Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Charms of melody, or, Siren medley

9>o
THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
Soft Flowing Avon.
THOU fcft flowingAvon.by whofefilverftream,
Of things more than mortal thy Shake/pear
v.ould dream,
The fairies by moon-light dance roundhis screen bed,
lor hallovv'd the turf is which piUow'd his head.
The love ftricken maiden, and the fighing fwain,
Kfife rove without danger, and figh without pain.
The fweet bud of beauty no blight fhall e'er dread,
For hallow'd the, turf is which pillow 'd his head.
Here youth fliall be fr.m'dfor their love and their
truth,
And cheerful old age 'feel the fpirit of youth.
For the raptures ot fancy, here poets fhall tread,
For hallow'd the turf is which pillow 'd his head.
Flow' on filver Avon, in fong ever flow,-
Ee the fvvans on thy bolom Hill whiter than fnpw,
Flow on,- ever flow, like his fame may you fpread,
For hallow'd the turf is which pillow'd his head.
For we fhall both grow older.
THEY tell me I'm too young to wed.
But fure 'tis all a fancy ;
A fmiling girl runs in my head,
. 'lis pretty litile Nancy :
My mother fays it muft not be,
Tho' this Fve often told her.
That Nancy is as young as me,
And we fhall both grow older.
Her eyes arel)lue, uitfi flaxen hair,
Her fmile juft hit my fancy;
No girl 10 mild, fo foft, fo fair.
As pretty little Nancy :
fhen why not wed as w ell as love ?
And fo I've often told her, ^
If nowr too young, we Ih.-.U improve,
For we fhall both "grow older.
When year on year rolls o'er her head,
She ftill will pleafe my fancy.
As when to church Ifondly ltd
My pretty little Nancy : _
Then let us wed as love \n\ ites,
, For this I've often told her,
'Xis love alone can give delights.
When we are both grown older.
Mad Tom.
I'M old mad Tom, behold me.
My w-its are quite unf rnmed ;
I'm mad I'm fure, and paft all cure,
And in hopes of being proclaimed.
I'll mount the frofty mountains.
And then I'll ftill the weather •,
I'll pluck the rainbow from the fky.
And I'll fplice both ends together.
I'll mount the pride of marble,
And there I'll frijjht the gypfies-.
And I'll play at bowls with lun and moon,
Atd v. in them with eclipfes.
I 'prentice was to Vulcan,
And ferv'd nriy matter faithful.
In making tools for jovial fuoLs ;
Bui, ye gods ! ye prav'd ungrateful.
The ftars pluck'd from their orbs too.
And put then) in my budjet •,
And if I am not a roaring boy,
Then let all the nation* judge it.
When thou are abfent, &c.
WHEN thou are abfent, charming maid,
In vain the flcy-larks fing;
Or woodbines weave the vernal ihade,
Or Flora paints the fpring :
.But when you range -the daify'd field.
Or in the- garden rove, - .
Increas'd perfume the bloffoms yield,
.And leetr. to court your love. ,
Sharp are the pangs of wan iefpair,
By which my breaft is torn,
While robb'd of thee, my lovely fair,
More fweet than "May-day morn :
Then ha lie, dear tenant of my heart,
Nor let my foul repine ;
fly to heal thy lover's Imart,
Dear charming valentine.
The Jew Pedlar.
T AM a Jew of Dul-e's-Place fame •,
■*- Old cloaths and fkins I deals in ;
To cheat the chriftians is my aim.
For cheating is not ftealing :
7hro' ev'ry ftreet about the town.
My voice is known full well,
•For I each day walk up and down.
And cry — old clohs to fell.
H.I 'Ico, Smoii.ch — Who calls ? — What wi'l you ghve
fir th:fe nerv fattin breeches, and t-zuo hamf/hme
coats ? Let's look : zvky all the -wool's off, ami I
C2n fcs yoiifio'e them, fo IJhall tell your m.aHer,
unle/s you let me ha-ve them chrap. Well, zL'hat
■aiill you givejor them, you ra-fcal ? A"o, not a
rafcal ; I -will give you fijejhillings fir them.
'Tis thus I trick each roguifh wag.
For it is right you know.
To make a penny of a rag,
By crying — :lo fejl, clo.
1 buys the moricy counterfeit,
Gives two-pence for a fhilling,
Qiiickfilver ioon makes twelve of it,
Juft rubb'd around the milling.
At night when all bad faces pafs,
No diff'rence you can tell,
I then gets rid ot all my brafs,
And cries — old cloaths to fell :
Any ha-l Jhilling, hare-Jkins, r dblit -Jk'ins , any pluuJs
or broken Ji:nt glaji — A nice ftcond-hand cloak,
ma'am,'very cheup only fifteen Jhillings. 0,'tis
too much, I luill Only give Jix- Jhillings. Well, take
it then, ma'am.
I always afks a good high price,
Tho' I abate, or fo,
I gets my cent, per cent, fo nice,
By crying— clo fell, clo.
Little BingQ,
TrIE farmer's dog leapt oyer the ftyle.
His name was little I-iingo.
The farmer's dog leapt over the ftile,
Kis name was little t ingo.
Jj with an i — I v.ith an N,
N with a G — G w-ith an
0;
His name was little BingO '
B— I— N-G— O!
Biis name was little Bingo.
The farmer lov d a cup of good ale,
He call'd it rare good llingo.
The farmer lov'd, iSc.
S — Ttvi/h an J, ISc.
And is not this a fweet little fong,
I think it is by Jingo.
And is not this, ii'c. ' 7 -witk /, ^-S'c
lii1l)>iiiiiiiiM ' ' I