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CHARMS OF MELODY,
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SIREN MEDLEY.
The Plan of the Publidier is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and mddern, in the Englilh Language,
'forming a Univcrful Magazine of Love, Senlimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs ; as well as Old Englilh,
Irifh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaries, &c. Sec. To which will be added, a complete Index.
Wine, Wine in the Morning.
INE, wine in the morning
Makes us frolick and gay,
hat, like eaoles, we foar
In the pride of the day ;
Efouty fots of the night
' ~ Only find a decay.
t*"Tis fhe fun ripes the grape,
V A.nd to drinking gives light ;
ifWe imitate him
When by noon we're at height ;
|f They Heal wine, who take it
"" V/hen he's out of fight.
;Boy, fill all the glaffes,
^"Fill them up, now he ftiines;
'The higher he rifes,
The more he refines :
For wine and wit fall
As their maker declines.
O'er the Bowl we'll laugh and ling.
O'ER the bowl we'll laugh and fing;
Melancholy hence away 1
Ring, ring, the bowl is empty,
Fill it, landlord, let's be gay.
Roufe, ye genial fons of mirth !
Now's tire time to baffle care;
Tho' we're mortal now on earth,
Let us fancy heaven here.
Happlnefs alone purfue ;
Where is more than dwells in wine?
Each full bumper gives a new
Pleafure to the theme divine.
Why Ihould man, with forr-ow pining,
Lofe a life of joy and eale ?
When his blifs is ilill refining
. In fublime delights like thefe.
When Calliope and Clio to Britain's
rude Ifle.
.■fTTHEN Calliope and Clio to Britain's rude
Perchance on a vifiting came,
All then was confufion, till they deigned to fmile.
And hoift here the ftandard of fame.
In procefs of time, by the mufes grand aid,
Our ifland extended her fway
O'er empires and kingdoms; no land ever made
Of commerce and arts luch difplay.
At length, full determin'd to fix their abode
In England, the mufes Agreed ;
For the foil here was good, and whenever they
fow'd
It was certain to propagate feed.
Thus favour'd, we'll fpurn at the fcroyls of the
And their impotent boaftingsdefpife;
For envy, and rancour, what ills they prefage.
On themfelves are moft certain to rife.
A Glafs of good Punch.
Sung in ' Ptor Vulcan.^
THESE mortals fay right, in their jovial
abodes,
That a glafs of good punch is the drink of the
gods ;
Take only a fmack of
The neftar we crack of,
You'll find it is punch and no more :
The ingredients they mingle,
Are contraries, fingle ;
So are ours, they're the elements four.
Then, Bacchus, for thou art the drunkard's pro-
teftor,
IlTue inftant a fiat.
And let who dare deny it.
That nedtar's good punch, and that good punch is
neftar.
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