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THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
O R
SIREN MEDLEY.
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Frefh and Strong.
FRESH and ftrong the breeze is blowing,
As yon fhip at anchor rides,
Sullen waves inceflant flowing
Rudeljf dafh againft its fides j
So my heart its courfe impeded,
Beats in my perturbed breaft,
Doubts, like waves by waves fucceeded.
Rife, and ftill deny it reft.
Come then, lover, friend, prote<5l me,
By thy kindnefs dry my tears ;
Ah! fupport me, guide, diredl me,
Hufh my doubts and lull my fears:
So my heart with pleafure glowing,
Down life's ftream (hall fmoothly glide,
As yon tall bark with ftreamers flowing.
Spreads its fails and cleaves the tide,
Wheu Kind Friends, &c.
WHEI^ kind friends exped a fong.
Something new and flriking;
Surely he can ne'er be wrong,
Who gives each his liking.
Patriots like to get a place.
The courtiers tiieirs to keep ;
Country 'fquires to dtink and chafe,
And cits to eat and Ueep.
Parfons like a bifhopnck.
Gamblers like to bubble;
Dotflors like to fee friends lick,
Lawyers theirs in trouble.
Soldiers like both peace and pay.
When fighting is no more;
Sailors like a road to ftray.
For gold to walh alhore.
Ruddy bullies like to blufler.
Pale beaux to feera polite ;
Train-band captains like a mufter.
But neither like to fight.
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Xadies like— a thoufand things,
But yet it were not well;
He who for his pleafure fings.
Should all their Ukings tell.
You bid my Fair Conceal, &c.
YOU bid myfair conceal my love,
Ah, think, ah think how hard the tafk,
Think of the mighty pains I prove.
Think of the mighty pains I prove.
Ah ! think of what you a(k,
Ah! think of what you a(k, you, a(k, &c.
Go bid the fevour'd wretch forbear,
Midft biirning, midft burning to complain,
Go bid the flaves who fetter'd are,
Go bid the flaves who fetter'd are.
Forget their galling chain, rheir chain.
Forget their galling chain, their chain, &c.
Shou'd they obey, flill greater far.
The torments, the torments which I ftel,
Love's fires than fevers fiercer are,
Love's fires than fevers fiercer are,
Love pierces more than flee!, than fleet.
Love pierces njore thati fteel, &c.
Pain b\u the body can controul.
The thoughts, the thoughts no cords can- bind.
Love is a fever of the foul.
Love is a fever of the foul,
A chain that holds the mind, the mind,
A chaiii that holds the mind, the mind, &c.
A Soldier for me.
FROM my cradle a foldier was all my delight,
His fafli was fo gay, and his gorget fo bright ;
'1 hen the charming redcoat, and more charming
cockade,
Cou'd ne'er be refifled by widow or maid.
A foldier fo noble, fo gallant and gay.
That q foldier will always the bell bear awav.
'Twas his drefs, 'twas his air, 'twas h» beauty alone
That won my fond heart, and firft; made me Iiis awn ;
But thofe charms which firft caught me now vanilh
in ainj
Fox his valour, a.^d worth, and his heart he is dear.
A Soldier fo noble, &<.-.
Ye fair>Briti(h maids, your protetflors reward.
Who leave folter pleafu res your fafety to guard ;
No cruelty here let your heroes e'er mourn.
Let the funlhine of liniles gild the foldier's return !
A Soldier fo noble, &e.
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