FIFTEENTH CONCERT,

TUESDAY, MARCH 8, 1808.

ACT I.

OVERTURE, Ptolomy.

Handel.

GLEE. Mrs. SALMON, Mess. GOSS, HALDON,

and BELLAMY.

Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows,

'Mang moors an' mosses many-o, The wintry sun the day has clos'd,

And I'll awa' to Nannie-o.

The westlin wind blaws loud and shrill,
The night's both dark and rainy-0;
But I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal,
And o'er the hills to Nannie-o.

Knyvett.

My Nannie's charming, sweet, and young,
No artful wiles to win ye-o;

May ill befal the flatt'ring tongue
That would beguile my Nannie-o.

Her face is fair, her heart is true,
As spotless as she's bonnie-o;
The op'ning daisy, 'wet with dew,
No purer is than Nannie-ọ.

Come weel, come woe, I care na' by',
I'll take what heav'n will send me-o,
No other care in life have I,

But live and love my Nannie.o.

SONG. Miss BOLTON.

O'er the brake, and o'er the mountain,
Near the rill, or near the fountain,
All my hopes are fix'd on thee;

At the wake, or at the fair,
If Henry do not meet me there,
What care I for ought I see.

What care I for heaps of treasure,
What on earth affords the pleasure,
That one moment gives with thee:
In my love all treasure's found,
In my love all joys abound,

He is all the world to me.

Bishop.

SONG. Mrs. SALMON.

Handel.

(Accompanied on the Violoncello by Mr. REINAGLE.)

What passion cannot music raise and quell?
When Jubal struck the chorded shell

His list'ning brethren stood around,

And, wond'ring, on their faces fell,
To worship the celestial sound.

Less than a god they thought there could not dwell

Within the hollow of that shell,

That spoke so sweetly, and so well.

CONCERTO, Violin. Mr. LEO.

GLEE. Mrs. SALMON, Miss BOLTON, Messrs.

GOSS and BELLAMY.

Webbe.

Great Apollo, strike the lyre,

Fill the raptur'd soul with fire;
Let the festive song go round,

Let this night with joy be crown'd.
Hark! what numbers, soft and clear,
Steal upon the ravish'd ear;

Sure no mortal sweeps the strings,
Listen! 'tis Apollo sings.

SONG. Mr. GOSS.

Stay, silver moon, nor hasten down the skies,
I seek the bow'r where lovely Chloe lies.
No midnight felon asks thy trembling ray
To light his footsteps to the desp’rate prey;
No murd'rer, lurking for his hated foe,
Asks thy pale light to guide the vengeful blow.
Stay, silver moon, &c.

The breast, with love possest, no furies move,
No violence arms the gentle hand of love;
I meditate no theft-the willing fair

Danby.

Shall yield her beauties to my well-fraught pray?r.
Stay, silver moon, &c.

CHORUS.

Handel.

And the glory of the LORD shall be revealed; and all flesh shall see it together, for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it,

ACT II.

GRAND CONCERTO, 5th..

Handel.

CHORUS.

Handel.

Wretched lovers, fate has past

This sad decree, "No joy shail last!"
Wretched lovers, quit your dream,
Behold the monster, Polypheme;
See what ample strides he takes;
The mountain nods, the forest shakes.
The waves run frighten'd from the shores,
Hark! how the thund'ring giant roars!

SONG. Mr. BELLAMY.

O come, my wayward genius,
Thy vengeance on me sate;
Why save me from the battle

To share a harder fate?

Stevenson.

Preserv'd by thee, what cares I've known,
Thro' various climes and dangers thrown,
Yet here ain doom'd new griefs to moan.
Give me back Matilda's charms,

All on earth that I desire;

Bring, oh! bring her to these arms,
I for love in flames expire.