Brewster.
X~3lS to'thsr day young Daaaoa came^
" Where Cloe- fat demure,
He fi<*h'd and c'az'd to own his flame,.
For love had itruck him fare.
His aukward inein. axxiaz'd the fair,.
Which he, no doubt, ieem'd ihy at,
And when he prais'd her ihape and air,.
She anfwer'd, fwain, be quiet, be quiet;,,
She anfwer'dj Twain, be quiet.
My dear, he cry'd, O be not coy,:.
Nor deem my meaning rude, •
L*et love like mine thy miud employ*.
True love can ne'er intrude.
Her hand he then afTay'd to kifs,
Which, fi owning, fhe cry'd, fie at,.
And when he ftruggled for the bliis,
'Twas be a little quiet-
The fwain perceiv'd her altcr'd tone.,
And boldly grnfp'd her hand,
The nymph was fore'd to own tliQ flame,..
And join'd in flymen's band,
Alas ! how changed each wedded pair I.
The power of words they try at,
Now Damon has not one to fp ar e,.
But pray, dear wife, be quiet-.
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S.ung by Mr Dunstall, in Love in a Village.-
_/~$i Plague of thofe wenches 1 they make fuch a;
pother,
When once they have let a man have his will ;
They're always a whining for fomething or other^.
And cry, he's unkind in his carriage.
What tho'f he fpeak 'em ne'er fo fairly,
Still they keep teazing, teazing on,
You cannot perfuade 'em,
'Till promife you've made'em ;
And. after the've got it.
They'll tell you------ad rot 1% !
Their character's blafted, they're ruin'd, undone 5.
And then, to be fure, fir,
There is but one cure, fir,
And all their difcourfe rs of marriage*
A TAV OURITE SONG.
i\_£ Y~Nancy quits the rural plain,.
And kindly i'eeks her faithful fwain,
Who, 'midft.the din of war's alarms,
His much-lov'd country calls to arms.-
Of old, when heroes fally'd forth,
To refcue innocence and worth,
The fair one's image in thelieart,
Could vigour to- their nerves impart; -
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Then what fuperior laurels, now,
Muft grace the happy foldier's brow j
Bleii with her prefence in the field,
To whom alone his heart can yield !
THE C A M r-M E J> L 8 *•
T H E lark-was up, the morr.ing grey>
The drum had beat a revcUy,
And jolly foldiers on th.s ground,
In peaceful camp flept faie and founds.
OnJy one poor foidier, who,
Nought but love could e'er fuhdue*
Wander'd to. a neighboring grove,
There to vent his plaints of lave.
For women are whimfical, changeable things,
Their fweets, like the bee's, axe mingled with ftingsj:
They're not to be got without toiIr care and colt*
They're hard to be won and are eafily loft.,
In feeking a fair-one, I found, to nay fmart,.
I know not the way, but I loft my own heart-
Ah ! haplefs, haplefs day,
That e'er I faw fair Biddy ;
My heart fhe dole away,
My head fiie turn'd quite giddy,.
The world may laugh and flare*
'Tis truly ftrange to fee,
A lover fo fincere,
A fwain admir'd like me*.
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She's graceful, tall and /lender,
She's brighter than the fun;
Her looks are foft and tender,
But oh I Iier heart's of (lone :
Nor tears, nor fighs can move her ;
My bleeding heart ihe fees,
She knows too well I love her,
In vain I ftrive to pleafe.
Too vainly once I thought
To gain the lovely charmer,
And every method fought,
In hopes to win and warm her >.
But all my hopes are over I
What charms then can I try ?.
But, like a haplcfs lover, '
I'll fet me down and die.
As on the ground he lay,
Minerva came that way,
In armour bright and gay,
And thus to him did fay :
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Rife, foldier, rife,
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The drum has beat to arms,,
Hark to her loud alarms ! * - .-•
Hang her beauty,
Mind your duty,
Think not of her charms.
Rife, foldier, rife,
VII take you hy the hanxK,,
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And I'll lead you thro' the land ;
I'll give you the command
Of a well chofen band.
Don't be flupid,
Drive away Cupid,
Foliow Minerva's wife advice-
Soldier, go home, go home,
Nor mind your miftrefs's fcorn ;
Slight, flight her again ;
For flighted vows fhould flight return."
The foldier thus rouz'd from his amorous floth,
Hailed away to his duty ;
Swore to Minerva a terrible oath,
HeM never more' think of her beauty.
Batchelor bluff, batchelor bluff;
Heigh for a heart that is rugged and tough-
He that is fingle can never wear horns ;
He that is fingle is happy ;
He that is married lies upon thorns,
And always is ragged and fhabby*
Batchelor bluff, See.
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He-that is fingle, he fears not the rout,
Nothing can to him be fweeter ;
He has no wife that can wimper and pout,
Or cry, Can you leave me, dear creature.
Batchelor bluff, &c. .
Ye belles and flirts, fo fmart and fair,-
Say, are not fdldiers formed for love ?
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For you fhall find them all fincere,
Would you but kind and conftant prove :
But if you flight their paffian ftill,
And tyrranifc o'er hearts fo true,
Depend upon't they'll all rebel,
And will not care one fig for you.
Ah ! hold your foolifii tongue
A little laughing Cupid laid,
Have you not heard it fung,
That confiancy will win .a maid ?
And what on earth would ever prove
Superior to the joys of love!
Let wifdon* preach in fchools,
For what has fhe with love to do j
We go not by fuch rules :
Unbounded pleafur^ .e purfue ;
On rofy wine our fancies fly ;
We ev'ry worldly care defy.
Let Mars in council boaft,
Of refolution, ftrength, and art ;
Love comes without a hoftj
And Heals away the foldier's heart :
Love breaks the bow, the fword and fpear,
And turns the angry face of war.
E'en mighty Jove above
Hath been by Cupid's pow'r o'ercome ;
There's none can conquer love,
Tho' arm'd with fword and fpear, or gun.
Then ground your arms, ye fons of war 5
None can refill the Britifh fair.
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A TOUCH OH THE TIMES.
Written by James Wordale, E^l*
V^'OME liften,. and laugh at the times,
Since folly was never fo'ripe ;
For ev'ry man laughs at thofe rhimes
That give his own follies a wipe :
We lire in a kind of difguife ;
We flatter, we lye^ and protefl,
While each of us artfully tries
On others to fallen the jeft.
The virgin, when firft fhe is woo'd,
Returns ev'ry figh with difdain ;
And while by her Jover pvxrfu'd,
Can laugh at his folly and pain :
But when from her innocence won,
And doom'd for her virtue to mourn,
When, (he finds herfelf loft, and undone,
He laughs (tho' unjuft) ia his turn.
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The fools, who at law do contend,
Can laugh at each other's' diftrefs,
And while the dire fuit does depend,
Ne'er think how their fubftance grows lc£s;
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Till hamper'd by tedious expence,
Altho7 to compound they are loth,
They'll find, when reftoe'dto their fenfe,
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The lawyers fit laughing at both.
But while we perceive it the fafhion
For each fool to laugh at the other,
Let us drive, with a geh'rous companion,
To correct, not contemn, one another.
We all have fome follies to hide,
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Which, known, would di(hohour the bed ;
And life, when 'tis thoroughly try'd,
Like friendfhip, will feem but a jeft«
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Written by Mr. Shenstohk.
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VV HEN forcM from dear Hebe to go, \
What anguifh I felt at my heart! j
And I thought—but it might not be fo ■ j
She was forry to fee me depart.
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She cad fuch a languishing view,
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My path I could fcarcely difcern ;
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And fo fweetiy {he bade me adieu, j
I thought the had bade me return. \ |
Methinks fhe might like to retire .
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To the grove I had labour'd to rear;
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For whatever'I heard her admire, i I
I haded, and planted it there.
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Her voice fuch a pleafure conveys,
So much I her~accents adore,
Let her fpeak, and whatever' flie fays,
I'm fure Hill to love her the more*
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And now, ere I hafte to the plain,
Come, ihepherds, and tell of her ways ;
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I could lay' down my life for the fwain
Who would fing me a fong in her praife.
While he tings, may the maids of the town
Come flocking, and liften the while ;
Nor on him let Hebe once frown,
Tho' I cannot allow her to fraile.
To fee when my charmer goes bjf
Some, hermit peeps out of his cell ;
How he thinks of his youth with a figb. J
How fondly he wiflies her well !
On him fhe may fmile, if ihe pleafe,
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It will .warm- the cool bofom of age
Yet ceafe, gentle Hebe, O ceafe,
Such foftnefs will ruin the fage.
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I've dole from no flow'rets that grow,
To deck the dear charms I approve ;
For what can a bloflbm beftow,
So fweet, fo delightful as love J
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r I fing in a radical wajr^
A ttzepherd, and bhc of the throng ;
Yet Hebe approves bf tirjr lay:
Go, poets, aild envy hiy forig;
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THX KrrOlTS OF LOVE AND MUSIC.
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X H E morning op'd fmihng, all nature was
gay, , ., .
And Flora had chequer'd the grove ;
The thrufh and the linnet were heard on the {pray,
Attuning their voices to love.
Young Damon, well pleased, in a woodbine retreat.
To Phillis unbofoin'd his mind ;
But his pa {Hon in vain did the fhejpherd repeat*
With coolnefs his fuit me declin'd.
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In murmurs foft mufic now glides thro' the air,
To harmony wakens the vale $
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The nymph caught the found, when her raptures
declare
Full hopes of fuccefs to his tale.
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Exulting^ thus Damon his wiihes exprefs'd—
Thofe notes breathing love's gentle ffre.
Speaking joy to Alexis, with Sylvia blefs'd.
And lose, ail their virtues infpire ;
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O ceafe, then, my dear eft, to treat with difdain
An heart fway'd by virtue and lore,
But hafte to yon fane at the top of the plain*
And Hymen's mild influence prove-
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Thus mufic and love were too much for the fair 5
In vain fhe l>er willies would hide ;
Her blufbes the ilate of her bofom declare,
And Damon could not be deny*d.
THE CROSS-TURPOSES.
Sung, at Ranblagh.
JL O M loves Mary palling well,
And Mary fhe loves Harry ;
But Harry figLs for bonny Bell,
And finds his love mifcarry ;
For bonny Bell for Thomas burns,
Whilft Mary flights hispaffion:
So ftrangely freakifh are the turns
Of human inclination;
Moll gave Hal a wreath of flbw'rs,
Which he, in am'rous folly,
ConfignM to Bell* and in few hours
It came again to Molly : \ .
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Thus all by turns are woo'd and wocv. 3
No turtles can be truer ;
Each loves the object they purfue^
But hates the kind purfuer.
As->much as Mary Thomas grieves*
Proud Hal defpifes Mary ;.
And all the flouts which Bell receives:
From Tom, fhe vents on Harry.
If one of all the four has frown'd,
You ne'er faw people grummer ;
If one has fmil'd, it catches round, "J
And all are in gdoH-hum'bur*
Then, lovers, hence this le/Ton learn,.
Throughout the Britifh nation;
How much 'tis e'v'ry one's concern
To fmile at reformation.
And ftill, thro' life, this rule purfuev
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Whatever objedls ftfike you,
Be kind to them'that'fancy you,
That thofe you love, may like you..
Suasrat Frxe-Masons H'all*
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S S I S T me, ye fair tuneful hihe>
Euphrofyne grant me thy aid ;
Whilft the honours I fing of the trine,
Prefide o'er my numbers, blythc maid.
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Ccafe clamorous faction, oh ceafe I
Fly hence all ye cynical train;
X>ifturb not,, difiurb not the Lodge's fweet peace,.
Where fllence and fecrefy reign.
Religion untainted here dwells,
Here the morals of Athens are taught ;
Great Hiram's-tradition here tells
How the world out of chaos was brought.
With fervency, freedom, aud zeal,
Our matter's commands we obey ;
No cowan, no cowan our fccrets can (leal,
No babler our myft'ries betray.
Here wifdom her ftahdard di'fplays ;
Here nobly the fcicnces fhine;
Here the temple's vaft column we raife.
And finifh a work that's divine.
Ulum'd from the eaft with pure light,
Here the arts do their bleffings beftow,
And all perfect, all perfect unfold to the fight,-
What none but a mafon can know.
If on earth any p'raife can be found,
Any virtue unnam'd in my fong,
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Any grace in the nniverfe round,
May- tfaefc to a mafon belong ;
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May each brother his paffions fabdue,
Prac?ife chanty, concord, and love,
And be hail'd, and be hail'd by the thrice happy
few
Who prefide in the grand Lodge above.
Sung in the Jubileb*
B EHOLD this fair goblet, 'twas earv'd from
the tree %
Which, oh I my fweet Shakelpeare, was planted by
thee ;
As a relic I kifs it, and bow at thy fhrine ;
What comes from thy hand mull be ever divine.
AH ihail yield to the mulberry-tree;
Bend to thee,
Blefs'd mulberry ;,
Matchlefs was he,
. That planted thee,
And thou, like him, immortal Ihalt be."
Ye trees of the foreft, fo rampant and high,
Who fpread round your branches, whofe heads
fweep the fky;
Ye curious exotics whom tafte has brought here,
To root out the natives at prices fo dear :
All fhall yield/&c.
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TfiebakisKfeidroyilsisBritai^sgredtboaft; .
Prefcrv*d once our kihgi and wilt always dur coafif:
Of the fir we make fhips ; that thoufands that fight»
But one, only one, like our Shakefpeare can write.
All fhall yield, &c.
Let Venus delight in her gay myrtle bowers, .
Pomona in fruit-trees, and Flora in flowers ;
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The garden of Shakefpeare all fancies will fuit,
With the fweeteft of fiow'rs, and the faireft o£
fruit.
All fhall yield, &c»
With learning and knowledge t,ne well-letter'ct
birch
Supplies law and phyfic, and grace for the church.
But law and the gofpel in Shakefpeare we find,
He gives the beft phyfic for body and mind.
All fhall yield, &c.
The fame of the patron gives fame to the tree ;.
From him and his merits this takes its degree ;
Give Phcebus and Bacchus their laurel and vine,,
• The tree of our Shakefpeare is ftill more divine.
All fhall yield, &c.
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As the genius of Shakefpeare butfturies the bright
day,
More rapture than wine to the heart can comYey;.
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So the tree which he planted, by making his own,
Has the laurel and bays, and the vine, all in one,
Ail fa all yield, Sec.
Then each take a relic of this hollow tree,
From folly and fafhron a charm let it be ;
Let's fill to the planter the cup to the brim,
To honour your country, do honour to him.
All fball yield, &c.
THE BROOM OF CO W DENKNOW S. "
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O W blithe was I each morn to fee-
My Twain come o'er the hill !
He leap'd the brook, and Sew to me :
I met him with good will.
I neither wanted ewe, nor lamb,
While his flocks near me lay :
He gather'd in my fheep at night,
And chear'd me all the day.
Oh I the broom, the bonny bonny broom,
Where loft was my repofe ;
J wifh I was with my dear fwain,
With his pipe and my ewes-
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He tun'd his pipe and reed €o fweet,
The birds flood litt'ning by :
The fleecy flock ftood ftill and gaz'd,
Charm'd with his melody :
While thus we fpent cur time, by turns,
Betwixt our flocks and play,
I envy'd not the faireft dame,
Tho* e'er fo rich and gay.
O the broom, &c-
He did oblige me ev'ry hour,
Could I but faithful be ?
He ftole my heart ; cou'd I refufe,
Whate'er he ask'd of me ?
Hard fate ! that I muft banifh'd be,
Gang heaTiJy and mourn,
Becaufe I lov'd the kindeft fwaia
That ever yet was born.
O the broom, &c.
HLIT H~E COLIN.
Written by Mr. Hawkihs.
Sung at Ranblagh.
iJY the fide of the fweet river Tay,
Or elfe on the banks of the Tweed,
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Young Colin he whittles all day,
Or merrily pipes on his reed.
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His mind is a ftranger to cafe,
For he is blithe, bonny, and frw ;
At harveft, at wake, .and at fair.
No {Wain is To chearful as he.
At eve, when we dance on £he green.
How fprightly he joins in jtjbe throng;
So pleafirig his air and his mien,
So gaily he trips it along!
The iaiTes his manners adore,
And ftrive his affections to gain;
When abfent, for him they deplore,
All Ugh for the imiles of the fwain»
But I am the girl to his mind*
He chofe mc above alJ the reft,
And vows that to me he'll be kind,
With me he will ever be bleft.
The maidens all envy my blifs,
And tell me. I'm funple and vain ;
Yet I'm not dtfpleafecf at this,
Nor heed their contempt and difdain*
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Cupid's Recrviting Sergeant.
A Cantata. Sung by Mr. Verxon, atVAuxHALt.
Mufic by Mr, Potter.
Recitative.
JC R O M Paphos ifle, fo fam'd of old, T come,
To raife recruits with merry fife and drum ;
The queen of beauty here by me invites,
Each nymph and fwain to tafte of fweet delights •
Obey the call, and feek the happy land,
Where captain Cupid bears the fole command.
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Air.
Ye nymphs and ye fwains who are youthful and gay,
Attend to the call and be bleft while you may ;
Lads and lafTes hither come,
To the found of the drum, ■
I have treafure in ftore which you never have feen ;
Then hafte, let us rove, *
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To the ifland of love,
Where Cupid is captain, and Venus is queen.
Each nymph of fixteen who would fain be a wife,
Shall foon have a partner to blefs her for life ;
Then laffes hither come,
To the found of the drum,
I have fvveethearts in (lore fuch as never were feen ■*
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Halle, hafte let us rove,
Ta the ifland of Jove,
Where Cupid is captain, and Venus is queen.
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Would a Twain but be bleft with a nymph to his
mind,
Let him enter ray lifl, and his wifti he fliall fin-d ; •
I can blefs him for life,
With a kind loving wife.
More beamiful far, than was nymph ever feen :
Then hafte let us rove
To the ifland of love,
Where Cupid is captain, and Venus is queen.
In Paphos, we know of no.difcord nor ftrife,
Each nymph and each fwain may be happy for life;
In tranfport and joy,
We each moment employ,
And tafte fuch delights as were never yet feen ;
Then halte, let us rove
To the ifland of love,
Where Cupid is captain, and Venus is queen-
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A FAVOURITE SONG,
Sung by Mrs. Smith, in the D-efertcr.
OOM£ how my Spindle I miflaid,
And loft it underneath the grafs ;
Damon advancing, bow'd his head,
Andfaid, what feck you pretty lafs ?
A little love when urg'd with care,
Oft leads a heart, and leads it far,
Oft leads a hearr, Sec.
'Twas pafllng by yon fpreadlng oak,
That I my fpindle loft juft now ;
His knife then kindly Damon took,
And from the tree he cut a bough ;
A little love when ursr'd with care,
Will lead a heart, and lead-it far,
A little love, &c.
Thus did the youth his time employ,
While me he tenderly beheld ;
He talk'd of love, I leapt for joy,
For ah, my heart did fondly yield :
A little love when ur'g'd with carej
Will lead a heart, and lead it far,.
A little love, &c.
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SWEET ROBIN.
O A Y, little foolifh flutt'ring thing,
Whither, ah ! whither would you wing
Your airy flight j
Stay here, and fing,
Your miftrefs to delight..
No, no, no,
Sweet Robin, you fhall not go :
Where, you wanton, could you be,
Half fo happy as with me.
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A FAVOURITE SONG.
O H ! how fhall I, in language weak,
My ardent paflion tell,
Or from my fault'ring tongue to fpeak,
That cruel word, farewell;
Farewell—but know, though thus we partx
My thoughts can never ftray :
Go where I will my conftant heart
" Muft with my charmer (lay.
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D E I L, TAK'thE WARS.
D
EI L tak' the wars that hurried Billy frorii
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Who to love me jufl: had fworn ;
They made him captain fure to undo me ;
Woe's me he'll ne'er return.
A thoufand loons abroad will Hghc him.
He from thoufands ne'er will run,
Day and night I did invite him,
To flay at home from fword and gun.
I us?d alluring graces,
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With muckle kind embraces,
"Now fighing, then crying, tears dropping fill ;
And had he my foft arms
Preferred to wars alarms,
My love growing mad, all for my bonny lad,
I. fear in my fit I had granted all.
I'wafh'd and I patch'd, to mak' me look provok-
ing.
Snares that they told me would catch the men,.
And oa my head a huge commode fat poking,
Which made me fhew as tall aojain ;
For a new gown too I paid muckle money,
Which with golden flow'rs did fhine ;
My love weil might think me gay and bonny^.
No Scots lafs was e'er fo fine,
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My petticoat I fpotted,
Fringe too with thread I knotted,
L.ace (hoes, and filk hofe, garter full over knee ;.
But oh ! the fatal thought,
To Billy thefe are nought ;
Who rode to towns, and rifled with dragoons,
When he, filly loon, might have plundered me*
BONNY LASS LYE IN A BARRACK.
O Bonny lafs will you lye in a Barrack,:
And marry a foger, and carry his wallet ?
Y^s, I will go and think no more on it,
I'll marry my Harry and carry his wallet: .
I'll neither afk leave of my minnie or daddie?
But off and away with my fogcr laddie-
O. bonny lafs will you go a campaigning,
Will you fufFer the hardfhips of battle and famine,
When fainting and bleeding, O cou'd you draw
near me,
And kindly fupport me, and tenderly chear me ?
O yes I will go, though thefe evils you mention,
And twenty times more if you had the invention;
Keither hunger, nor cold, nor danger alarms me,
While I have my foger, my deareftj to charm me.
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SWEET WILLY, O
JL H E pride of all nature was fweet Willy O^,
The pride of all nature was fweet Willy O ;
Thefirft of all fwains,
He gladden'd the plains,
None ever, was like to the fweet Willy O-
He fung it fo rarely did fweet Willy O,
He fung it, &c.
He melted each maid,
Sofkilful he play'd,
No ihepherd e'er pip'd like the fweet Willy O-:
All nature obeyed him the fweet Willy O,
All nature, &c.
Where ever he came,
Whate'er had a name,
Whenever he fung follow'd fweet Willy OU*
He would be a foldier the fwaet Willy O,.
Hs would, &,c»
When arm'd in the field .
With fword and with fhield,
The laurel was won by the fweet Willy O.
He charm'd them while living the fweet Willy O,.
He charm'd, &c.
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And when Willy dy'd,
'Twas nature that figh'd,
To part with her all in the fweet Willy O.
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A FAVOURITE SONG.
T H E lark's flirill notes awake the morn,
The breezes wave the ripen'd corn ;
The yellow karveft, free from fpoil,
Rewards the happy farmer's toil ;
The Mowing bowl fucceeds the flail,
O'er, which.he tells the jocund tale.
A FAVOURITE SONG,
By Df. Arne.
JL lU-SH, ye birds, your am'rous tales !
Purling rills, in filence move !
Softly breathe, ye gentle gales !
Left ye wake my flumb'ring love.
O, the joy beyond expreffion,
That inchanting form to own ! -
Then, to hear the foft confeffion,
That her heart is mine alone I*
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iULD ROBIN GKEY,
W HEN the fteep are in the fauld, and tho-
ky at harxie,
And a' the warld to -fleep are gane ;
The waes of my heart fa's in fhow'rs frae my ee,.
When my gudeman lyes found-by me,
Young Jemmy Ioo'd me well, and he fought me
for his bride,
But faying a crown he had nathing befide ;
To mak' that crown a pund, my Jemmy gade to.
Tea,
■And the crown and the pund were baith for me-
He had nae been awa* a week but only twa,
When my micher fhe fell fick, and the- cow was
floun awa* ;
My father brak* his arm, and my Jemmy at the fea,
And auld Robin Grey came a courting me.
My father coudna* work, and my tnither coudna*
fpin,
1 toll'd day and night, but their bread I coudna
win ;
Auld Rob maintain* d them baith, and wi* tears isti
his ee,
Said, Jenny for their fakes, O marry, rae.
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My heart it faid nay, I look'd for Jemmy back;.
£. But the wind it blew high, and the ihip it was a
wreck,
The fhip it was a wreck, why didna Jemmy die ?
And why do I live to fay waes me ?
Auld Robin*argued fair, tfio' my roither didna
fpeak,
She Iook'd in my face till my heart was like to
break,
' So they gt'ed him my hand, tho' my heart was in
the fea,
And auld Robin Grey is gudeman to me.
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I hadna1 been a wife a week but only four,
When fitting fae mournfully at the door,
I faw nay Jemmy's wreath, for I coudna think it he*.
3TilI he faid, I'm come back for to marry thee.
0 fair did we greet, and nauckle did we fay ;
We took but ae kifs, and we tore ourfels away :.
I Willi I were dead ! but I'm no like to die,
And why do I live to fay waes me ?
1 gang like a ghaift, and carena to fpin ;
I darena think on Jemmy, for that'wou'd be a fin j;
But I'll do my beft a gude wife to be,
Jor avild Robin Grey is kind, unto me*.
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Theresolve-
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Sung b); Mifs Dowson, at the Grotto Gardens.
Set to Mafic by Mr. Bates.
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Y father and mother far ever they chide,
Becaufe I young Colin approve :
Tho' witty and manly, they him can't abide,
But I'm alone guided by love.
My father, I warrant, when at Colin's age,
No doubt but purfu'd the fame plan ;
My mother, 'tis certain, took care to engage
At once to make fure of her man.
And why fhorild not I the fame maxim purfue ;
I wonder lbe angry can be,
When I in my turnvthe fame thing but do,
As fhe has long done before me,
But flrft when the fhepherd my favour addrefs'd,
Liike others I threw o'er a veil,
He'd figh, and he'd kifs, when fo clofely he prefs'd,
I cou'd not but hear his fond tale,
I candidly own, whene'er the youth's by,
I've all 1 can with in my view ;
Nor will I, like other coy maids, pifii and fie,
The deuce fliall take me if I do-
Cool ftr£ams to the heart, nor flow'rs to the bee, v
Such pleafure they each cannot gain,
As Cplin's lov'd prefence is always to1 me,
For fure he's the pride of the plain.
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And tho' he fhould (hpw all the arcs of his fex,
Or faithlefs as others might prove,
It wou'd not my mind by half fo perplex,
But knowing none elfe worth my love-
That thought I wili banifii, lay fifty to tea
The licence he- foon will procure ;
Perhaps you will fay, well and prithee, what then,
I'll wed him, my dear,, to be fure.
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Addrefs'd to Mifs S. P— tt--n>
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JC AI R's my Sally as the day,
Brighter than the blooming May ;
Cupid revels in her eyes ;
On her lips rich nectar lies.
When £he moves, 'tis Juno walks ;
When fhe fpeaks, Minerva talks ;
When (he fmgs, th' angelic Itrain
Might aiTwage the fierceft pain.
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OafpM within her fnowy arms,
Blefs'd with all her world of charms;
Let me, thus enthron'd, expire*
Gods f cis all that I defire.
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Sang at V a u x. h a l l.
Ii)Y the fide of a flreamr-at the foot of a hill,
I met with, young Phebe who lives at the mill,
My heart leapt wich.joy at io .pleafmg.a fight,
For Phebe, I vo\v9 is my only delight.
I told her ray love, and fat down by her fide,
And /"wore the next morning I'd make her my
bride,
In. anger fhe faid, Get you out of my fight,
And go to your Phrllis ; you met her Iaft night.
Surpriz'd, I reply'd^Pray, explain what you mean,
I never, I vow, with young Phillis was feen,
Nor can I conceive what my Phebe is at,
Oh ! can't you, fhe cry'd, well I love you for that. *
Say, did you not meet her Iaft night on this fpot ?
0 Colin, O Colin, you can't have forgot;
1 heard the whole ftory this morning from Mat,
You Hill may deny it, I love you for that-
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Tis falfe, I reply'd, deareft Phebe believe,
For Mat is a rover, and means to deceive;
You very well know he has ruin'd young Pat,
And furely my. charmer mull hate him for that.
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Come, come then, fhe cry'd, if you mean to be
kind,
I'll own 'twas to know $e true flats of your mind;
Tranfported I khVd her, fhe gave me a pat,
I made her my wife, and fhe loves me for that.
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' I E mortals whom trouble and forrow attend,
Whofe life is a feries of pain without end,
For ever deprived of hope's all-chearing ray,
Ne'er know .what it is to be happy a day.
. Obey the glad fummons, the bell-bar invites,
I>rink deep, and I warrant it fets you to rights.
When poverty enters, an unwelcome gueft,
By hard-hearted duns too continually preft,
When brats begin crying and fqualling for bread, *
And wife's never iilent till faft in her bed,
Obey the glad fummons, &c.
Did Neptune's fait element run with frefh wine,
.-Tiio' all Europe's powers together combine,
- Our brave Sritifh failors need ne'er care a jot, . *
Surrounded by plenty of fuch rare grape Ihot.
Obey ihe glad fumn)ons,~ficc.
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Was each dull, pedantical, tezt-fpinning vicar
To leave oIF dry preaching, and (lick to his liquor,
O how would he wifh for that power divine,
To change, when he would, fimple water to wind
Obey the glad fummons, &c.
If wine, then, can miracles work, fach as thefe,
And give to the troubled mind comfort and ear°,
Dcfpair not that bleffing in Bacchus you'll find,
Who (howers his gifts for the pood of mankind.
Obey the glad fummons, the bar-bell invites ;
Drink deep, and I warrant it fets you to rights.
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achilles and patp.cclus.
a cantata*
Recitative.
VV HEN ft em Achilles left the Grecian band,
And orders gave to feek his native land ;
Juft as the naval fleet prepar'd to go,
Patroclus ftrove Achilles's grief to-know.
Whence comes that figh-------why heaves thy manly
breaft,
What fiend invidious'robs my friend of reft ?:
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Divine Achilles, let Patroclus know,.
For friends fhould always fbare in private woe ?
Enough, Achilles faid—raoft noble youth,
From thee, alas 1 who can conceal the truth?
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Know then, my friend, ungrateful Greece
This day demands my Brifeis fair;
And I, alas I no more ihall ceafe
To be immers'd in endlefs care-
But mark, ye gods, ihould Keclor carnage fpread>
Unmov'd Achilles will fmile o'er the dead.
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Patroclus Iieard; while tears half drown'd his eyes;
A>nd could you fee your country bleed r he cries ;
Could you, relentlefs to the prayers of all,
See Hector triumph in the Grecian's fall 1
Behold ! they fly — to parly is difgrace ;
' Lend me your armour^ I'll the danger face t,
Hector himfelf will be alarm'd with fears,
When in the front thy blazing creft appears,.
Achilles like, I'll fee my country freed,
Or bravely in the glorious combat bleed..
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Omnipotent Jove,
And ye pow'rs a^oYe?
S O N & STE R~ 4?
From dangers great Achilles fliield*
While I undifmay'd,
In his armour array'd,
Seek peril and death in the field. .
Adieu then, my friend,
Til lirtve to defend
Thofe princes Achilles did fhield :
Oh ! may £, like you,
Great-Hector fubdue,
Or breathlefs be Itrecch'd en the field.
Recitative.
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Alternate griefs Achilles* bofom rend,
He fcarce can fay, Farewell, adieu, ray friend.
Patroclus clad in godlike armour bright,
Each Trojan trembles at the boding fight.
The fight began ; but oh! the fates decreed
Patroclus for ungrateful Greece fhould bleed ;
He fell------yetere.an herald could difclofe
What caufe Achilles had for inward woes,
The godlike warrior the fad tidings guefs'd,
And thus thcanguifh of his foul e'xprefs'd;
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My friend, I conceive by the afpeft you wear,
Your mefFage my peace may deftroy ;
But Achilles is proof againft forrow and care,
And never again will know joy.
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If Patroclus is dead, oh ! ye powers divine* -
The hand that depriv'd him of breath,
.Let h feel, in return, the vengeance of mine,
And death be aton'd for in death.
Once more in the Held, cruel Hector fhall find
Achilles his valour will try ;
Achilles will prove him, no fkulking-behind
Shall enable the traitor to fly.
Then grant, potent Jove, fince Patroclus is flain^.
This arm may the wretch's blood fpill ;
When revenge is corapleat, on yon hoftile plain5,
Do with'me, great Jove, what you will.
THE BUSH A B O O N T R A QJU AIR.
H EAR me, ye nymphs, and ev'ry Twain.*,
I'll teJl how Peggy grieves me,
Tho' thus I languilh, thus complain,.
Alas 1 fhe ne'er believes me.
My vows and fighs, like filent air,
Unheeded, never move her;
At the bonny bufli.aboon Traquuir,
'Twas there I firft did love her,
That day fhe' fmil'd, and made.me gladj,
No maid feem'd ever kinder ;
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I: thought myfelf the. luckieft lad,
So fweetly there to find her.
I. try'd to footh my am'rous flame,
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In words that I thoug-ht tender ;
If more there pafs'd, I'm. not to blame? ■
I meant not to offend her-
Yet now {he fcornful flees the plain,.
The fields we then frequented ; .
If e'er we meetfhe fhews difdain.
She looks as ne'er acauainted.
The bonny bum bloom'd.fair in May,.
It's fweets I'll ay remember ;
But now her frowns make it decay,
It fades as in December.
Ye rural powers, who hear my (trains?.
Why thus fhould Feggy grieve me ?.
Oh! make her partner in my pains,
Then let her fmiles relieve me.
If not, my love will turn defpair, .
My pafiion no more tender,
I'll leave the bufh aboon.Traquair*.
To lonely wilds I'll wander*
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B' O N N Y C »' R. I 5 T V.
H O W 'fweetiy fraeljs the firaraer green !
Sweet tafte the peach an'd cherry ;
Painting and order pleafe our een,
And claret makes us merry :
But fineft colours, fruits and flowers,
And,wine, tho' I be thirfty,
Lofs a' their charihs and weaiker powers,
Compar'd with thofe of Chrifty.
When wand'riug o'er the flow'ry park*
. No nat'ral beauty wanting,
How Iightfome is't to hear the lark.
And birds in concert chanting ;
But if my Chrifty tunes her voice,
I'm rapt in admiration :
My thoughts with extafies rejoice,
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Whene'er fhe fmiies a kindly glance^
I take the happy omen,
And aften mint to make advance,
Hoping fhe'Jl prove a woman ;
Bat dubious of my ain defert,
My fentiments I fmother ;
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With fecret fighs I vex my heart,.
For fear fhe love another-
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Thus fang blate Edie by a burn,
His* Ghrifty did o'er-hear him ;
She doughtna let her lover mourn,
But e'er he v/ift drew near him.
She fpake her favour with a look
Which left nae room to doubt her 5
He wifely this white minute took,
And flang His arms about her.
My Chrifly I—witnefs, bonny ftrcam,
Sic joys frae tears arifing,
I wifli this may na be a dreara ;
O love the maifl furprifing !
Time was too precious now for tauk j
This point of a' his withes
He, wadna with fet fpeeches bauk,
But ward it a' on kiflcs.
THE MAN TO HER MIKE.
L E AVE party difputcs, your attention,.! prajr,
All you who to mirth, are inclined,
And of thofe I diflike when you hear what I fay>.
You may guefs at the man to my mind.
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Ye felf-loving coxcombs, whofe fondnefs is feea.
From the form your falfe mirrors difplay,
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_ When you talk of a paffions as nothing you mean,
So alJ goes for nothing you fay.
No pretenfion I boaft to the aukward young heir>
Thp' born to a wealthy ellate,
Who paying no court to the charms of the fair,
Buys a wife, like a calf, by her weight.
'The old battered rake fure no woman can love,
Who has long reckon'd marriage a cuzfe ;
Tho* his greac coudefcenfion he's ready to prove,
By taking his wife for a nurfe.
A fool for a iiu&and feme females have chofc,
And repentance oft rues what is pall,
Tho' he turns for a feafon which way the wind
blows,
The weathercock's ru#y at IaQ*
" But the man that has fenfe, with a heart tl;
fincere,
Where pafHon and reafon agree,
Whofe fortune's fufficient to combat with care
-r-Caa't you guefs at the lover for roe .;
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A DRINKING SONG.
%^/ 0 ME, my never-frowning glafs,
Always welcome to my lip ;
Here's to Delia, lovely lafs,
Oh, how grateful is the fip.
This is pleafure to the foul,
This will banifh care away ;
He who hates the fmiling bowl,
What's he fit for, topers fay ?
Sung in the Wedding Ring:
JL H E travelers, that through defarts ride
By conduit of fome friendly liar;
When clouds obfcure their trufty guide,
Out of their courfe muft wander far ;
So I with penfire care and pain,
In abfence lull muft ftray ;
Till you, my liar, fhine out again,
. And light me on my way.
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Sung in the Qj; a x e r.
VV HILEthe lads of the village fhall merrl-
rily, ah !
Sound the tabors, I'll hand thee along ;
And I fay unto thee, that verily, ah !
Thou and I will be fir ft in the throng,
While the-lads, &c.
Juft then, when the fwain who laft year won the
dow'ry
With his mates fhall the fports have begun,
When the gay voice of gladnefs refounds from each
bov/*r,
And thou long'ft in thy heart to make one»
While the lads, <3cc.
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Thefe joys which are harmlefs, what mortal can
blame ?
'•Tis a maxim, that youth fhould be free ;
And to prove that my words and my deeds arc ths
fame,
Believe me', thou'It prefently fee,
While the lads, Sec.
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THE BAN K S 0*F THE DEE.
I WAS Summer, and foftly the breezes were
blowing,
And fweetly the nightingale fung from the tree,
At the foot of a rock, where the river was flowing,
I fat myfeif down on the banks of the Dee,
Flow on, lovely Dee, flow on, thou fweet river ;
Thy banks' pureft dreams fhall be dear to me ever ;
For there 1 firft gain'd the affection and favour
Of Jamie, the glory and pride of the Dee.
But now he's gone from me and left me thus
mourning,
To quell the proud rebels, for valiant is he :
And, ah 1 there's no hope of his fpeedy returning,
To wander again on the banks of the Dee.
He's gone, haplefs youth! o'er the rude roaring
billows ;
The kindeft and fweeteft of all the gay fellows ;
And left me to (Iray *mong the once loved willows,
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The lonelieft maid on the banks of the Dee.
But time and my pray'rs may perhaps yet reflore
him ;
Bleft peace may reftore my dear fhepherd to me ;
And when he returns with fuch care I'll watch
o'er him
He never fhall leave the fweet banks of the Dee.
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The Dee then (hall flow, all its beauties difplaying .
The lambs ouits bant^s (hall again be feen playing;
While I with my Jamie am carelefly (Iraying,
And tailing again all the fvreets of the Dec.
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Rural contentment.
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Being the Sequel to the Banks of the D e e.
Tuae, O bonny lafs will you lie in a Barrack.
X S A T on a bank by the fide of a river,
I thought my dear Jamie had left me.for ever,
-But while I fat penfively fighing arid mourning,
Ah! who {hould I fee, but ruy Jamie returning.
I ftraight ran to meet him, I threw my arms round
him,
Still charming, ftill kind, (till conftant I found him,
With ardor he prefs'd me, ah ! who could oppofe
him,
While thus I reveal'd the warm wifh of my bofom.
" O ftay my dear Jamie, thy follies give over,
No more leave thefe plains, be no longer a rover,
No more fe'ek for glory, where cannons loud rattle,
Nor leave my fond arms for the found of a battle.
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For peace in a cottage and pa floral pleafure,
Where love trips with joy, in fome frolicfome mea-
fure,
Believe me, my Jamie, are far* more enticing,
Than war's empty pomp> which, you've always-
been prizing."
My Jamie fmil'd fweetly, the linnets and thrufhes,
Who chanted their fongs from the jeflamine bullies,
The groves and the plains were fo gay, fo inviting,
They made him forget his ambition for fighting.
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He faid, he would love me, and never would leave
me,
He gave me his hand, that he ne'er would deceive
me,
He fwore he'd no more fhow his foes his refent-
ment,
But live with his Annie in Rural Contentment.
THE GREY COCK.
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Saw ye my father, or faw ye my mother,
Or faw ye my true-love John ?
I faw not your father, I faw nor your mother,
But. I faw your true love John,
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- Its now ten at night, and the .ftars gi'e nae light,
And the bells they ring ding dong ;
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He's met wi' fome delay, that caufeth him to ftay5
Buc he will be here ere long,
The furly au!d carl did naething but fnarl, *
And Johny*s face it grew red ;
Yet tho' he often iigh'd, he ne*er a word reply'd,
Till alt were afleep in bed.
Up Johny rofe, and to the door he goes,
And gently tirled the pin ;
The lalTie taking tent, unto the door (he went,
And ihe open'd and let him in.
And are ye come at laft, and do I hold ye fad ?
And is ray Johny true 1
I have nae time to tell, but fae lang's I like myfell3
Sue lang ihall I love you.
Flee up, flee up, tny bonny grey cock,
And craw when it is day ;
, Your neck fhall be like the bonny beaten gold,
And your wings of the filver grey.
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For he crew an hour o'er foon ;
The laule thought it day, when ihe fent her love
away,
And it was but a blrnk of the raopvn.
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UOWN THE BURN DAVIE, LOVE,
V V HEN traes did bud, and fields were green,
And broom bloom'd fair to fee ;
When Mary was complete fifteen,
And love laugh'd in her ee' ;
Blyth Davy's blinks her heart did move
To fpeak her mind thus free :
41 Gang down the burn Davie, love,
" Down the burn Davie, love,
" Down the burr. Davie> love,
** And foon I'll follow thee ;
" Gang down the burn Davie, love,
*e Down the burn Davie, love,
«* Down the burn Davie, love,
** Gang down the burn Davie, love,,
" And Fll foon follow thee.
Now Davie did each lad furpafs
That dwelt on this burn-fide ;
And Mary was the bonnieft lafs,-
Jufl meet to be a bride.
Blyth Davie's blinks, Sec;- -
Her cheeks were rofy red and white,
Her een were bonny blue,
Her looks were like Aurora bright:,
Her lips like dropping dew.
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As Fate had dealt to him a routh,
Straight, to the kirk he Jed her,
There plighted her his faith and troth,.
And a bonny bride he made her :
No more afham'd to own her love,
Or fpeak her mind thus free ;
u Gang down the burn Davie, iove,
*' Down the burn Davie, love,
** Down the burn Davie, love,
" And I'll foon follow thee ;
i( Gang down the burn Davie, love,
" Down the burn Davie, love,
€C JPmvn the burn Davie, love,
<e Gang down the burn Davie, love,
" And 1*11 foon follow thee-
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\_/ OME now all ye focial pow'rs,
Shed your influence o'er us ;
Crown with joy the prefeut hours,
Enliven thofe before us :
Bring the fia/k, the muflc bring,
Joy ihall quickly find us ;
. Drink and dance, and faugh and Hngj
And call dull care behind us.
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Bring the flafk, the mufic bring,
Joy fliall quickly find us ;
Drink and dance, and laugh and fing,
And caft dull care behind us.
Friendfhip with thy pow'r divine,
Brighten all our features ;
What but friendfhip, love and wine,
Can make us happy creatures.
Bring the flafk, Sec.
Love, thy godhead I adorej
Source of gen'rous pallions ;
But will ne'er bow down before
Thofe idols wealth and fafhions. '
Bring the flafk, 3cc. -
Why the plague fhould we be fad,
Whilft on earth we moulder ;
Whether we're merry, grave or mad,
We ev'ry day grow older.
Bring the flafk, 5cc.
Then fince time will Ileal away,
Spite of all our forrow ;.
Heighten ev'ry joy to day,
And never iisind to-morrow.
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Bring the flaflt the mafic bring,
Joy fhali quickly find us ; -
Drink and dance, and laugh and ftngf.
And leave dull care behind us*
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Bring the flaik, the mufic brings
Joy fhall quickly find us:
Drink and dance, and laugh and fing,
And leave dull care behind us.
WILLIE OF THE DALE*
ji\.S through the fields I chanc'd ftray,.
To hear the linnet's fong,
I men a fhepherd in my way,
The blitheft of the throng.
He ftopt and gave my cheek a pat,
And told a tender tale ;.
' Then ftole a kifs,—but what of that,
'Twas Willie ofthcdale.
" He prefs'd my hand, and talk'd of love
With euctacy divine ;
Nay> fwore he'd ever faithful prove,.
And, if I pleas'd, be mine..
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Soon made my cheeks look pale \
But he declared I need not fear
Young Willy of the dale.
None fure poffsfs fuch charms as he,
To win a maiden's mind ;
He's youthful, witty, gay and free,
And what's ftili roore he's kind ;
For now he meets me ev'ry night,
At which the Iaffes rail,
And vows I am the fole delight
Of Willy of the dale.
THE CHESHIRE-CHEESE.
Tune, Ye gods, you gave to me a wife.
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Cheflnre-man fet fail for Spain",
To deal in merchandize ;
No fooner he arriv'd there, than
A Spaniard he efpies,
Who faid, u You EngliCh dog, look here,
What fruits and fpices fine
Qur land produces twice a-year,
You've no Rich fruit in thine."
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x And brought a Chefliire-cheefe,
Then faid, » You Spanifh dog behold 1
You've no fuch fruits as thefe.
. -*' Ypur land produces twice a year
Rich fruit and fpice you f:iy ;
But fuch as now mv hands do bear-
Our Jand gives twice a-day.
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XxS Jockey was trudging the meadows fo gay,.
So blithe and fo bonny his air ;:
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He met a young Iafs who was going, his way,
Her face, all ib clouded with care ;
He ask d her what,made her fo moping and fad ?
'T\yas pity if .{he were in pain :
ghe figh'd, *« I have loft the very beft lad,
.And I. never fiiall fee him again V
Is he gone to the warsfor full many-a year,.
Quoth Jockey, who troubles you fo ?
" Or elfSi where on earth he can never appear,
. Where you and I furely muft go ?
** No, he's fled ((he reply'd) with another fond fhe».
Tho* to me he was plighted for aye,
O'er the mountains he's gone with another from me*-
And therefore I cannot be gay."
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If that's all, quoth Jockey, your wailing give o'er,
He's a loon, who is rot worth your pain ;
Let him go fmcc he's chang'd, be you wretched no
more,
Nor think of a falfe-hearted fwain :
But take, if you will, for the hid of your heart,
Whom fortune has thrown in your way,
I'll foothe all your grief, and I'll banifh your fmart,
Here I'm ready to do as I fay,
Then he wip'd her bright eyes, and he fung her a
fong,
Her face look'd no longer defpair;
He whtfper*d of love as they faunter'd along,
And fhe thought him a lad worth her care :
She fmil'd and grew pleas'd, late a ftranger to joy,
And Jockey perceiving her kindj
More preffing was grown, and the lafs was lefs coy,
So he drove the falfe loon from her mind.
VAUXHALL BALLAD.
JlN a fycamore lhade, as I fat t'other day,
As blithe as the birds in the grove ;
It happen7 d young Damon was walking that way,
Who often had hinted his love.
I ran to be gone, as I faw him appear, ,
When, kneeling, he beg'd I'd not fiy ;'
So foft were his accents, they bariifh'd my fear,
I could not the fhepherd deny.
<So SON G S:T E R.
: He beg'd me to flay, whilft his wifh he exprefs'd,
And fwore that he meant me no harm ;
My hand to his bofom he eagerly prefs'd,
Which, throbbing:, confefs'd the alarm.
My cheek he declared wore the blufh of the rofe,
My hand with the lily might vie ;
*That my breath was much iVeeter then either of
thofe ;
All this I was forc'd to deny.
He ft" J he fhould languifh, and die with defpair,
Unlefs I requited his love ;
And pray'd me to end all his for row and care,
For truer no fwain e'er could prove ;
He begg'd that a day I would fpeedily name,
And watted to hear my reply ;
My blufhes confefs'd that I felt all-his flame,
Nor could I the fhepherd deny.
Next morn to the church with my Damon I went,
And gave him my hand and my heart ;
E'er fince have my days been in happtnefs fpent,
Which Hymen alone can impart.
Then hear me, ye nymphs, who are youthful and
gay.
From the (hepherd you love never fly ;
The fpring of your lives will too foon glide away ;
Beware, left too oft you deny.
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Sung at Vauxhall.
jLN all mankinds promlfcuous race,
The fons of error urge their chace,
'the wondrous to purfue ;
' And, both in country and in town,
The curious courtier, cit and clown,
Solicit fomething new.
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The poets ftill from, nature take,
And what is ready made they make?
Hiflorians rauft be true :
How therefore lhall we find a road,
Thro? differtatiion, fong, or ode,
To give you fomething hew ?
They fay virginity is fcarce
As anything in profe or verfe,
And fo is honour too ;
The papers of the day imply,
No more than that we live and die,
And. pay for fomething new-
We fee alike tlie woeful dearth
In melancholy, or in mirth ;
What, then, (hall ladies do ?
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Seek virtue as the immortal prize.;'
In fine, be h on eft, and be wife,
For that is fomething new.
THE LAD y's CHOICE OF A HUSBiND.
Written by Mr. T. Adney.
JL'D have a maivof fenfe and air,
. The pride of ev'ry witty fair ;
Genteel in make, in ftature tall,
Polite to me, and good to all*
No powder'd, filly, flatt'ring bean,
Who of good fenfe doth nothing know ;
A man of fcience, fond of books,
Whofe ternper's equal to his look?.
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The pleafing profpe& of oar joy ;
That life a fcene of love may be
To the dear youth-, the world and me.
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And as for wealth, I'll not repine,
If he has none,-I'll give him" mine* :
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If fuch a man youVe got in (tore,
And I'm deferring, fpeak your mind, ' : '
I'll be to faim for ever joined.
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INCE wedlock's In vogue, and ftalc virions
defpis'd, ■ '
To all batchelors greying, thefe lines are prrxr.isV. 5,
l*m a maid that would marry—ah,! could i.-'bst
find .
{I care not for fortune) a man to my mind I . . :
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Not the 'fquire* who can relifh no joys but the
ch-ace ;
Nor the free-thinking rake* whom no' morals' can
bind : *v ,. _
Neither this—that—nor toother's the man to my
mind*
Not the ruby-fae'd fot, who topes world without
end ;
Stor the drone, who can't relifir hts:boitts and
friend ;
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Nor the fool, that's too fond 5 nor the churl that's
Unkind : -
Neither this—»that—nor t'otheF's the man to my
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merit;
Nor the flafh, that's al] fury-without any fpirit ;
Nor the fine matter fribble, the {corn. of mankind ;
Neither thLs-i—that—nor toother's the man to my
mind-
But the youth whom good-fenfe and good-nature
infpire j
Whom the brave muft efteem, and the fair fhould
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joined :
This4 this, and no other's the man to my mind*
Sung in the Wedding Ring,
V-^F woman to tell you my mind,
And I fpeafc from th' experience I've had,
Not two out of fifty you'll find,
Bq they daughters or wives, ?
"But are plagues of their lives,
And enough to make any man mad*.
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The wrong and the right
Being fet in their fight,
They're fure to take hold of the wrong 5
They'll cajole and they'll whimper,
They'll whine and they'll fnivel,
They'll coax, and they'll fimper—
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And fo there's an end to' my fong.
• Sung in the Golden Pipptn.
ET heroes delight in the toils of the war,-
In maims3 blood, and brnifes and blows ;
Not a fvtford, but afword-knot rejoices the fair ;
And what are rough foldiers to beaux ?
Away then^ with laurels ! come beauty and .love,,
And filence the trumpet and drum ;
Let me with foft myrtle my brows bear inwovej
And tenderly combat at home.
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Written by Mr. Prior,.
.Sung at Vauxhall,
F AIR Kitty, beautiful and young,
And wild as colt untara'd,
Befpoke the fair from whence (he fprung,.
With little rage inflam'd ;
Inflam'd with rage at fad reftraint,
Which wife mamma, ordain'd,
And forely vex'd to play the faint,.
While wit and beauty reign'd..
Muft £.ady Jenny friflc about,
And vifit with her coufins ?
At balls muft il*e make all the rout,..
And bring home hearts by dozens;
What has {he better, pray, than I,
What hidden, charms to boaft ;
That all mankind,for her ihould die*.
While I am fcarce a toaft ?
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Bear, dear mamma, for once let me,.
Unchain/d, my fortune try ;
Ell have my earl as well as fhe,
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5ond love prevailed, mamma gave way;
Kitty, at heart's defire,
Obtain'd the chariot for a day,,
And fet the world on fire.
Written by Ambrose Phillips, Efq.
JjLEST as the immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly fits by thee,
And hears and fees thee, all the while*.
Softy fpeak, and fweetly fmile.
'Twas this bereav'd my foul of reft,
And rais'd fuch tumults in my breaft $
Eor while I gaz'd, in tranfport toft,
My breath was gone, my voice was loft!
My bofom glow'd; the fubtle flame
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Ran quick thro* all my vital frame j.
O'er my dim eyes a darknefs hung,.
My ears with hollow, murmurs rung.
In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd>
My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd,
My feeble pulfe forgot to play,
L fainted, funk,. and dy'd away«
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Sung at Ranelagh-
Recitativjs.
J\S Delia, bleft with ev'ry grace,-
Invok'd foft mufic's needlefs aid ;
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Compleatly conquer'd by her face,
Thus gentle iStrephon fmiling faid.
Air. '.
Where partial nature may deny
The pow'r of beauty's melting glance,.
JLet tedious labour toil and try •
To fwell the fong, or form the dance s
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But let your charms alone fuffi.ce,
And trull the mufic of your eyes.
Recitative.
Damon, who chanc'd to overhear,
Thus fpoke, as he approachM more near ;
He flatters, do not truft the fwain,
But Jiften to my honeft ftrain..
Air.
Wonders are told of beauty's pqw'r,
Nor faintly warms the tuneful lay ;
Your voice and perfon ev'ry hour
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By dozens ftcal our hearts away :
Then how trifling is the prize,
Since fops haye ears, and fools have eyes I
Ah ! lovely nymph, indeed to blefs,
Select the worthieft fwain you woa;.
Who, prizing found -and colour lefs,
Admires you for your fenfe alone ;
Then leave all Iktie arts behind,
And ftudy to improve the mtna*
Sung in Buxomi Joah.»
t HE thundVmg drums did beat to battle,
And murm'ring cannons, too, did rattle :
The enemy fiercely afTail'd,
And death with its horrors prevailed.
Heavy moans,
Dying groans,
Cou'd be heard 'midft th^ loudeft alarms!
I fought for your fake,
Made the enemy quake,
And with conqueft return, to your arms*
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Written by'Mr- Lemoike*
j_ J.OW fair is my lovej
As kind as the dove ;
Her temper both lively and gay :
The lily, and rofe,
Upon her cheeks blows,
To give her the fplendour of May,
Her fhape, and her mien,
Proclaim her the c]«;een
Of beauty, of virtue, and truth ;
Her eyes are like jec,
Her teeth neatly fet :
Ye gods ! in the prime of her youth.
Ker voice, like the thrufii,
That fines onthe bufli, /
When meadows look blooming and gay :t
Each nymph and each fwain>
That dance on the plain,
Are charm'd with my Phyllis:s lay.
She cries, don't repine,
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And eafe thy fond bofom of ft.'ife ;
In pleafure's fweec bow'r
We'll pafs ey'ry hour,
While nature fupplies us with, life*
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Written by Mr. W—ll—s-
H
OW happy was I,
When Delia was by ; •
Her prefence rejoiced my heart;
No troubles I knew,
My cares were but few,
Till the time I from Delia did part-
Then how fad the reverfe I
With, pain I rehearfe
The difquiets my mind undergoes ;
Time moves flowly on,
Content I have none ;
Oh ! feel for, and pity my woes.
My fair will be juft,
I can't her miftruft,
Her promife is binding I'm furs ;
,Then why Co lament ?
For fliame, be content
For the prefent, her abfence endure-
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When I Delia fhail fee,
And with her in wedlock be join?d ;
Then how happy my ftate,
I'll not envy the pjreat,
But enjoy, with my fair, peace cf mind.
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I covet not wealth,
But a good mare of health,
For myfelf and the girl I adore:
We'll live at our eafe,
And do as we pleafe ;
Ye gods I what can mortals wifh more,
Sung at Vauxhall.
JX-OUSE Britain's warlike throng,
Sound the trumpet, ftrike the lyre,
Let martial note and fong
Martial order re-infpire.
Peace, to Britain ever dear,
All her charms a while foregoes ;
Britons will no longer bear
Infults from difdainful foes.
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Sound the trumpets ! found again!
Britain claims the martial drain.
See bright honour rear its hedd,
And, while glory leads the band,
Awful war, with folemn tread,
Stalks majeftic thro' the land.
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NUMBERLESS KISSES.
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Sung at Vauihal'l.
EAR Chloe, come give me fweet kiiTes,
-For fweeter no girl ever gave ;
But why, in the tnidft of my bli/Tes,
Do you afk me how many I'd have ?
I'm not to be Hinted in pleafure,
Then, pr'ythee, dear Chloe, be kind ;
Tor fince I love thee beyond meafure,
To numbers I'll ne'er be confined. ,
Count the bees that on Hybla are playing,
Count the flowVs that enamel the fields,
' Count the flocks that on Tempe are ftrayingj
Or the grain that rich Sicily yields ;
Count how many ftars are in heav'n,
Go number the fands on the fhore,
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And when fa many kiffes you've given,
I ftill fliall be alking for more.
To a heart full of love let me hold thee,
A heart which, dear Chloe, is thine;
In my arms I'd for ever enfold thee,
And twift round thy neek like a vine.
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Wbat.joy can be greater than this is !
My life on thy lips ihall be fpent j
But the wretch who can number his ki/Tes,
WiJl always with few be content.
T H E C ON TEN T £ n MI L X. E &•
JLbT a plain, pleafant cottage, conveniently neat,
With a mill and fome meadows, a freehold eft ate ;
A well-meaning miller by labour fupplies
Thofe bl effing s that grandeur to great ones denies;
No pafilons to plague him, no cares to torment,
His conftant companions are health and content ;
Their lordfliips in lace.may take note if they will,
He's honeftj-tho' daub'd with the dufi: of his mill.
Ere the lark's early carols falute the new day,
He fprings from his cottage as jocund as May,
He-chearfully whittles, regardlefs of care,
Or fings the laft ballad'he bought at the fair.
While courtiers are toil'd in the cobwebs of ftate* *
Or bribing elections in hopes to be great,
No fraud of ambition his bofom does fill,
•Contented he works, if there's grift for his mill. .
On Sunday, bedeckM in his homefpun array,
At church ht9s ths loudeft to chaunt or to pray ;
Then fits to a dinner of plain Englifh food,
Tho'.fimple his pudding, his appetite's good;
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At night tvlien the pried arid ^xcifemanare gone*-
He quaffs at the alehoufe with Roger and John, -
Tu-'n reels to his pillow, and dreams of"no ill \
What monarch fo blefs'd as the man of the mill..
THE HONEST FELLOW.
JJ HO ! pox o' this nonfenfe-, I pr'ythee, give
o'er,
And talk of your Phillis and Chloe no more ;
Their face, and their air, and their mien ; what a
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Here's tochee, my lad, pufh the bottle about-
Let finical fops play the fool and the ape,
They dare not confide in the juice of the grape ;.-
But we honed fellows------'fdeath ! who'd ever
think
Of puling for love, while he's able to drink ?
5Tis wine, only wine, that true pleafure beftows ;
Our joys it increafes, and lightens our woes ;
Remember what topers of old us'd to ling,
The man that is drunk, is as great as a king.
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Anacreon's cafes fee, page twenty, fix ;
The precedent's glorious, and juft, by my fbui,
[Lay hold on and drown the young do^ in a bowl-
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What's life but a frolic, a fbng, and a laugh ?
My toaft fhall be this, whilft I've liquor fee quaff;
*' May mirth and good fellowfhip always abound J**
Boys, fill up a bumper, and let it go round.. *
THE CHEARFUL SPRING.
O HARP winter melts, and fpreads'her wing ;
A pleafing change, a fmiling fpring ;
The trees their vary'd bloflbms wear,
And op'ningflow'rs perfume the air ;
-Sweet Philomela tunes her drain,
And warbling charms the luVning plain.
r" The fun encreafes ev'ry round,
The fnow is vanifh'd from the ground,
"With fongs the vocal forefts ring,
All to adorn the chearful fpring ;
The meadows all around are fsen
Cover'd o'er with lovely green.
The dufky clouds .fo fwiftly fly,
And leave behind the azure ,(ky,
The mountains fmile, the hills are gay,
And vallies boaft the pride of May;
The dreams that overflow'd the mounds,
Now gently glide within their bounds.
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Sung at Vauxhali**
W HEN Hobbiaol entreated Doll,
Within the grove to enter,
She hung her head, and blufhing fa id,
She was afraid to venture.
Fjor there poor Nan put faith in man,
And forely does repent her,
Which makes me fear no good is near*
And therefore -will not venture.
His fond requefthe eager preft,
And fwore no harm he meant her ;
By honour fway'd, be not difmay'd,.
But kindly with me venture.
On wedlock bent was all he meant,.
Wou'd that, he faid, concent her ;
To prove me true yon fteeple view,
Say, will my Dolly venture ?
Doubt ftill po/Teft $he damfel's breaft,
Till virtue counfel lent her.
Halle, Iiaite, he cry'd, be made a bride,
And after you may Venture. ,
Doll gave confent, to church they went«> .
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No more a maid, (he's not afraid
With him alorie to venture.
A. PRISON SONG.
VV ELCOME, welcome, brother-debtor-,-
To this poor* but merry place ;
Where no bailiff, dun, nor letter,
Dares to {hew his frightful face :
But, kiad Sir, as you're a ftrangcr,
Down your garnifti you'muft lay,
Or your coat will be in danger ;
You muft either ftrip or pay.
Ne*er repine at your confinement,
From your children or your wife ; .
Wifdom lives in true refignment,
Thro' the various.fcenes of life.
Scorn to fhew the-leaftrefentment,
Tho* beneath phe frowns of fate ; .
Knaves and beggars- find contentment*.
Fears and cares; attend the great.
Tho* our creditors are fpitefu),
And reftrain our bodies here, .
XJfe will make a goal delightful,
Since there's nothing q\Cq to fear*
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SONGSTER. 73,
-Ev'ry iQand's but a prifon,
Strongly guarded by the fea ;
Kings and princes, .for that reafon,.
Pris'ners are, as-well: as we*
What made the great Alexander
Weep at his unfriendly fate ?
Twas becaufe he could not wander
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Beyond this world's ftrong prifon-gate z
For the world is alfo bounded
By the heavens and ftars above ;
Why fliou'd we, then, be confounded,
Since there's nothing free but Jove ? *
THE STRAWBERRY-TALE.
Written by Mr, Nic molls,
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JL 'OTHER day, in the ftrawberry-vale* .
When only my Phillis was there,
I begg'd flie'd attend to my tale,
I loug'd to unbofom my care.
With fmiles, fweet as Flora's in May,
She bid me my pleafure impart.
I-faid, (in a faultering way)
Your eyes have ta'ea captive my heart.-
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The dance and the tabor I (hun,
No reft <on my pillow I -find ;
Believe me, wherever I run,
Your.image ftiU dwells in my mind.
O ! footh the keen anguiih I bear*
Soft pity I read in thine eye ;
Ah! quickly, dear charmer, declare,
If the fhepherd who loves you mull die ?:
O ! this was a moment of blifs ; •
I vow'd to be ever fincere :
Her hand fhe prefented to kifs,
And brighten* d her blufli. with a tear, .
And now, if my fheep are fecure,
I meet her at eve in the dale,
Where fhe wtfhes that flame may endure,
She approved in the Ilrawberry-vale.
Written by Sir Walter. Raleigh,
J^HALL I, like an hermit, dwell
On a rock, or in a cell,
GaUiug home the fmdleft part
Th;u is.miffing of my heart,
To bellow it where I may
Meet a rival every day ?.
S ON G8TE R. 8,
If fhe undervalues me,
What care I how fair fhe be I
Were her trefles angel gold ;
If a ftranger may be bold,.
Unrebukedj unafraid,
To convert them ro a braid,.
And, with a little more ado,
Work them into bracelets too;
If the mine be grown lb free,
What care I how rich it be ?
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Were her hands as rich a prize
As her hairs, or precious eyes ;
If fhe lay them out to take
KifTes for good-manners fake ;
And let every lover (kip
From her hand unto her lip ;
If (he feem not chafte to- me,
What care I how chafte fhe be ?
No ; fhe muft be perfect fnow,
In effect, as well as fliow,
Warming but as fnow-balls do,
. Not like fire, by burning too :
But when fhe by change hath got
To her heart a fecond lot ;
Then, if other? fhare with me,
. Faxcwel her, whate'er Q;e be. r
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A F R E E MAS 0 X*S SONG.
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W HEN" quite a young fpark,-.
I was in the dark,
And wanted to alter my ftation ;.
I went to a friend,
Who prov'd, in the end*
A free and an accepted mafon.
At a door he then knock'd,
Which quickly unlock'd,
When he bid me to put a good face on?,
„ And not be afraid,
For I fliould be made
A free and an accepted mafon..
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My wifhss were crown'd,
And a.matter I found,
Who made a mpft folemn oration;.
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"Then ihew'd me the light,
And gave me the right
Sign, token, and word, of a mafpn«..
How great my amaze,
When I firttfaw. the blaze 5
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.And ftruck with the myftic eccafion!
Aftonifh'd ! I found,
Tho' free, I was bound
To a free add an accepted mafon.
When clothed in white,
I took great delight
In the work of this noble vocation:
* And knowledge I gain'd,
When the lodge he explained
Of a free and an accepted mafon.
I was bound, it appears,
For feven long years,
Which to me is of trifling duration:
With freedom I ferve,
And llrain ev'ry nerve
To acquit myfelf like a good mafon*
A bumper then fill
With an hearty good will,
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To our matter .pay due veneration;
Who taught us the art
We ne'er will impart,
Unlefs to an accepted mafon.
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A BUCK'S SON -G*
w OULD you tafle the perfume of the morn,
While the dew-drops befpangle the thorn ;
Hark, away, when the founds
Of the merry-mouth'd hounds
•Keep time with -the mellow-ton'd horn ;
Ere Phoebus with round ruddy face
The tops of the mountains fhall grace,
To the fports of the day
.Brother Bucks hafte av/ay,
Purfue with new vigour the chace.
It was Nimrod, thejovial and gay,
Who firft taught us to hunt for the prey 5
And with full-flowing bowls
- To enliven our fouls,
. And joyoufly finifh the day ;
Due homage theii pay at his fhrine,
Pour mighty libations of wine ;
Fill up to the brink,
To his rnem'ry let's drink,
Proclaim our great founder, divine.
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TH2 MARRIED MAN.
Jt_ AM. raarry'd, and happy ; with wonder hear
this,
Ye rovers, and rakes of the age,
Who laugh at the mention of conjugal blifs,
And who only loofc pleafures engage :
You may laugh, but believe mc you're all in the
wrong
Wl*en you merrily marriage deride ;
For to marriage the permanent pleafures belong,
And in them we can only confide.
¥he joys which from lawlefs connections arife,
Are fugitive, never flncere ;
Oft ftolen with hafte, or fnatch'd by furprize*
Interrupted by doubts and by fear;
But thofe which in legal attachment we fincf,'
When the heart is with innocence pure,
Arfi from ev'ry imbitt'ring reflection refin'rf, '•
And to life's latefl hour will endure. ' '
The love which ye boaft of, deferves not that nam;, -
True love is with femiraent join'd ;
But yours is a pafliori, a fevcrifh flame,
Rais'd without the ponfent of the mind.
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When, dreading confinement, ye raiftrefles hire,
With this and with that ye are cloy'd ;
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Ye are led, and milled, by a flatt'ring falfe lire,
-And are oft,by that fire deftroy'd.
If you afk me from whence my felicity Sows;' ".,
My anfwer is fliort—from a ttife ;
Who for chearfulnefs, fenfe, and goodrnature I
chofe,
Which are beauties that-charm us for life.
To make home tlie feat of perpetual delight,
Ev'ry hoUf each (ludiesto feize;
And we find ourfelves happy from morning to*
night,
By our mutual endeavours to pleafe.
. . Sung in tlie Royal Shepherd.
* V O.W-S of love fhould ever bind
Men who are to-honour true ;
They muft have a favage mind#
Who refufe the fair (their .due*
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Who. from conftancy do fwerve i
So may ev'ry nymph agree
All fuch faithlefs fwains to fcrvc-
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1 SAUOi's SONG.
C^N Oia England^" blett ihore
We are landed once more,
Secure from the florins of. the mam y
'For great George, and his eaufe,
For our country and.laws,
We have conquer'd, andwill do agaio.
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.Where.the fun's orientfray
Firfl opens the day, . .
On India's extended.domain,.,
The fwarthy- fac'd foes.
Who dar'd to.oppofe,.
Welxaye conquer'd, and will do again*.
Gome, my brave hearts of oak,
Let us drink',-iing, afcd joke,
While here on the ihore we remain ;.
When our country .demands,
With hearts and with hands,
We are. ready to conquer again-
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A PASTORAL,
Sung at Vauihali,.
ye green fields and fweetgrove^
Where Fhillis engag'd my fond heart ; ^
"Where nightingales warble their loves,
And nature is drefs'd without art":
No pleafure ye now can afford,
Nor mufic can lull rae to reft ;
For PhilHs proves falfe to her word,
And Strephon can never be bleft.
Oft-times, by the fide of a fpring,.
Where rofes andlillies appear,
Gay Fhillis of Strephon would &iigf
For Strephon was all fhe held dear:
' But as foon as fhe found, by my eyes,
The paffion that glow'd in my breaftj.
She then, to my grief and furprize,
Prov'd all fhe had faid was a jeft.
Too late, to my forrow, I find,
The beauties alone that will laft,
Are thofe that are fix'd in the mind,
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Which envy cr time cannot blaft :
Beware, then, beware how ye truft
Coquettes, who to love make pretence ;
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i r*or Phiilis to me had been ;ufl,
3 If nature had blefs'd-her with feafs.
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11 AIL) mafonry, thou craft divine I
Glory of earth from heav'n reveal'd ;
Which doft with jewels precious fhine, • ■<
!From all but mafons* eyea concealed ;
The praifes due who can rehcarfe,
In nervous profe, or flowing verf^ I
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As men from brutes diilinguinVd are* • •
A maTon other men-excels;
For what's in knowledge choice and rare, •
But in his breaft fecurely dwells I
His filent breaft,- and faithful heart,
Preferve the fecrets of the art.
From fcorching heat and piercing cold,
From beafts whofe roar the forefl rends,
From the aiTaults of warriors fcold,
The mafon's art mankind defends ;.
[Be to this art due honour paid,
From which mankind receives fuch aid.
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Ye are led, and mtiled, by a flatt'rrng falfe fire,
And are oft by that fire dcftroy'd.
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If you afk me from whence my felicity flows; .
My anfwer is fhort—from a xvife ;
Who for chearfulnefs, fenfe, and good-nature I
chofe,
Which are beauties that-charm us for life.
To make home the feat of perpetual delight,
Ev'ry hour each iludies to feize;
And we find ourfelves happy from morning to
night,
By our mutual endeavours to pleafe.
. Sung in the Royal Shepherd.
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O WSof love mould ever bind
Men who are to-honour true ;
They muft have a favage mind*
Who refufe the fair.their due.
Scorn'd and hated may they be,
Who from conftancy do fwerve^
So may ev'ry nymph agree
AH fuch faithlefs fwains to ferve.
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a. sailor's somc.
C_|n Old England's bled (tore
We are landed once more,
Secure, from th&ftorms of. the main y
For great George, and his caufe,
For our country and.laws,
We have conquered, and will do agaiiL.
Where the fun's orient'ray
Firft opens the day, .
On India's extended domain,,
The fwarthy- fac'd foes.
Who dar'd tooppofe, .
We have conqu^r'd, and will do again-.
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Come, my brave hearcs of o«ik,
Let us drink,-Ting, ar-d joke,
While here on the Uiore we remain ;.
When our country .demands,
With hearts and with hands,
We are, ready to conquer again.
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A PAS TO RALi
Sung at Vauhaui .. .. ;.,
JF AREWELL, ye green fields afi'd: fweet gnvftf*
Where Fhillis engaged my fond heart ; -J!
"Where nightingales warble their loves,
And nature is drefs'd without art";
No pleafure ye now can affordv
Nor roufic can lull me to reft ;
For Phillis proves falfe to her word,
And Strephon can never be bleft.
Oft-times, by the fide of a fpring,.
Where rofes andlillies appear,
Gay Fhillis of Strephon would ling,
For Srrephon was all (he Held dear:
But as foon as {he found, by my eyes,
The paffion that glow'd in my breaft,
She thenj to my grief and furprize,
Prov'd all (he hadfaid was a jeft.
Too late, to my forrow, I find,
The beauties alone that will laft,
Are thofe that are fix'd in the mind,
Which envy or time cannot blaft :
Beware, then, beware how ye truft
Coquettes, who to love make pretence ;
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For Phillis to me had been juft,
If nature had blefs'd her with feofe*
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H ATI^, mafonry, thou craft divine I
Glory of earth from heav'n reveaPd ;
Which doft with jewels precious (hine, ■ < '
From all but mafons* eyes concealed ;
The praifes due who can rehearfe,
In nervous profe, or flowing verfe !
As men from brutes •diflinguuVd are,
A maTon other men*excels;
For what's in knowledge choice and rare,
But in his breaft fecurely dwells !
His filenc breaft,- and faithful heart,
Preferve the fecrets of the art.
From fcorching heat and piercing cold,
From beads whofe roar the forcil rends,
From the aiTaults of warriors bold,
The mafon's art mankind defends ;.
Be to this art due honour paid,
From which mankind receives fuch aid*
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Enffgns of ftate that feed our pride-,
Diftinctions troublefonie and vain !
By mafons true are laid aftde;
Arts free-bora fans fuch toys dlfdaia*.
Ennobled by the name they bear*
Diftinguifh'd by the badge they wear..
Sweet fellow (hi p9 from envy free,
Friendly converfe of brotherhood^
The lodge's lading cement be 1
Which has for ages.firmly flood*.
A lodge thus built, for ages pad
Has lafted, and wilL ever laft.
Then in our fengs be juftice done*
To thofe who. have enrich'dthe arfi4_
From Adam to great Lcven down,
And let each brother bear a.part;
Let our grand-mafter's health go rounds,.,
His praife in ev'ry lodge refound.
THE FRIAR AHO.NUSJ-A.CAHT AT A. .
RECirATirt;
AN Paris city, they report For truth,
There dwelt an active prieftin prime of youth?;
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And in the convent, as fome others fay*
There hVd a nun a* blooming as the May:
The rev'rend father figh'd for her in vain,
He dar'd.not openly his lave explain ;.
Her beauty fann'd the embers.of,defire,
But looks auftere quite daro'p'd the riling fire*.
At length kind fortune did his withes blefs,.
For the fair nun came to him to confefs ;,
With great.devotion.(he her-forehead fign'd,,
And thus reveal'd the troubles of her.mind;..
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Holy father.* believe, for.my forrows I grieve,.
And fincerely repent each trangreffion ?
One fault, above all> my mind does enthral,
And torments mcrfurpaffing. expreflioh.
Tho* to Heaven I'm bound*, yet.Cupid has found
The method to lead me aftray ;
Alas I I am frail, for love would prevail,:
Tho? confeience cryfd, fternly, Stay, Gary.,.
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The jolly prieft, as near the fair he flood,
Feels genial warmth fUr up his youthful blood ;
Then fmiling on the lovely fuppliant fair, .
He chuck'd her chin, and bade her not defjianv
I.know no harm there is in love^ he faid,
Each fex> my. dear, was for the other made ;
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The church ordains it, and you do, no fault:,
If to the church you yield-up what you ought;
But 'tis <i fin4f any one fhould feaft
Upon thofe charms ualefs he is a prieft.
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Confider how happy will be your condition,-.,
If once you will form a refolution
To bed'with a prelate—You need no-contrition,-
For prelates can give abfolution :
Then yield to my arms thy ravifhing charms,
Permit me your beauties to rifle ; .
You know I can blefs you, as well" as confefs you 5
Eefides, it is only-a-trifle..
Sang in Thomas and. Sall.v.
W ERE: T as poor as wretch can bey.
As great as any monarch, he,
Ere on fuch terms Pd mount his throne,
I'd work my fingers tathc bone.
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Grancme but innocence and health ; ,
Ah ! what is grandeur linkM to vice ?. V
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■Written by' Mr. Chjrchiii,
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Jolly brrffc taf j but a little time fince,
As bold as a beggar, as drunk as a prince,
Fell foal of an ale-houfe, and thinking it fin
tT6 pafs without calling, reel'djovially in.'
Derry down; &c.
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Scarce feated was he, when the landlord pafsM
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With pudding and .beef} which attracted Jack's
eye ;
By the main-mad, a fail, boys ! then he leapt from
his place,
And grafping his bludgeon, gave orders for
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Derry down, &c«
Now it happened together fome Frenchmen were
met,
Refolving foup-meagre and frogs to forget,
Convinc'd of their error, commanded this1 feaft
To be dreft and ferv'd up in the old EnglxjQa.;
tafte.
•Derry down, Sec,
At the heels of the landlord thefailor appears,
And makes the room ring with three BritiflL
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Then he fits himfelf down, without further de-
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bate?
And claps an old quid ia. his next neighbour's
plate.
Derry down, &c-
Sure nothing could equal the Frenchmen's lux-
. prize,
When theyfhrugg'd up their fhoulders, and turn'A.
up their eyes ;
From one dropt a ha, and the other a hem,
All gap'd at the landlord,, the landlord at them*.
Derry down, &c.'
One, more bold than the reft,'by his brethren'sad*
▼ice,
Made a freaking attempt to come in for a flice ^
Jack, cutting bis hand, quickly gave him a check*.
Cry'd, Down with your arms', or I'll loon fweep.
the deck*
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Derry down, &c.
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The landlord enrag'd, now approach'd from afar,
And freaking behindj feiz'd the arms of-the tar 5.
I have him, fays he; blithe couM fay no more,
;gre he found his 'dull pate where his heels ftoodbe--
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The landlord thus fprawling, the Frenchmen u-
nite,
Each takes-up his knife and prepares for die fight;
Of quarters, cries Jack, I would not have you
think ;
Strike, ftrike, you frag-eaters, urike, ftrikc, or you
link.
, Derry down, &c.
So faying, he handled his trufty oak ftick,
And pour'd in his broad-fide fo ftout and /b
thick 4.
So well play'd his part, in a minute, that four
Were decently laid with their hoft on the floor.
Derry down, &c».
The reft all difma.y*d at their countrymen's fate, ~
For fear that Jack's (lick fhould alight on their
pate,
AcknowIedg*d him vi<5tor, and lord of the main,
With*I humbly intreating to bury their flain.
Derry down, &c.
Three cheers then, he gave, but infifted thai
they,
For the beef, for the pudding and porter ftould
pay ;
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They agreed; fo the failor* reelM off. with his
wench, '
And fung as he reePd, Down, down with the
French."
Derry down, &c,
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o RPHEUS, with his lute, made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow the tnfe Ives, when he did fing ;
To his mufic, plants and flowers
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Ever fprung, as fun and lbowers
There had made a lading i'pring.
Ev^ry thing that heard him play,
E'eQ the billows of the Tea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by i
Iaiweet muGcisfuch art,
Killing care, or grief of heart,
* Fall afleep, or hearing die.
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I Sang in the Eibctiok.
I Wh 11. E happy in 017 native land,
I I boaft ray country's charter 5
■ I'll never bafely lend my hand,
I Her liberties to barter.
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I The noble mind is not at all
1 By poverty degraded ;
v'Tis guilt alone can make us fall,
I And well I am perfuaded,
IEach free-born Briton's fong fhould be,
I Or give me death or liberty.
ITho' fmall the pow'r which fortune grants,
I And few the gifts ihe fends us ;
JThe lordly hireling often wants
9 That freedom that defends us.
fey law fecur'd from lawlefs ftrife,
8 Our houfe is our caftellum.
BThus blefs'd with all that's dear in life,
I For lucre, fball we' fell 'em ?
|jo—ev'ry Briton's fong fhould be,
1 Or give me death or liberty.
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WHAT IS THAT TO YOU ; A SCOTCH SOHC
SungatVAUKHALL.
JVJLy Jeany and I have toil'd
The live-long fummer'.s day,
Till we were almoft fpoil'd,
At making of the hay.
Her kerchy was of holland clear,
Ty'd to her bonny brow ;
I whlfper'd fomething in her ear ; .
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But what is that to youi
Her (lockings were of kerfey green,
And tight as ony filk ;
O, fie a leg was never feen !
Her fkin was white as milk.
Her hair was-black as ane could wifh,
And fweet, fweet was her tnou \
Ah! Jeany daintily can kifs;
. But what is that to you ?
• The rofe and lily baith combine
To make my Jeany fair :
There is nac benifon like mine,
I have amaift nae care. '
But when another fwain, my fair,
■ Shall fay youVc fair to view ;
Let Jeany whifper in his ear,
Fray what is that to you ?
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Sung in the Oracle.
V V O UL D you with her you love be bleft,
Ye lovers, thefe inftructlons mind, " '
Conceal the paffion in your breaft,
Be dumb, infenfible, and blind:
But when with gentle looks you meet,
And fee-the artlefs bluihes rife,
Be filent, loving, and difcreet;
The oracle no more implies,
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When once you prove the maid uncere,
Where virtue is with beauty join'd ;
Then boldly like yourfelves appear, ..
No more infenfible, or blind :
Pour forth the tranfports of your heart,
And fpeak your foul without difguife 5
*Tis fondnefs, fondnefs muft impart;.
The oracle no more implies.
Tho* pleafing, fatal is the fnare,
That ftill entraps all womankind"*;
Ladies, beware, be wife, take care,
Be deaf, infenfible, and blind :
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But fhould fome fond deferving youth.
Agree to join in Hymen's ties,,
Be tender, conftant, crown his truth ;,
The oracle no more implies.
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Written by Soaȣ Jennyns, Efq. l
A O O plain, dear youth, thefe tell-tale cyw
My heart your own declare,
But for heav'n's fake let it.fufEce
You reign triumphant there. y<J"-EP'^ f
Forbear your utmoft pow'r to try*!"1*/ ^Kj^lJ
Nor farther urge Jour fway j V^"-S>\>/
Frefs not for-what I mufrdeny,. ^--,■ >^
For fear I fhould obey.
Could all your arts fuccefsful prove*
Would you a maid undo,
Whofe greateft failing is her love,
Aqd that her love of you ?
Say, would you ufe that very pow'r
You from her fondnefs claim,
To ruin, in one fatal hour,
- A life of.fpotlefs fame ?
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Ah I ceafe, my dear, to dp an ill*
< Becaufe perhaps you may ;
But rather try your utmoff fkill
To fave cae,.than betray.
Be you yourfelfmy virtue's guard,
v - Defend, and not purfue ;
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Knee 'tis a taflc for me too hard,
To fight with love and you,
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Sung ia the Mafque of A l f r e d.
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J|L F thofe who live in fhepherd's bow'r,
Prefs not the gay and (lately bed ;
The new-mown hay and breathing flow'r
Afofter couch benearh them fpread.
If thofe who fit at fhepherd's board,'
Soothe not their tafte with wanton art;.
They take what nature's gifts afford,
Ajid take it with a chearful heart.
If thofe who drain the fiiepherd's bowl,
No high andfparkling wine can boaft ;
With wholefome cups they chear the foul*
And crown them with the village toaft.
If thofe who join in fiiepherd's fport,
Dancing on the daify'd ground,
Have not the fplendor of a court,
Yet love adorns the merry round.
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H ARKS the huntfraan's began to found the:
flirill horn,
Come quickly unkennel the hounds :
*Tis a beautiful, glittering, golden-ey*d-morn,
We'll chace the fox over the grounds.
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See ! yonder fits reynard, fo crafty and fly ;
Come faddlc your courfers apace :
The hounds have a fcent, and are.all' in full cry 5.
They long to be giving him chace*
The horferaea are mounted, the fteeds feel. the.
fpur,
And fwifcly they fcour it along ;
Rapid after the for runs each muiical cur ;
Follow, follows my boys, is the fong.
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O'er mountains and vallies they fkim it away, .
Now reynard's almofc out of fight;
'Burfooner than lofe him, they'd fpend the whole
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In hunting—for that's their delight.
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He's fo tir'd, poor rogue, down he lies ;
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Now ftarts up afreih—young Snap has him faft ;
fee trembles, kicks, ftruggles, and dies.
A FAVOURITE S O N «.
J3 ELIEVE my figh's, my tears,, my dear,
Believe the heart you've won ;
Believe my vows to you ffncere, -.
Or, Peggy, I'm undone :
You fay I'm fickle, apt to change .
At every.face that's new ;
Of all the girls I ever faw,
I ne'er lov'd one like you. .
My heart was once a flake of ice, "
Till thaw'd by your bright eyes ;
Then warm'd and kindled in a trice
A flame that never dies :
Then take and try. me, and you'll 6nd
A heart that's kind and true ;
Of all the girls I ever faw,
I ne'er lov'd one like you.
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Written by - Mr* Cong ute.
B I O U S Selinda. goes to pray'rs,
If I but alk the favour *
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And yet the tender fool's m tears,
When the believes I'll leave her. -
Wou'd I wete free from this reftraint, .
Or elfe had hopes to win her ;
Wou'd.ilie could make of me a faint>
Or I of her a finner.
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A BACCHANALIA?* SONG*.
YYE'I-L drink, and we'll never have done, bdys#»
Put the glafs then around with the fun, boys ;,
Let Apollo's example invite us,
For he's drunkev'ry night,
That makes him fo bright,
That he's able next morning to light us.
Drinking's a Chriftian diversion,
Unknown to the Turk and the Perfian ; .
Let Mahometan fools.
Live by heathenifli rules,
And dream o'er their tea-pots and coffee ;
While the brave Britons fing,
And drink health to the king,
And a fig for their futon-and lopby-
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Written by. Mr. Budg.uu
VV H Y will FJnrella, when I gate,.
My raviAVd eyes reprove ?
And hide 'em from the only face
They can behold with love ?
To fhun her fcorn, r.nd eafe ray-care,.
I feek .» nymph more kind ;
And while I rove from fair to fair,
Still gentle ufage find.
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But oh ! how faint is ev'ry joy,
Where nature has no part ;
New beauties may my eyes employ*-
But you engage my heart..
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So reftlefs exiles, doom'd to roam,
Meet pity ev'ry where ; .
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Yet languifh for their native home,.
Tho* death attends them there.
\_y UPID, god of pleaficg angBifh*
Teach the endmouf'd fwain to languifh,
Teach him fierce defires to know.
Heroes would be loft in ftory,
Did not love infpire their glory,
Love does all that's great below*.
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A MARTIAL SONG.
Written by Mr. M a.v o r.
JL O arms, to arms !' Britannia calls 5
Awake, ye fov'reigr.s of the main. ;
Lo • treachery bids the faithlefs Gauls
Prefume upon your native reign.
Rule, Britannia ; Britannia, rule the waxes 51 .
Britons never will be flaves.
Gan free-born fpirit fink fo low,
To fhudder at a race of flaves ?
- Will Britifh prowefs tamely bow,
And quit the empire of the wayes ?
Rule, Britannia, 5cc;
Thb* folly's bafe, inglorious fway>.
Thy once unclouded annals (lain ;
If wifdom pointed, out the way,
Thy fons their fplendor would regain.-
Rule, Britannia, Sec
A Chatham, fir'd with hoaeft rage,
Would roufe the courage of this ifle \
Blot paft difgrace from mem'ry's page,
And make expiring commerce faille*.
Rule, Britannia, &e. .
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S O N G S T E R. 107
Thrice bled the man, ordain'd to fave
Thefe nations, in this dreary hour ;
To wake the flame thac Heav'n firft gave,
Diipel our fears, and raife our pow'r.
Rule, Britannia, &c.
Till htaving furges ceafe to roar,
His praife fhali grace the roll of fame?
When future ages fed no more
Ourprefent weaknefs, and our fhame.
Rule, Britannia ; Britannia, rule the waves ;
Britons never will be Haves.
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A WE L C H S O W G.
V_y O T'fplutter o'nails,
Hur was come from North Wales,
To try hur good fortune in .London-;
But oh ! hur poor heart,
Hur fears, for hur part,
Alas ! hur for ever is undone*
For as hur was coing,
With Shenkin and Owen,
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To pray to goot Tavit hur faint, Sir ;
A young tamfel hur met,
Put hur all in a fweat,
Goot lack hur was ready to faint, Sir*
xeS S O N G S T E R.
So pvlght was hur eyes*
As the liars in-the. ikies,
" Hur lips were like r'upies fo fine, Sir *
Hur cheeks were o'erfpread
With a fweet white and ied,
She look't like an angel divine, Sir.
When fhe fpoke, how hur voice
Made hur pofemc rejoice I
So charming and prafe were hur words, Sir ;
The wood-lark, or thrufh,
That ling on a pufli,
No accents fo fweet can afford, Sir.
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Since that lucklefs hour,
So creat is love's power,
Hur croans and fays nothing put Heigh day I
Put her paffion, hur fear,
Hur can never declare*
For the lafs was as crand as a lady.
Yet true lovers all,
When you hear of hur fall,1
O'er her crave fhed a tear out of pity ;
For fo earneft her crieves,
Hur fhall tie, hur believes,
And fo there's an end to hur ditty.
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SUDg at-R.lNELAGH.
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O eafe his heart, and own his flame,
.Blithe Jockey to young Jenny came ;
I But, tho' flie lik'd him .pacing weel,
She carelefs turn'd her fpinning-wheel.
Her milk-white hand he did eito'l,
And prais'd her fingers long and fmall ;
Unufual joy her heart did feel,
But Rill fbe turn'd her fpianing-wheel.
Then round about her flender waift
He clafp'd his arms, and her embrac'd .
To kifs her hand he down did kneel;
But yet Ihe turn'd her fpinning-wheel.
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.With gentle voice fiie bid him rife;
He bleft her neck, her lips, and eyes :
Her fondnefs flie could fcarce conceal ;
Yet ftill flie turn'd her fpinning-wheel.
Till, bolder grown, fo cloi'e he* prefs'd,
His wanton thought fhc quickly guefs'd;
Then pufh'd him from her rock and reel,
And angry turnM her fpinning-wheel.
Atlafl, when flie began to chide,
He fwore he meant her for his bride :
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'Twas then her love fhe did reveal,
And flung away her fpinning-wheel.
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L A BO U R IN VAIN.
J.N purfuit of forae Iambs from my flocks that had
flray'd,
Or . morning I rang'd o*er the plain ;
But;, r.las ! after all my refearches were made,
I perceiv'd that my labour was vain. ^
At length growing hopelefs my lambs to reftore,
I refolv'd to return back again ;
It was ufelefs, I thought, to feek after them more,
Since I found that my labour was vain.
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On this my return, pretty Phebe I faw,
And to love her I could not refrain ;
To folicit a kifs, I approach'd her with awe,
But fhe told me my labour was vain.
But, Phebe, (I cry'd,) to my fuit lend an ear,
And let me no longer complain.
;She reply'd, with a frown, and an afpcdl fevere,
Young Colin, your labour's in vain.
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Then I eagerly clafp*d her quite clofe to my breaft/
And kifs'd her, and kifs'd her again ;
O, Colin (file cry'd,) if you're rude, I proteft
That your labour mall (till be in vain.
Atlengtjj, by entreaties, by kiffes, and vows,
Companion (he took on my pain ;
She now has confented to make me her fpoufe,
So nojonger I labour in vain.
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Sung at Vauxhall.
JjO'UND the fife—beat the drum-------to my
ftandard repair,
All ye lads who will conquer or die ;
At requeft of my fex, as a captain I'm here,
The men's courage and valour to try ;
'Tis your king and your country now call for your
aid,
And the ladies command you to go ;
By me they announce it> and you, who're afraid,
Or refufe, our vengeance fhail know.
Then flrft to the fingle— thefe things I declare*
So each maiden moft firmly decrees,
Not a kifs will be granted, by black, brown, or
fair;
Not an ogle, a figh, or a fquceze.
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U2 S ON GSTER.
To the married—ifjthey but look glum, or fay,
no,
Should the monfieur dare blufter or huff, .
We've determined, neni. con. that their fore-heads
/hall fhew-------
A word to the wife is enough.
Thefe. punifhments we've in terrorem proclaimed ;
But (till, Humid your courage be lacking.
As our dernier refbrt, this refolve fhall be nam'd,
Which egad ! will foon fend you a packing,
We'll the breeches aflume ■ 'pon ray honour 'tis
true !-------
So determine, maids, widows, and wives ;
Firft we'll march------beat the French-------then
march back, and beat you
Aye, and wear 'era the reft of our lives.
A FAVOURITE SONG.
X^l O nymph that trips the verdant plains
With Sally can compare ;
She wins the hearts of all the fwains,
And rivals ail the fair ;
The beams of Sol delight and chear,
While fummer feafons roll ;
But Sally's fmiles can all the year
Oive pleafure to the foul.
SONGSTER; •• ny.
When from the eaft the morning ray
Illumes the world below,
Her prefence b
