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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
Bright Phoebus.
▼BRIGHT riioebus lias mounted her chariot of
And the horns and the hounds call each fportfman
away,
Thro' woods and thro' meadows with fpeed now
they bound,
While health, vofy health, is in exercife found.
Hark atvay. hark arvay,hark away is the word to the
found o_f the horn.
And echo, llithc echo — whUJi echo, llith echo makes
jovial the tnorH'
Each hill and each valley isi lovely to view,
While pufs fl-ies the covert, and dogs quick purfue;
Behold where fhe flies o'er the wide fp reading plaii.,
While the loud op'ning packjiuvfue her amain.
'/Hark away, &C'
At length pufs is caught, and lies panting for breath,
And thefhoutof thehuntl'man's iheiignal of death;
.No joys can delight lite the fports of the field,
To nuntin^ all paftimes and pleasures jnuft yield.
^JHark a-iiay, (3c-
When on Board our trim Veflel.
WHEN on board our trim' veffel we joyoufly
fail'd.
While the glafs circled round with full glee.
King and country to give, my old friend never fail'd
And the toaft was foon tofs'd off by me :
.Billows might dafli.
Lightnings might flafh,
'Twas the fame to us both when at fca.
If a too pow'rful foe in our tract did but, pafs,
We refolv'd both to live and die free :
C^ick we number'd her guns and for each took a
glafs,
Then a broadfide we gave her with three :
Cannons might roar,
Echo'd from fhore,
■'Twas the, fame to us both when at fca.
O dear, what can the matter be.
O'
)jH ! dear, what can the matter be?
Oh I what can the matter be ?
Dear ! what can the matter' be ? .
Johnny's fo long at the fair:
He promis'd he'd buy me a fairing fliould pleafeme,
And then for a kifs, oh! he Tow'd he would teaze
me ;
He promis'd he'd bring me a bunch of new ribbons,
To tie up my bonny brown hair.
Oh ! dear, what eon ike matter It?
He promis'd he'd bring me a bsflcet of pofies,
A garland of lilies, a garland of rofes,
A little ftraw hat, to fet of the new ribbons
That tie up my bonny brown hair.
■ Oh 1 dear, what can ike matter h?
He promis'dhe'd buy me a pair of new ftockings,
A pair of new garters- fhould coft himbut two-
' pence,
A little ftraw hat, to fet off thenev/ ribbons.
That tie up my bonny brown hair.
Oh ! dear, what can the mailer he ?
The Greenwich Penfioner.
•npWAS in the eood (hip Rover
J- r fail'd the world around.
And' for three years and over
I ne'er touch 'd KriiiQi ground ;
At length in England landed,
I'leh the roaring piain ;
Found alJ. relation's flranded.
And went to fea again.
That time bound ftraight to Portugal,
Right fore and aft we bore.
And when we made Cape Ortugal,
A gale blew off the fhore :
She lay, fo it. did (hock her,
A log upon the main.
Till fav'd from Davy's locker.
We. put to fea again.
Next in a frigate failing.
Upon a fqually night —
Thunder and lightning hailing
The horrors of the fight ;
My precious limb was lopp'd ofF—
I, when they eas'd my pain,
Thank'd God I was not popp'd off,
A.nd went^to fea again.
Yet ftiU I am enabled
To bring up in life's rere,
Altho' I'm quite difabled.
And lie in Greenwich tiert
The king, God blefs his royalty,
Wha fav'd me from the main,
I'll piaife with love and loyalty.
But ne'er to fea agaia. Dibdin.
The jolly gay Pedlar.
I AM a jolly gay pedlar.
Come here to fell my ware ;
Yet tho' in all things I'm a medler,
I meddle the moft with the fair :
When I (hew my ribbons to milTes,
Tho* copper and filver I gain ;
Yet better I'm pleas'd with the bliffes,
That I cannot now well explain.
I am a jelly gay Pedlar, &c-
Fools fay that this life is but forrow,
And feem difinciin'd to be gay ;
But why (hould we tkink ot to-morrow,
NA-'hen we may be happy to-day :
I rov'd round the world tor xny pleafure,
Refolv'd to take nothing amifs;
And think iny exil^ence atreafure,
VYhen bleit with Ae cup andthekifs.
I am a jolly gay Pedlar, &s.
They furely are thick-headed afies.
Who think that youth's gone in a crack,
Yet will not enjoy, as it palTes,
-The feafon that ne^e^ comes back;
Let time jog on flouer, or quicker,
Or wheiher we'er (illy or wife ;
We ftiall not be the worfe for good liquor,
Or the fmile« of a girl with black tyes.
J am a jolly gay Pedlar, &c>
H
1 he Bumper Toaft.
ERE's a health to all good lafles —
Pledge u;
Merrily fill your glafles,
Let a bumper toaft go round.
Here's a round —
May they merrily fill our glaffes.
Let a lumper toafi go roimd, &c-
All good, live -for in them true joys are found-
May they live a 1» fe of pleafure,
Without mixture, without nieafure;
For in them true joys are found, &c.
Jjci a humper toaji go round, iSt ■