ST CECILIA; O R, The BRITISH SONGSTER. F SONG 1. ILL your glaffes, banish grief, For, why fhould we for worldly care, Then drink, and fet your hearts at reft; Bufy minds, we know, alas! With imagination run; Like the fand, in the hour-glafs, Never knowing where to ftay, Then drink, &c. A Some pursue the winged wealth, Others to honour doth afpire; Give me freedom, give me health, That's the fum of my defire. Altho' the world doth more prefent, It addeth not to my content: Then drink, &c. Love, when mingled with good wine, Makes the heart both light and free; Let it rain, fnow, or fhine, Still its the fame thing unto me. For there's no ftanding 'gainft our fate, Daily changes on us wait: Then drink, &c.. . SONG 2. THE SOLDIER'S MEDLEY. THE lark was up, and the morning grey, The drummer beat the reveille; And jolly foldiers on the ground, In peaceful camp flept fafe and found: Nought but love could e'er fubdue, There to vent his plaints and love. O! women are lovely dangerous things, Their fweets, like the bees, are mingled with ftings; Too fondly once I thought to win the lovely charmer, And ev'ry method try'd in hopes to make her warmer: But all my hopes are over, what scheme then can But, like a haplefs lover, here lay me down and die. And thus to him did say: Rife, foldier, rife;-the drummer beats to arms, Hark to the loud alarms; Hang her beauty, mind your duty, Think not of her charms. Rife, foldier, rife ;-I'll take you by the hand, And lead you to the land, And give you the command Rife, foldier, rife; A Drive away Cupid, Think on Minerva's wife advice... Soldier, go home, go home, Ne'er mind your mistress's fcorn; Slight, flight her again, Slight, flight her again, For flighted love fhould flights return.. The foldier then rofe from his am'rous floth,. Swore to Minerva a terrible oath, He'd never think more of her beauty. Thofe that live fingle they never wear horns, Sing cuckolds come dig, cuckolds come dig, Thofe that live fingle do ne'er fear a rout, They have no wife for to fimper and pout, Yê belles and flirts, that are so fair, |