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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
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The Honey Moon.
WOULD you know, my good friends, what the
honey-moon is,
How long in duration, how perfeft in bllfs,
A proof may be found, and a fample be feen,
In fome boarding-fchool couple juft left Gretna-
green :
My deareft, my duct,
My fweeteft, my chucfe ;
Mifs Kitty's an angel, her Billy a god ;
Whips crack, glaffes jingle.
While fighs intermingle.
And Cupid affents, and goes niddity nod,
Niddity nod, niddity nod.
O'er Kitty, the angel, and Billy, the god.
Pappa's and mama''s furly tempers once paft,
Bright Bloomibury-fquare has this couple atlaft !
In three weeks polTeffion, how pleafures will cloy,
Negleft hurts the lady, and time cools the boy.
So impatieAt to roam.
Ma'am, your never at home,
A path fo vexatious no -wife ever trod ;
My torment — ray curfe;
You are bad — you are worfe :
While Cupid flies off from a quarrel fo odd,
Niddity nod, niddity nod.
And Mifs is no angel, and Billy no god;
To routs hies the lady, to gambling; goes matter,
To part from each other ne'er couple went fnitcr.
While raking at night, and diftracftion at noon,
Soon clofe all the joys of the fweet honey-moon.
Bleeding hearts, aching heads, '
Sep'rate tables and bed:,
Render wedlock's fweet countenance dull as a clod.
Then hey for a fummons
From grave Doftors Commons..
While proiflors-and parchments go niddity nod,,
Niddity nod, niddity nod,
O'er Kitty, the angel, and Billy, the god.
The Cottage Boy.
ORN fhakes her locks, the budding rofe
Smiles at the parting twilight grey.
In renovated beauty blows.
And fheds her perfume on the day ;
When Lubin, Nature's ruftic child.
Tries calm contentment to enjoy.
And fweetly in, his wood-notes wild,
Thus chearful fings the Cottage Boys
" How bleft my days, fince Sylvia's kind !
" No other joy I wifh to know,
" For in her fmiles foft blifs I find,
In all her gentle virtues glow ;
" The flaves of fortirne let me fhun.
My humble cottage to enjoy."
When toil and labour's o'er and done,
Thus chearful lings the Cottage Boy.
" Returning at mild ev'ning's hour,
" Perhaps my Sylvia I may meet,
" For her I'll pull the choiceft flow'r,
" And flrew it at my fair one's feet.
" Then as it drooping dies 'twill prove
" That time e'en beauty will deftroy,
" How tranfient then is youthful love!"
Thus chearful fung the Cottage Boy..
ye in Youth and Beauty's Pride.
OYE in youth and beauty's pride,
, Who lightly dance along,
While laughter frolicks at your fide.
And rapture tunes your fong.
Vi' hat tho' each grace around you play,
Each beauty bloom for you.
Warm as the blufh of rifing day.
And fparkling as the dew.
The blufh that glows fo gaily now,
But glows to difappear.
And quiv'ring from the bending bough.
Soon breaks the pearly tear!
So pafs the beauties of your prime,
'i hat e'en in blooming die ;
So fhrinking at the blaft of time,
The treach'rous graces fly.
With charms that win beyond the fight,
And hold the willing heart,
O learn then to await their flight.
Nor figh when they depart •,
Thefe graces fliall remain behind,
1 hefe beauties ftill controul.
The graces of the polifh'd mind,
The beauties of the foul.
Have Confcience, my Dear.
Sung in the Entf^rtainment of ' I'he ChapUt.''
YOU fay, at your feet that I wept in defpair.
And vow'd that no angel was ever fo fair:
How could you believe all the nonfenfe I fpoke ?
What know we of angels? — I meant it in joke.
I next ftand indiSed for fwearing to love.
And nothing but death fhould my paffion removes
I havelik'd you a twelvemonth, a calendar year;
And not yet contented ! — Have confcience, my dear.
Dumbarton's Drums.
DUMBARTON'S drums beat bonny, O,
When they mind me of my dear Jonny, O,
How happy am I,
When my foldier is by,
While he kiffes and blefles his Annie, O.
'Tis a foldier alone can delight me, O,
For his graceful looks do invite me, O :
Whilft guarded in his arms,
I'll fear no war s alarms.
Neither danger, nor death, fliall e'er fright me, 0«
My love is a handfome laddie, O,
Genteel, but not foppifh nor gaudy, O :
Tho' commiffions they are dear,
Yet I'll buy him one this year.
He no longer ihall ferve as a Cadie, O.
A foldier has honour and bravery, O,
Unacquainted with rogues, and their knavery, O ;
He minds no other thing.
But the ladies, or his king ;
For every other care is but fiavery, O.
Then I'll be the captain'ji lady, O,
Farewell, all my friends, and my daddy, O ;
I'll wait no more at home.
But I'll follow with the drum.
And whenever that beats I'll be ready, O.
Dumbarton's drums found bonny, O,
They are fprightly, like my dear Jonny, O.
How Happy fhall I be
When on my foldier's knee.
And he kiffes, and blefles, his Annie, O-
Allan Ramfy.