Inglis Collection of printed music > Printed music > Composite music volume > Unidentified collection of glees, catches, rounds etc

How sweet is the circle of friends round the table,
Where stutcly Kilgaran o'erhangs the brown dale I
While none are unwilling, and few are unable
To carol wild notes, or relate a wild tale;
Yet weak is our vaunt, while something we want,
More sweet than the pleasure that Friendship can give;
Come smile, damsels &c.
How vainly we prose over black_lctter pages,
To cull a rude gibbrish from Hotham or Brook!
Leave your books, and your parchments to grey bearded sages;
Be Nature our law, and fair Woman our book;
For weak as our vaunt, while some thing we want,
More sweet than the pleasure that knowledge can give J
Come smile, damsels &c.
Admit that our labours were crown'd in full measure,
And gold was the fruit of rhetorical flowers;
That India supplied us with long hoarded treasure,
That Divinor, Slebeck,or Coedmore were ours!
Yet weak is our vaunt,, while somo thing we want,
More sweet than the pleasure that riches can give;
Come smile, damsels etc.
Or say that pre f erring fair Thames to fair Tivy,
We gain'd with bright ermine, robes purple and red,
And peep'd through large perukes, like owlets through ivy,
Or grant that a coronet bla/.'d on each head;
Yet weak were our vaunt, while something we want,
More sweet than the pleasure that honours can give;
Come smile, damsels eke.