From the "Myrtle and the Vine." D'YE mind me? I once was a sailor, If I lie, may I go for a tailor! But a thousand fine sights I have seen: I've been cramm'd with good things like a wallet, And I've guzzled more drink than a whale; But the very best stuff to my palate Is a glass of your English good ale. Your doctors may boast of their lotions, When my trade was upon HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN. R. B. SHERIDAN. From the comedy of the "School for Scandal. ” HERE'S to the maiden of bashful fifteen, Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean, Drink to the lass, I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize, Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow, For let her be clumsy, or let her be slim, THIS BOTTLE'S THE SUN OF OUR TABLE. R. B. SHERIDAN. From the comic opera of "The Duenna." THIS bottle's the sun of our table, We planets that are not able Let mirth and glee abound; THE BROWN JUG. From the opera of the "Poor Soldier," by J. O'KEEFE. The song itself is a paraphrase DEAR Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale It chanc'd, as in dog-days he sat at his ease His body, when long in the ground it had lain, And with part of fat Toby he form'd this brown jug, THE WINDS WHISTLE COLD. From the opera of "Guy Mannering." DANIEL TERRY, born 1780, died 1828. THE winds whistle cold, And the stars glimmer red; The flocks are in fold, And the cattle in shed. When the hoar frost was chill Upon moorland and hill, And was fringing the forest-bough, Our fathers would troul The bonny brown bowl; And so will we do now, Jolly hearts! And so will we do now. Gaffer Winter may seize They laugh'd at the cold, When Boreas was bending his brow; For they quaff'd mighty ale, And they told a blithe tale; And so will we do now, And so will we do now. A GLASS IS GOOD. From O'KEEFE's farce of the "Sprigs of Laurel." The music by WILLIAM SHIELD. A GLASS is good, and a lass is good, A bottle is a very good thing, With a good deal of good wine in it; For a glass is good, and a lass is good, A friend is good when you're out of good luck, For a justice good the haunch of a buck, With such a good present you'll buy him: For a glass is good, and a lass is good, MAY WE NE'ER WANT A FRIEND. THOMAS DIBDIN. The music by JOHN DAVY. SINCE the first dawn of reason that beam'd on my mind, And impart to who wanted what I wanted not. 'Tis a maxim entitled to ev'ry one's praise, When a man feels distress, like a man to relieve him; And my motto, though simple, means more than it 66 says, May we ne'er want a friend, nor a bottle to give him!" The heart by deceit, or ingratitude rent, Or by poverty bow'd, though of evils the least, The smiles of a friend may invite to content, And we all know content is an excellent feast. "Tis a maxim entitled to ev'ry one's praise, When a man feels distress, like a man to relieve him; And my motto, though simple, means more than it says,— 'May we ne'er want a friend, nor a bottle to give him!" 66 A BUMPER OF GOOD LIQUOR. From the "Duenna," by R. B. SHERIDAN. Set as a trio by LINLEY. A BUMPER of good liquor |