SONG. Sung by Mrs. Crouch, in the Grey Beards. WEET rofy fleep Oh do not fly, That o'er each grave my own may rove, For when he lifts thefe fhading lids, SON G. Dans Votre Lit. Sung by Mr. Johnstone. ANS votre lit, that bright parterre; A fmiling jonquil I fhould be, To blow (fweet flower) befide of thee. Dans votre Lit, &c. Or nodding in the thorny bush, And in this breaft you'll fhelter'd be. Dans votre Lit, &c. -When every flower that paints the ground, Dans votre Lit, &c. SONG. 2 SONG. Ma Chere Amie. Sung by Mr. Incledon. A chere Amie, my charming fair, ΜΑ In kind compaffion fmile on me, Ma chere Amie, &c. Under fweet friendship's facred name, Ma chere Amie, &c. Together rear'd, together grown, I droop dear maid, I die for thee. Ma chere Amie, &c. Y SONG. Favourite Ballad of Haydn. Sung by Mifs George, at Freemafons Hall. OUNG Hal called foftly, "Rife, my dear! 'Tis t your true love-can't you hear ?" He tapp'd and tapp'd, impatient grown, Again he call'd and faid, 66 Why Nancy love won't you come down?” "No, no!" reply'd the maid. "The wind is bleak, the night is dark; "Rife from thy bed and make me room,' Then doleful turn'd he from the door, 66 As tho' to creak afraid; You'll not prove falfe, fure," whisper'd she."No, no, my charming maid.” Thrice kifs'd the lovers, thrice the clock Tho' Nancy beg'd and pray'd; Till laughing, neighbours cried "Oh, oh! "It's fo my pretty maid!", SON G. Mon Cœur Adieu. Sung in the Girl in Style, by Mr Johnstone.' WON Cœur, adieu, young Lubin cries, M And tow'rds the diffant amp he flies; Yet turns fair Annette's haunts to view, Mon Cœur, adieu. The Beacon's brow fair Annette won, Mon Cœur, adieu. SONG. Sung by Mr. Bannifer, at the Anacreontic Society. O Anacreon in heav'n, where he fat in full то To glee, A few fons of harmony fent a petition, That he their infpirer and patron would be, 66 When this anfwer arriv'd from the jolly old Gre cian : "Voice, fiddle, and flute, "No longer be mute, "I'll lend ye my name, and infpire ye to boot; And, befides, I'll inftruct you like me to intwine "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." The news through Olympus immediately flew ; When old Thunder pretended to give himself airs; "If thefe mortals are fuffer'd their fcheme to purfue, The devil a goddefs will stay above flairs. 66 "Hark! already they cry; "In tranfports of joy, Away to the fons of Anacreon we'll fly, "And there, with good fellows, we'll learn to intwine The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." "The yellow-hair'd god and his nine fufty maids "Shall foon do it's errand, "And, damn me, I'll fwinge the ringleaders, I war rant; "I'll trim the young dogs, for thus daring to twine "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." "Apollo Apello rofe up, and faid, "Pr'ythee ne'er quarrel, "Good king of the gods, with my vot'rics below: "Your thunder is ufeleis "Then fhewing his laurel, Cried, Sic evitabile fulmen, you know! "Then over each head "My laurel I'll spread, "So my fons from your crackers no mifchief fhall dread, "Whilft, fnug in their club-room, they jovially 'twine "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine. Next Momus got up, with his rifible phiz, And fwore with Apollo he'd cheerfully join. "The full tide of harmony still shall be his, "But the fong, and the catch, and the laugh, shall be mine. "Then, Jove, be not jealous "Of thefe honeft fellows :" Cried Jove," We relent, fince he truth you now tell us: "And fwear, by old Styx, that they long fhall in twine "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." Ye fons of Anacreon, then join hand in hand; Our toaft let it be, May our club flourish happy, uinted, and free; SONG. Sung by Mrs. Kennedy, in Fontainbleau. HE British lion is my fign, TH A roaring trade I drive on ; |