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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
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Since you mean to hire for Service.
SINCE you mean to hire for fervice,
Come, with me, you jolly dog.
You can help to bring home harveft.
You can help to bring home harveft,
■"Tend the fheep, and feed the hog.
Fed, dc, ral, de, Tal, i^c.
With three crowns, your ftanding wages,
You fhall daintily be fed ;
Bacon, beans, fat beef, and cabbage,
Butter, milk, and oaten-bread.
Fal, de, ral, ffc.
Come, ftrike hands, you'll live in clover,
When we get you once at home ;
And when daily labour's over,
We'll all dance to your flrum, ftrum.
Fal, de, ral, H'c.
Done — ftrike hands, I take your offer ;
Farther on I may fare worfe ;.
Zooks ! I can no longer fuffer.
Hungry gut, and empty purfe.
MtJ.ii
Fal, de, ral, &c.
When my Wife'is laid in Ground.
OWHAT pleafures vvill abound.
When my wife is laid in ground!
Let earth cover her.
We'll dance over her.
When my wife is laid in ground.
Oh, how happy fhould I be.
Would little Nyia pig with me !
How I'd mumble her,
Touze and tumble her.
Would little Nyia pig with me !
Midas.
Catilina.
Sung in the Comic Opera of ' Tfx Cajlk of Jnialufui^
IN autumn ev'ry fruit I lee.
Brings Catilina to my mind ;
I carve her name on ev'ry tree.
And ling love-fonnets in the wind.
Her forehead as the neiSrine fleek.
And brown as hazle-nut her hair is;
Ihe downy peach, her blufhing cheek.
Her pouting lips — two May-Duke cherries.
A bird's by faireft fruits allur'd.
And I'm fv/eet Gatilina's bird ;
I peck, hop, flutter, on my fpray.
And chirp and carol all the day.
As homeward from the Neighb'ring Fair.
Sung in the Comic Opera of ' TU C.:J}le of Andahfia.'
AS homeward from the neighb'ring fair
His grain well fold, dilpell'd his care.
With jocund hafte the thrifty IV.ain
Trips o'er the mead and fkims the plain.
He Hops I he views— oh, dire amaze !
His flock, his cottage, all a blaze !
But hafl'ning on he looks around.
The heath's on fire — to clear his ground.
His jovial friends to meet him come,
And chaunt the chearful welcome home ;
With heart felt joy each<voice he hears,
And laughs away his former fears.
BAL LAB.
The Wild Huntfman. *
FROM THE GERMAN OF BURGER.
Author of ' Lenora' and the Lafs of ' Fair Wane.''
For which fee No. 31 and No. 41.
XT.ALLOO ! On horfe, on foot, away \"
Shrill founds the haughty Wild-grave's § horn,
High rears his Heed, brooks no delay.
And pawing fnufFs the gales of morni
They're off, thehoundsloud-op'ningclullerround;
With voices, whips, and horns, the hills reibunt).
Gilt by the Sunday's morning ray,
His caftle's flately tow'rs appcar'd ; , >
The chimes and bells announce the day
Of pray'r and reft : and diftant heard
Are founds of holy fong, and pious lays.
Of grateful mortals to their Alaker's praife.
Straight through the churchyard's facred fliade,
Th' impetuous Earl, ne'er heeding wrono-,
Daihing o'er graves but newly made.
With whoop and hallow mars their fong :
When fudden on his left, a blood-red Knight ;
Another clad in filver took his rifht.
Say, who thefe knights ? What doth them bring?
The deep defign the mufe may guefs :
Blooming the one, and mild as fprins,
His looks internal peace confefs :
The other dark and of deportment proud,
His eyes flalh'd lightning as from thunder-cloud.
" Welcome I Well met .' — No other place,
" Not heav'n itfelf affords fuch joys ;"
(The Wild-grave cried) " The noble chace :
'; Surpaffes all. — Hark forwards, boys !
" Away 1" — "ifing he fvvang his cap around :
With voice and hand then cheer'd each fav'rite
hound.
" 111 fuits thy horn with holy lay :"
Ihe fair Knight i'pake, with manner mild,
" Return : — No good you'll reap tiis day ;
" Your Angel warns." With looks moft wild,
The other tternly cried, " Hunt on, my Lord,
" Aft like a Prince; heed not that fniv'ller's woid."
" Well faid ! my neighbour on the left,
" Thou art a hero to my mind,
" Let tihofe of gcn'rous foul bereft,
" With chanting Monks remain behind :
" Yes, pious Sir, although it fhould not pleafe,
" Happen what may, this day I'll hunt at eafe."
Field in and out, hill up and down.
Still rufhing forward, on they fly;
O'er verdant lawns, o'er moors fo brown,
The rival Knights ftill follow nigh.
See! from yon brake a milk-white Han they roufe,
Mark well his fize,obferve his branching brows.
And louder ftill his horn he blew.
And fpeedier ftill both horfe and hound
V/ith wild uproar purfuing Hew :
Some headlong fell, dafh'd to the ground.
" Go ! hurl to Hell ! Why fhould it me annoy ?
" Enow remain, — my pleafure I'll enjoy."
* This Ballad is founded on a fuperftitious Legend, credited
in Germany.
§ Wild-jrave. — Warden of the chace. Grand Veneur ; for-
merly one of the great Officer's of the Emperor's court ; from
the German words Tas -rt-.'/fl, game, animals ferae naturae,
and graff. Earl, Comes, Warden : thus Margrave means War-
den of the Marches ; Landgrave, Governor of an inland
Country ; Rheip.grave, Commander on the P>l»ine, &c. &c.