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And dost thou ask what secret woe ....

311 See the star-breasted villain to yonder cot bound.... 556
As peaceful as an infant's sleep.
349 Sons of Freedom, hear my story

A little boy, a savoyard

Sleep, mother, sleep, in slumber blest

Bring flowers, young flowers, to the festal board....


Though we roarn through the world to seek peace
By yon bright streamers in the sky

and delight

Come away, come away, little fly.
45 Though clouds by tempest may be driven

Come, buy poor Sally's wooden ware
84 The parent oak his stately head

Charms of the world, your wizard spell
133 The water rushed, the water swelled

Come, and glossy pebbles bring


The lass that would know how to manage a man.... 74
Come hither, come hither, by night and hy day.... 154 There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet 103
Come hither, poor maiden, and yield not to woe .. 191 The sapling oak lost in the dell

Come, Hope, thou little cheating sprite...
319 The loud wind roared, the rain fell fast.

Come, smiling May, in garlands drest...

'Tis the last rose of summer

Come hither, come hither, the silver light
420 Than envied monarchs happier still.

Deep in a dungeon, stretched on straw.....
214 Though the tempests of winter may sweep

Dear object of defeated care.... ..........
281 Twist ye, twine ye ever so....

Deeply still, without a motion
317 The wand'ring beggar-girl may meet

Encompassed in an angel's frame ......

There is a land amidst the waves

Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill 317 There's an isle clasped by waves in an emcrald zone 258
Flowers are fresh and bushes green
72 The trees droop and wither...

From school let loose and free to range...
136 The wars are over, the spring is come...

Farewell, thou coast of glory

203 | Though pure are the joys that from melody flow 948
Follow, follow, through the sea

332 The sweet-brier grows in the merry green wood... 362
Good-nature puts each heart at ease ...

386 To dwell ou fair infancy's page where's the need.... 367
God save great George, our king
416 The frozen streets in moonshine glitter

Here's the bower she loved so much .........

137 Thou pride of the forest, whose dark branches
Hark, I hear the bugles ring
189 spread

Had I a heart for falsehood framed
240 Though winter o'er the hills and glens

Hail to the cold and clouded beam..

297 'Tis sweet to hear at midnight on the blue and
How oft, without or help or guide.
300 moonlight decp

Hope told a flattering tale

320 There's not a joy ihe world can giv like that it
How sweetly beams the sunset.

takes away.

How horrid dark, and wild, and drear...
997 The skylark calls, I hear his matin lay.

Hail, great republic of the world...

The wild Gazelle on Judahs' hills

Harmony o'er the world fondly presiding

494 The rose had been washed, just washed in a shower 444
Hasten from your coral caves..

443 Why should we the days of our boyhood bewailing 30
If a daughter you have, she's the plague of your life 58 Would you know my chief delight

I wandered once at break of day

When the leaves had deserted tie trees

I enter thy garden of roses
128 When first a babe upon the knee

It chanced one day that a crow so black
139 When first infant liberty dropt upon earth.

I will wreathe a bower, a fairy bower..
171 When Lelia touched the lute...

In the promise of pleasure the silly believer
179 When laid on a mother's fond breast.

If the word and its measures in all things were just 183 Welcome silence, welcome peace

In former times dear wit was whirled..


When my hand thus I proffer, your own l deny not 103
It is the hour when from the bouglas

243 When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor 118
I've wandered through that Indian land.

While I touch the string

I saw thee weep---the big bright tear

398 When friendship or love our sympathies move.. 210
I looked on the ocean, I looked on the sky

964 When order in this land commenced with Alfred's
I had knocked out the dust from my pipe t'other

sacred laws

night ........
411 Who féd me from her gentle breast

Is there a man that never sighed..

420 While o’ertaken by trouble each prospect looks
Just like life is that beautiful flower...

lowering ....

Let Fame sound the trumpet, and cry to the war 94

When the cold blast of winter is found disappearing 354
Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows

When opening flowers proclaim the spring

Lo, inward murmurs agitate the earth

When nature first salutes the spring

Maiden, wrap thy mantle round thee...
67 Ye dear paternal scenes, farewell..

My friend is the man I would copy through life 92

You both remember well the day

'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam.... 114 Ye wealthy and proud, while in splendour ye roll .. 399
Moan, moan, ye dying gales.

My soul is dark, oh quickly string


Mark with what grace the rose-tree shows

Mine be a cot beside the hill
337 A southerly wind and a cloudy sky

No more by sorrow chased my heart
57 A woodland life amid the hills

Nay, let the stricken deer, poor thing.
94 Awake, ye dull sluggards, awake

Nature with swiftness armed the horse...
146 Aurora appearing, in gray mantle drest.

Not more sweet the water gushing
925 At the sound of the horn

No, never shall my soul forget.
360 Away, ye brave fox-hunting race.

Near the jaws of a prison, in whose dismal gloom 428 Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn........

Of the rose, fair and young ....
91 Bright dawns the day with rosy face..

Oh, yonder is the well-known spot
139 Come, rouse from your trances

Oh, urge me not to wander


Do you hear, brother sportsman, the sound of the
Oh light bounds my heart through sorrow's night,


that drearily
194 Give round the word, dismount, dismount.

On Afric's wide plains where the lion's now roaring 197 Heigh lo! heigh !o ! the morning is up

O prospects rich in all the charms...
205 Hark away, 'tis the merry toned horn....

O'er breezy hill or woodland glade.
207 Hark! the goddess Diana

Oh twine a wreath of evergreen ....
208 Hark! hark! the joy inspiring horn.

On beds of snow the moon-beam slept

269 How sweet in the woodlands with fleet hound and
Once reason, they say, a lady loved
319 horn....

of more loss in life than gain.....
392 Hark, gentle Jane, the huntsman's horn

Oh, the path of life is rough and drear.
395 Hark! the sweet horn proclaims afar

Oh, snatched away in beauty's bloom

387 Hark! hark ! from the woodlands, the loud swell.
Says Plato, why should man be vain

ing horn

Say, little foolish fluttering thing....

69 Hark! echo, sweet echo, repeats the loud ain.. $46
Sweet regretted native shore

79 Hark the horn, how inviting to the sons of the
Sweet object of the zephyrs' kiss......


Spirit of joy, thy altar lies


In Britain, the soil which true liberty yields......... 196
Sweet hope, so oft my childh 'od's friend
174 I love to rise at early morn ....

Sweet is the lay where thy praise is accorded. 207 Let the boast of those weapons destructive and dread 170
Soon as the busy day is o'er
221 Let's home, my brave boys..

Since then I'm doomed this sad reverse to prove.. 239 Let gay ones and great

Soft downy sleep, oh, sooth the soul

242 O'cr highlands and lowlands to chase the fleet deer 367
Sweet hope, thou art a sovereign balın
275 On the breeze floats the echoir.g horn...

Shadows of beauty, shadows of power ................ 297 Of all the sports and pastimes

Sweet to the morning traveller

308 Rouse, rouse, jolly sportsmen, the hounds are all out 556
A country lad wi'a curly patc
268 Now hope, now fear, my bosom rending.







Roused from his covert, the stag takes his night.... 441

From Yorkshire I did travel up to see the sights so
Spring's the boy for a Moulsey-hurst rig, my lads ..


Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays.
226 Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown

The sun from the east :ips the mountains with gold 28 Good morrow, Miss Biddy, pray how do you do? 265
The echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad.. 120 Hard by Clapham-town-end lived an old Yorkshire
The morn unbars the gates of light
154 tyke.......

The sprightly horn awakes the morn ........... 168 Ize a countryman just come to town
The trumpet's note with joy we hear

183 I ha' left my poor mother and cousins at home 18
To the chase, to the chase, on the brow of the bill 186 In Chester town there lived a lad

The spaniels, uncoupled, dash over the mead 207 Ize just arrived from York

The dusky night rides down the sky..........
221 I wants a place, and who does not ?.....

Though sweetly reposing....

289 I's a poor country lad, though humble's my lot 86
'Twas the flash of the rixe, the bullet is sped
328 I came up to town scarce six months ago

The fox is unkennelled, the hounds are in cry 369 In our willage at whoam I wur born and there bred . 203
To live a life free from gout, pain, or phthisič.... 975 Ize a Yorkshireman just come to town

Tantivy, tivy, tivy, tivy, high low !....

388 Ize a poor country lad, yet there's no harm in that 250
The dew lightly fell on the sweetbrier thorn..

Ize a poor country lad, as you see by my dress ...... 281
Up, up, in the morn..
160 I came to town the other day.

When Sol from the east had illumined the sphere 147 I was called knowing Joe by the boys of our town 307
When the forehead of Phæbus illumines the east 259

In Yorkshire I wur born and bred...

While some seek their refuge in wine.........
267 In Wilts was a prodigal farmer......

While beams the bright morn ....


Ize a plain country-lad as you'll tell by my song .... 440
When the morn stands on tiptoe 'twixt mountain John Bull was a bumpkin born and bred.

and sky...

341 My name's Tony Clod, waggon's just set me down 8
When the gray morning breaks

351 My father, who always knew what he were al........ 167
When ruddy Aurora awakens the day.....
372 Now, l'se be a Devonshire boy:

When joined in the chase, sly renard in view.. 376 Neighbours, I'm come for to tell ye.......,

When morn, 'twixt mountain and the sky

491 O dear, O dear, good gentlefolks, may it be said.... 16
Ye sportsmen draw near, and ye sportswomen too 13 Of Madam Fig's gala and route

Ye brave jolly sportsmen who follow the chase ...... 252 Oh, the lasses o' Lunnon be sad wicked jades..... 430
You may feast your ears with a fife or a drum ........ 299 Says Hodge one day to his son Ned..

Sarvant, good folks, I'se coom'd here just to tell 21.
Sweet Kitiy Clover she bothers me so

Since cast iron has got all the rage..

Ap Morgan was a Cambrian boy

Thought I to myself one day, sitting at home

Cold winter, with an icy face....

'Twas by the woodside when the nuts they be ripe.. 927

Come with me, and leave the town .........

When first in Lunnun I arrived ....

Dear was the vale of my yonth

What a pother you'll find wherever you prance......

Llewellin, with his Patience dear

When I was a younker, says feyther to I

Over the sunny hills I stray .....

When I arrived in London town .........................

Should e'er the fortune be my lot

When at home with dad .

Though far beyond the mountains that look so dise

When I comed up to London, a poor simple clown. 247
tant here.

When fra York I first comed up to town

The sons of Old Albion march on in procession...... 418

With heart as light as down of thistle..

The moon had just risen o'er high-mounted Snow-

Ye Warwickshire lads and ye lasses .......


When bold Llewellyn fought for fame



(Omitted in their proper pluces.)
Hear, hear, hear! each compeer

A bumpkin to London one morning in spring........ 415 Sleep, gentle lady, flowers are closing
A flaxen-headed cuw-boy, as simple as may be. 438 Wave ever near me thy balm-dropping pinion 207
By the side o' a brig that stands over a brook
32 That gossip, Report, is a crazy old dame

Did you never hear of one Richard Short's history. 49 A two-fold care disturbs this breast ....

Down in yon village I live so snug ............... 1600, leeze me on, my sodger love........................ 448

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When Snuffle had finished, a man of excise, Air—“ Shadrack, the orangeman.”—(Knight.)

Whose sqnint was prodigiously fine,

Sung, · Drink to me only with thine eyes, The Nightingale-Club in a village was held,

And I will pledge with mine.' At the sign of the Cabbage and Shears,

After which Mr.Tug, who draws teeth for all parties, Where the singers, no doubt, would have greatly Roared a sea-song, whose burthen was ' Pull away, excell’d,

my hearties, ho. But for want of taste, voice, and ears;

Pull away, pull away, my hearties, Still between every toast, with his gills mighty red, Pull-pull away, pull away, my hearties.' Mr. President thus with great eloquence said —

SPOKEN.] · Mr. Drinkall, we shall be happy to SPOKEN.] Gentlemen of the Nightingale-Club, hear your song, sir.' (Drunk. « 'Pon my soul, you all know the rules and regulations of this Mr. President, I cannot sing.' _ Waiter, bring society; and if any gentleman present is not aware Mr. Drinkall a glass of salt and water.'—No, of them, if he will look over the fire-place he will no, Mr. President, sooner than swallow that Sind them chalked up :—That every gentleman dose, I'll try one.'—Bravo, silence must sing a volunteer song, whether he can or no, A lass is good, and a glass is good, or drink a pint of salt and water; therefore, to And a pipe to smoke in cold weather, make a beginning of this evening's harmony, I The world it is gond, and the people are good, shall call upon Mr. Snuffle.— Bir, I have an ex- And we're all good fellows together. treme bad cold, but with your permission I'll try


a good thing when it's


sung, to do


best.'— Sir, that's all we wish, for, if But some people they always stick in it. you do your best, the best can do no more.Permit me to blow my nose first, and I'll begin

SPOKEN.] ' 'Pon my honour, Mr. President, I

cannot sing any more. directly.'-/ Singing, snuffling.)

Bravo! bravo! very well sung,
A master I have, and I am his man,

Jolly companions every one.
Galloping dreary dall,

Thus the Nightingale-Coub, &c.
And he'll get a wife as fast as he can,
With his haily gaily gall-bo-rayly,

Mr. Drybones sung next, who was turned of three

Higelty, pigelty, gigelty, nigelty,
Galloping dreary dall.

And melodiously warbled away“
Bravo! bravo! very well sung,

• She's sweet fisteen, I'm one year more, Jolly companions every one.

And yet we are too young, they say:'.

Then a little Jew grocer, who wore a bob wig, Thus the Nightingale-Club nightly kept up their Struck up ^ Johnny Pringle had von very leetel pig clamour,

Not very leetel, nor very pig, And were nightly knocked down with the Presi

But ven alive, him live in clover, dent's hammer.

But now him dead, and dat's all over.' 1

SPOKEN.] · Mr. President, I think it's time we my eye,' says the Watchman,' and, since you are had a toast or a sentiment. Certainly, whose all up so late, I must take you down to the watchturn is it to give one ?'—Mr. Mangle, the sur- house.”—Then the row began, Mr. Tug knocked geon.'— Sir, I'll give you-Success to the Royal out the Charley's teeth, Drybones smothered him Union.'-' And now, Mr. Dismal, we'll thank in gin and water, Billy Piper shoved the tobaccoyou for a song:'_Sir, I shall give you some- box down his throat, Double-lungs gave him a thing sprightly?

bellygofuster, Snufile broke his nose, Max bunged • Merry are the bells, and merry do they ring, up both his eyes, and the whole affair ended with Merry is myself, and merry will I sing.'

Bravo! bravo! very


Bravo! bravo! very


Jolly companions every one.
Jolly companions every one.

Thus the Nightingale-Club, &c. Thus the Nightingale-Club, &c. lilly Piper, some members called Breach of the


DURA. Because all his notes were so shrill, shrieked out like the wheel of a cart that wants

(Planche.) grease,

RECITATIVE. 'Deeper and deeper still.'

There was an old widow lived some time ago in Mr. Max, who drinks gin, wished to coo like a

Estramadura, dove,

She fell very ill at the death of her first husband Murmur'd sweetly, 'Oh! listen to the voice of

and thought nothing but a second would love,

cure her. Which calls my Daphne to the grove.'

But her phiz was so funny, that, though she had SPOKEN.] Mr. Double-lungs, the butcher, was plenty of money, she staggered all who next called on, who had a kind of a duetto voice,

came to her; something like a penny trumpet and a kettle-drum, Till a young cavalier, who at elbows was queer, Mr. Double-lungs, we wish to hear your song.



his mind to woo her. --Sir, I'll sing with all my heart, liver, and lights;

AIR. I'll sing you the echo song out of Comus, with

So he ogled and he sighed, my own accompaniments, for when a man accom

Till he made her his bride, panies himself, he's sure to do it in the right key.

Though the neighbours declared he must hate • Sweet echo, sweet echo,'

her; Bravo! bravo! very well sung,

For she squinted and she limped,
Jolly companions every one.

And her face brown and crimped,
Thus the Nightingale-Club, &c.

Looked much like an old nutineg-grater.

But thought he, wise enough,

I'm in want of the stuff,
Mr. Sneak had a wife who was peevish, they say,
And she often would get out of bed,

And a beggar must not be a chooser;

"Tis true that a glutton And down to the Cabbage and Shears she would

Might prefer lamh to mutton, stray,

But there's too much mint-sauce to refuse her. When Sneak by the nose home was led. While the President sat in his seat in despair,

RECITATIVE. And sometimes his wife would pull him from the But to silence all jokes, and the jeers of the folks, chair.

he full-length her picture had painted, come, let's have a song,--aye, there's Mr. Shiver- Then, sparing no cash, to the gilder's slap-dash it

Spoken.] Gentlemen, for fear my wife should Though at the first sight of so horrid a fright, the toe, he will favour us. • 'Mid pleasure and solitude, wherever we roam,

was sent, and a fine frame put to it, Let us go where we will, there is no place like And the next time 'twas said, what the deuce made home.'

you wed? he took them up-stairs to view it, • No, you blackguard,' says his wife, ' it appears

AIR. there is no place like home to you, for your


The neighbours agree, seems to be the public-house.'- Gentlemen,' says

“ "Tis as like as can be, Mr. Flash, 'why is Mr. Shivertoe like corn in a As old and as ugly as sin, sir!” highway?'--Because he is seedy,' says the tailor.

But they quickly exclaim, - No, it is not, now, it is because he is sure to

“ What a beautiful frame ! be henpeck’d.'_That's a good joke,' says Mr. It atones for the picture within, sir!" Bantem, bring me a glass of brandy and water

Good friends, you are right, and put it down to the other ten I've had.'

Said the cunning young wight, • That's no joke,' says the landlord.— It's not a It was thus that I judged by the dame, sis; <'y joke, at all events,' says Drinkall.— I want

Though ugly and old, me spirit,' says the actor.- So you may, but

She was rolling in gold, what do you owe me?'- Sings). Sweet grati- So I married my wife for the frame, sirs. lude! sweet gratitude!'- -o damn your gratitude, twelve pence in copper is worth twelve pounds of gratitude.'— But don't I patronize your house,

MARY, LIST, AWAKE! sir? - Hav'n't I given you more than ever you can return to me?'_Yes, you have given me the

(Hunt.) liver-complaint through drinking your raw spirits. Mary, dear Mary, list, awake! I've an inflammation on the lungs through swal- And now like the moon thy slumbers break. lowing your spirits of wine, and the dropsy through There is not a taper, and scarcely a sound, Jrinking your mixed liquors; I've been drinking for To be seen or be heard in the cottages round, the last two years to try if you had a drop of anything The watch-dog is silent, thy father sleeps, good in the house. I can't quench my thirst ; I'm And love, like the breeze, to thy window creeps. dry, the company are dry, their songs are dry, their The moonlight seems list’ning all over the land, okes are dry, and my pockets are dry,'--'That's all To the whispers of angels like thee;


my tears have

O lift, but a moment, the sash with thine hand, Thus, the gentle Zephyrina can eat a pound, by And kiss but that hand to me,

jingo, My love, Mary'

While her grace of Rutland winds up all with a Kiss but that hand to me!

gallon of good stingo.

O the days, &c.
Gently awake, and gently arise!
Oh, for å kiss to unclose thine eyes ;

Then to help the body politic, and steer the helm The vapour of sleep should fly softly the while,

of state, sir ; As the breath on thy looking-glass breaks at thy We've thick heads, and we've soft heads, with smile!

politics replete, sir; And then I would whisper thee never to fear, But by shifting of their ground, though their heads For Heaven is all round thee when true love is near. are mighty long, sir, Just under the woodbine, dear Mary, I stand, They now and then forget to what body they belong, Still looking and list'ning for thee;

sir. O lift, but a moment, the sash with thy hand,

O the days, &c.
And kiss but that hand to me,
My love, Mary!

Kiss but that hand to me!

Tune—“ John Anderson, my Joe."
Hark! -do I hear thee?-Yes, 'tis thou,
And now there's thy hand, and I see thee now;

'Tis nor your beauty nor your wit 'Thou look’st like a rose in a crystal stream,

That can my heart obtain, For thy face, love, is bathed in the moolight gleam!

For they could never conquer yet And, oh! could iny kisses like stream-circles rise,

Either my breast or brain ; To dip in thy dimples and spread round thine eyes!

For if you'll not prove kind to me, How sweet to be lost in a night such as this,

And true as heretofore, In the arms of an angel like thee!

Henceforth I'll scorn your slave to be, Nay, stay but a moment—one moment of bliss,

Or doat upon you more.
And smile but forgiveness to me,

Think not my fancy to o'ercome
My love, Mary!

By proving thus unkind;
Smile but forgiveness to me.

No smoothed sight, nor smiling frown, Nobody, sweet, can hear our sighs,

Can satisfy my mind. Thy voice just comes on the soft air and dies.

Pray, let Platonics play such pranka Dost thou gaze on the moon? I have gazed as I

Such follies I deride;

For love at least I will have thanks, rove, Till I thonght it has breathed heaven's blessing And something else beside. on love;

Then open-hearted be with me, Till I've stretched out my arms,

As I shall be with you, begun,

And let our actions be as free And nature, and heaven, and thou, seemed but

As virtue will allow.

If you'll prove loving, I'll prove kind; Fare thee well, sweetest Mary, the moon's in the If true, I'll constant be; west,

If fortune chance to change your mind, And the leaves shine with tear-drops like thee;

I'll turn as soon as ye. So draw in thy charms, and betake thee to rest,

Since our affections, well ye know, 0, thou, dearer than life to me, My love, Mary!

In equal terms do stand, Thou dearer than life to me.

"Tis in your power to love or no,

Mine's likewise in my hand.

Dispense with your austerity, THE DAYS OF GOOD QUEEN BESS.

Inconstancy abhor;

Or, by great Cupid's Deity,
Air-“ Alley Croker.

I'll never love you more.
Good people, to my muse attend, and deem it not
a mystery,

COMIC MEDLEY, If, besides in caps and laces long, I deal a bit in

(Moncrieff.) history,

IN THREE PARTS.-PART I. The times to display, we now will try, of worthy old Queen Bess, sir,

The Nightingale-Club in a village was held, Whose virtue and whose mem'ry posterity will

At the sign of the Cabbage and Shears, bless, sir.

Where the singers, no doubt, would have greatly O the days of good Queen Bess,

The very merry,

But for want of-
Hey down derry,

Four-and-twenty fiddlers all of a rów;
Days of good Queen Bess.

Four-and-twenty fiddlers,

Peaceful slumb'ring, Queen Bess can twang the bowstring, and hunt a

At the town of neat Clogheen, pack of hounds, sir;

Where While her courtiers play at quarter-staff, and dance

The Graces they were culling posies the Cheshire rounds, sir.

And foundAnd when her foes, with mighty blows, prepare the finest ram, sir, that was ever fed on to beat and stripe her, too,

This ram was fat behind, sir, She leads both France and Spain a dance, and This ram was fat before, makes them pay the piper, too.

This ram was-
O the days, &c.

A faxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be, Then her buxom dames of honour, with collars The next a merry plough-boy that whistiedabout their necks fast,

Old King Cole was a merry old soul, They gobble up beef-steaks and mutton-chops for And a merry old soul was he; breakfast.

He call'd for



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