For the youth whom she treasur'd her heart and her soul in, Had promis'd to link the last tie before noon; And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon. As she look'd in the glass which a woman ne'er misses, She brush'd him-he fell, alas! never to rise"Ah! such," said the girl, " is the pride of our faces, For which the soul's innocence too often dies. " While she stole thro' the garden, where heart's-ease was growing, She cull'd some, and kiss'd off its night-fallen dew; And a rose further on looked so tempting and glowing, That, spite of her haste, she must gather it too; But while o'er the roses too carelessly leaning Her zone flew in two and the heart's-ease was lost: "Ah! this means," said the girl (and she sigh'd at its meaning), "That love is scarce worth the repose it will cost !" THE PULLET. [CHARLES DIBDIN.] YOUNG Guillot, a poor simple swain, I have pilfer'd some eggs from a farm." "Oh! shameful! and where were they laid!" "Well, my son, what has happen'd afresh ?" "Why, you know, sir, we all should repent, When we're carnal, and giv'n to the flesh;Now, my neighbour's sweet daughter"-"Oh! oh! This sweet daughter!-Well?"—"when I would see, Unknown to her father I go; For I love her-and, sir, she loves me." "And pray, is she handsome ?"-"Oh, dear! She's an angel!—has plenty of pelf!" "I charge you, no more interfere ;" For, thought he,-" I'll have her to myself." "These crimes from your heart you must wean, Till to proper repentance you're brought HOW SWEET IN THE WOODLANDS. DUET. [Music by HARRINGTON.] How sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hound and horn, To awaken shrill echo, and taste the fresh morn; But hard is the chance my fond heart must pursue, For Daphne, fair Daphne, is lost to my view. Assist me, chaste Dian, the nymph to regain, THE BELLS OF ST. MICHAEL'S [Music by KNYVETT.] MERRILY, merrily, rang the bells, Richard Penlake was a cheerful man, But he led a sad life with Rebecca his wife, Merrily, merrily, &c. Richard Penlake a scolding would take, Then Richard Penlake a crabstick would take, I'D MOURN THE HOPES THAT LEAVE T. MOORE.] ME. [Air-"The rose tree." I'D mourn the hopes that leave me, I'd weep when friends deceive me, But while I've thee before me, With heart so warm, and eyes so bright, No clouds can linger o'er me, That smile turns them all to light. 'Tis not in fate to harm me, While fate leaves thy love to me; Unless joy be shar'd with thee. And though the hope be gone, love, And pure smiles from thee at home. Thus when the lamp that lighted And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon the prospect clearing, By cloudless star-light on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering FORETOP MORALITY. CHARLES DIBDIN.] [Music by C. DIBDIN. Two real tars, whom duty called I say, Will Hatchway, cried Tom Tow, As through the voyage of life you go, K Cried Will, You lubber, don't you know? To steer where honour points the prow, These anchors get but in your power, The bower, the sheet, and the best bower, Why then you're out, and there's an end, Who swabs his bows at other's woe, Let storms of life upon me press, Why, damme, what's my own distress? Ay, ay, if bound with a fresh gale WE SHALL HAVE OUR MOONLIGHT YET. [SAMUEL LOVER.] THO' days are gone when you and I Tho' youthful joys be all gone by We never more shall see again; To make unfelt the blight of years, Tho' days are gone when you and I, &c. |