What revel rout Is kept about, In ev'ry corner where we go, We will o'er see, And merry be, And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho! When lads and lasses merry be, With possets and with juncates fine; We eat their cakes and sip their wine. The wine runs short, The blushing cheeks with anger glow; Their cakes they miss, And shriek, who's this? We answer nought, but ho, ho, ho! By wells and rills, in meadows green, Who haunt the nights, The hags and goblins do us know; And beldames old Our feats have told, So frolic it, with ho, ho, ho! SONG. Miss WALKER. Come, Hope, thou queen of endless smiles, For joyful hope inhabits there. Arnold. Boccherini. Mazzoni. Haydn. Handel. (Accompanied on the Violoncello by Mr. REINAGLE.) But O, sad virgin, that thy pow'r Might raise Musæus from his bow'r, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing And made hell grant what love did seek. CONCERTO, 9th, Geminiani. Corelli. GLEE. Masters TIDMAN ard CARTER, and Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL. Hark! the lark at heav'n's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins to arise, His steeds to water at those springs, On chalic'd flow'rs that lie: And winking Mary buds begin SONG. Mrs. SALMON. (By particular desire.) In sweetest harmony they liv'd, Nor death their union could divide: Cooke. Handel. The pious son ne'er left the father's side, A loss too great to be surviv'd! FINALE. Van Maldere. What tho' I trace each herb and flow'r, That drinks the morning dew, Did I not own JEHOVAH's pow'r, GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Mr. LIDDELL. Callcott. Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear That mourns thy exit from a world like this; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stay'd thy progress to the seats of bliss. No more confin'd to grov'ling scenes of night, CONCERTO. SONG. Miss WALKER. Henry cull'd the flow'ret's bloom, Marian lov'd the soft perfume; Had playful kiss'd, but prudence near, Whisper'd timely in her ear, "Simple Marian, ah! beware, "Touch them not, for love is there." GRAND CONCERTO, 5th. Avison. Sacchini. Handel. ACT II. OVERTURE. Haydn. DUETT. Master TIDMAN and Mr. LIDDELL. Could a man be secure that his life would endure, What acts might he know, what deeds might he do! |