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THE
CHARMS OF MELODY
O R
,S I R E N MEDLEY.
The Plan of the PubliTher is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, in the Englifh Language,
worth preferving — forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Humourous, Sea, and Political
Son^i; as well as oy Englidi, Irifh, and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. &c. To which will be added, a complete Index.
Flow, thou regal Purple Stream.
Sung in the ComicOpcra of ' Tte Caflh of AaJaluJia.''
FLOW, thou regal purple ftream,
Tinftiir'd by (he lolar beam,
In my goblet fparkling rile,
Cheer my heart, and glad my eyes.
My brain afcend on Fancy's wing,
'Noint me, wine, a jovial king.
W hile I live, I'll lave my clay,
When I'm dead, and gone away.
Let my thirfty fubjefts fay,
A month he reign'd, but that was May.
Suns
O talk not tome.
in the Opera of ^Lionel ami ClariJJ'.i.'*
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^•-^ H, talk not to nie, of the wealth fhe poffefTes,
My hopes and my views to herfelf I confins;
The fplendor of riches but flightly imprelTes
A heart that is fraught with a pallion like mine.
Ey love, only love, Ihould our fouls be cemented ;
No int'reft, no motive but that would I own;
With her in a cottage be bleft and contented,
And wretched without her, tho' plac'd on a throne
Love, gay Illufion.
Sung in the Comic Opera of ' The Caflh of Ania'ufa^
L
OVE! gay ilhiCon,
Pleafing delufion,
With fweet intrufion,~
Poffeffes the mind.
Love, with love meeting,
Paflion is fleeting ;
Vows in repeating
We truft to the wind.
Faith to faith plighted,
Love may be blighted ;
Hearts often flighted
Will ceafe to be kind.
Kifs the cold Winter away.
Sang in the Comic Opera of •' The Cajllt of Aitdalujla*
'T'HEN hey for a lafs, and a bottle to cheer,
■*■ And a thumping bantling every year I
With (kin as white as fnow,
And hair as brown as a berry;
With eyes as black as a floe,
And lips as red as a cherry ;
Sing rory, tory.
Dancing, prancing,
Xaugh and lie down is the play.
We'll fondle together.
In fpite of the weather,
And kifs the cold winter away.
Laugh while you liVe,
For as life is a jefl.
Who laughs the mofl:,
Is fure to live beft.
When I was not fo old
I frolicfe'd among the miffes ;
And when they thought me too bold,
I fliopp'd their mouths with kiffes.
Sing rory, tOry, &c.
Oh, come, my Soldier.
Sung in the Comic Opera of ' Patrick in Frujjia.^
OH, come, my foldier, meet my figljkt,
Full far I've come to thee ;
No foe now dares you to the fight.
But gentle love and me.
My foldier doats on fierce alarms,
Where foes in battle join ; ,
But when the trumpet founds to arms.
Oh ! let him fly to mine.
In cartp how rough by Mars array'd,
There fate attends his will ;
At home you hear each tender maid,
Ah I was he form'd to kill ?
In charms fecure the fair advance.
And ere an arrow flies,
He looks around, and at each glance,
A wounded maiden dies
V He looks around, ^c.
PUBLISHED dt N°-IO, BEDFORD-ROW, Dublin,
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