THE NIGHTINGALE: A CHOICE SELECTION OF THE MOST ADMIRED POPULAR SONGS, HEROIC, PLAINTIVE, SENTIMENTAL, HUMOUROUS, • AND BACCHANALIAN. ^trangelr for Ifte 'FioUn, iflute, anlr Fo(cr. BY THE EDITOR OF THE SKYLARK*' AND THRUSH.** ** Wi^ hand ou haunch, an’ upward e’e. He crooird hi* gamut, one, two, three. Then in an Arioto key. The wee Apollo Set off xrV AUtgretto glee Hi* giga iolo.'^ BURNS . — Jolljf Beggars* LONDON: PUBLISHED BY THOMAS TEGG, 73, CHEAPSIDE ; R. GRIFFIN AND CO. GLASGOW; J. GUMMING, DUBLIN; AND M. BAUDRY, PARIS. LOKDOM : PRINTED BY PLUMMER AND BREWI8, LOVE LANE, EA8TCHEAP ADVERTISEMENT. The Publisher having expressed in a former volume his intention of completing a Collection of the Standard Songs of our country, is happy in prosecution of his design, to present to the musical world, this Third Volume of the series originally contemplated. From the care and diligence used in the selection he hopes he may, without presumption, be allowed to felicitate himself in having contributed in some degree, to the elegant amusement of our leisure hours, by the unique volumes now before the Public ; and trusts, that the “ Nightingale'’ will be found worthy an equal portion of that patronage, which the former volumes have so amply met with. 2609 1 5 CONTENTS. BRITISH AND PAGE. Rest, warrior, rest 1 Will Watch 3 The lass that loves a sailor 6 the bottle sings ... 8 If a daughter you have 10 Love ! good night! 11 Blow high ! blow low ! 12 Young William 14 Bay of Biscay 15 Emerald Isle 17 Oh! had my love ne’er smil’d 19 A master I have 20 Three years a sailor’s life I led 22 A kernel from an apple’s core 24 Love’s she like me ? 26 Soldier’s adieu^ 27 When I gazed on a beauti> ful face/. 29 Molly Malone 31 Travellers see strange things 32 From aloft the sailor looks 3^1 When at school, not a fool 35 The Waterman 36 Oh ! cruel 38 I locked up all my treasure 40 When order in the laud ... 41 Ye S|)otted snakes ! 43 Nannie, O 45 Stout man of war 47 The Post-Captain 49 Give Isaac the nymph 52 Miss Bailey’s ghost 54 OTHER SONGS. PAGB. Revenge, he cries ! 56 I’m quite the thing 58 Tom Starboard 60 Sally in our alley^ 62 My fair one 65 Hey for a lass 66 Like my dear swain 68 With a merry tale ;. 69 Adieu ! my native lan^..... 71 The woodland maid 72 I have a lover of my own ... 74 The bold robber 76 Britannia’s sons 78 Lovely woman 80 Sallv Roy 82 Can st thou leave me, thus ? 84 O the days when I was young • 86 Mid-watch 88 Soldier’s adieu/ 90 Maid ofSnowden 92 Thy bosom, dear maiden ... 94 O, merry may the maid be 95 Tis love in the heart 97 On this cold flinty rock 99 Wealth of the cottage is love 101 The thorn 103 Come Jockey, sweet Jockey 104 Roy’s wife of Alldivaloch... 106 The white cockado.'. 108 Emily 109 Saw ye ray father ? ijo CONTENTS. viii PAOE. Man’s life is but vain 2^ Fenc’d round by brake Ah! how Sophia 239 Arise, fair maid 241 Bacchus, come ... 245 Oh ! turn those dear, dear eyes away 247 How oft has fancy 251 Ask if yon damask rose ... 257 Stranger, think me not too bold 259 The simple youth 261 Indeed, forsooth 263 Love in thine eyes 265 1 lock’d up all my treasure . 270 Belinda, see 272 Why, cruel creature 274 PAGE. Come, blushing rose 278 Unkennel, uncouple the hounds 280 What raptures ring around . 284 Mira believe 286 I early found mytender heart 291 Proud woman, I scorn you * 294 Adieu, sweet rose 296 The spaniels uncoupl’d 298 How great is the pleasure... 300 Time drives the flocks 302 To ev’ry fav’rite village sport 305 Go breeze that sweeps 308 Quoth Jack on a time 310 Here lies a philosopher 312 To be gazing 315 Love and folly 317 THE NIGHTINGALE. REST ! WARRIOR, REST ! i pii :&zt He comes from the wars, from the red field of fight, He comes thro* the storm and the dark-ness of night ; For rest and for re-fuge now fain to im - plore, The war - rior bends low at the m cot - ta - ger*s door ; Pale, pale, pale is his B 2 THE NIGHTINGALE. cheek, there’s a gash oii his brow, His locks o’er his shoul-ders dis-tract-ed-ly flow, And the fire of his heart shoots by fits from his eye. Like a Ian - guish - ing lamp that jnst flashes to die. -=»-P-=^4 Rest, war-ri-or, rest! Rest, war-ri-or, rest! Sunk in silence and sleep, in the cottager’s bed. Oblivion shall visit the war weary head ; Perchance he may dream, but the vision shall tell, Of his lady love’s bow’r, and her latest farewell. Oh ! then hope’s fond dream chase the battle’s array, And sweet love to his home guides the warrior’s wav ; All the calm joys of peace to his heart shall yield rest. Ah ! warrior, wake not, such slumber is blest. Rest, warrior, rest! THE NIGHTINGALE. 3 WILL WATCH. ’Twas one morn, when the wind from the iM m northward blew keenly, While sul-len-ly roar’d the big Watch kiss’d his Sue, then se - rene - ly Took helm, and to - sea bold - ly steer’d out a- i m erain. Will had pro - mis’d his - Sue that this trip, if well en-ded. Should coil up his hopes and he'd m i anchor a-shore ; When his pockets were lined, why his more. 4 , THE NIGHTINGALE. His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her lading, Then Will stood for home, reached her offing, and cried, This night, if IVe luck, furls the sails of my trading, In dock I can lay, serve a friend, too, beside. Will lay-totill the night came on darksome and dreary. To crowd ev’ry sail then he piped up each hand ; But a signal soon spied, 'twas a prospect uncheery, A signal that warned him to bear from the land. The Philistines are out, cries Will, well, take no heed on’t. Attacked, who’s the man that will flinch from his gun; Should my head be blown off, I shall ne’er feel the need on’t. We’ll fight while we can, when we can’t, boys, we’ll run. Through the haze of the night, a bright flash now appearing. Oh! no! cries Will Watch, the Philistines bear down, Bear-a-head, my tight lads, e’er we think about sheering. One broadside pour in, should we swim boys, or drown. But should 1 be popp’d oflf, you, my mates, left behind me, ' Record my last words, see ’em kindly obeyed, THE NIGHTINGALE. 5 Let no stone mark the spot, and, my friends, do you mind me. Near the beach is the grave where Will Watch would be laid. Poor Will's yarn was spun out — for a bullet next minute Laid him low on the deck, and he never spoke more ; His bold crew fought the brig while a shot remained in it. Then sheered — and Will’s hulk to his Susan they bore. In the dead of the night his last wish was complied with, To few known his grave, and to few known his end^ He was borne to the earth by the crew that he died with. He’d the tears of his Susan, the prayers of each friend ; Near his grave dash the billows, the winds loudly bellow, Yon ash struck with lightning points out the cold bed Where Will Watch, the bold smuggler, that famed lawless fellow, Once feared, now forgot, sleeps in peace with the dead. 6 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE LASS THAT LOVES A SAILOR. m The moon on the ocean was dimm’d by a ripple af- i aizx if fording a chequer’d de-light,The gay jolly tars pass'd the word for the tipple,and the - toast, for ’twas Satur-day night. Some sweetheart, or wife, He lov’d as his life, Each drank, and wish’d he could - hail her ; - But the standing toast, That pleas’d the most, Was the — ^ Wind that blows. The ship that goes, and the lass that loves a - - Sailor! THE nightingale. / Some drank the King, some his brave ships. And some the Constitution; Some, may the French, and all such rips, Yield to English resolution. That fate might bless Some Poll or Bess, And that they soon might hail her ; But the standing toast, &c. Some drank the prince, and some our land. This glorious land of freedom ; Some that our tars may never want Heroes brave to lead them. That she who’s in distress may find Such friends that ne’er will fail her; But the standing toast, &c. SONG. The early horn salutes the morn. That gilds this charming place ; With cheerful cries bid echo rise. And join the jovial chace. The vocal hills around, The waving woods. The chrystal floods. All, all return the enliv’ning sound. s THE NIGHTINGALE. JUG, JUG, THE BOTTLE SINGS. — r > — 17 Tve liv’d a life of some few years, I’m fifty-four to- m m morrow, One for each smile I shed three tears, and ningled joy with- sorrow. Now wiser grown I i m if a drop I’ve in my eye, if a drop I’ve It’s only when the glasses ring, an< m my eye. It’s only when the glasses ring, and jug, jug, the bottles sing. It’s only when the glasses ring, and Jug, jug, jug, the bottles sing, and Jug, jug, jug, the - bot-tles sing, and i Jug, jug, jug, the - •- bot-tles sing. THE NIGHTINGALE. The friend I trusted, lack-a-day ! Most scurvily abas’d me ; The wife I married ran away With him who thus had us’d me. My grief, too big to let me cry, Could only tell me Sorrow’s dry ; So, if a drop was in my eye, ’Twas when I heard the glasses ring, And jug, jug, jug, the bottles sing. Yet think not, though some folks are bad, 111 usage sets me sulking, From duty’s call, old Matt’s the lad. Who ne’er was fond of skulkino-, O While love for Britain wets my eye. Like ev’ry tar, my best I’ll try, To thrash her foes ; and when I’m dry. Drink all her friends, her queen and king. While jug, jug, jug, the bottles sing. TRIO. To the Old, long life and treasure ; To the Young, all health and pleasure ; To the Fair, their face With eternal grace ; And the Foul to be lov’d at leisure. 10 THE NIGHTINGALE. IF A DAUGHTER YOU HAVE. If a - daugh-ter you have, she’s the L ] izr plague of your life, no peace shall you know, Tho’ you’ve T — r — — i- I. — ! bu-ried your wife! at twenty she mocks at the du-ty you taught her, O ! what a plague is an ob - sti - nate daughter ! Sighing and whining. dy-ing and pi-ning, Oh I what a plague is an - ob - sti - nate daughter. When scarce in their teens, they have wit to perplex us. With letters and lovers for ever they vex us. While each still rejects the fair suitor you’ve brought her, Oh ! what a plague is an obstinate daughter ! Wrangling and dangling ! Flouting and pouting! Oh ! what a plague is an obstinate daughter ! 1 THE NIGHTINGALE, LOVE! GOOD NIGHT! II «-» — m Now, good night, now, good night round each m m hill, and tower, and tree. Darkness deep her mantle closes, While all na-ture calm re -poses, Darkness m brings no rest to - me. Darkness brings no rest to i night. Love, good - night. Dearest love, dearest love — Still may no fond thought of me Thy calm hour of rest encumber ; But good angels watch thy slumber. Round the pillow press’d by thee. So good night, love — so good night. 12 THE NIGHTINGALE. BLOW HIGH BLOW LOW ! Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear the mainmast bv the board, my heart with thoughts of thee , my dear, and love well stor’d, shall brave all danger, scorn all fear, the roaring winds, the raging sea, in hopes on shore to be once more safe moor’d with thee. A - loft while moun-tains high wego, the whistlingwinds that scud along, &the ij=^=&= qg=^ surge roar-ing from be-low shall my 1’HE NIGHTINGALE. 13 signal be to think on ihee, shall my signal be to i think on thee, and this shall be my song — Blow. And on that night when all the crew, the a z j z i itifz r ir zC g " § mem’ry of their former lives, o'er flowing cans of flip renew, and drink their sweethearts and their wives. i 1 ril heave a sigh, I’ll heave a sigh, and think on thee, and as the ship rolls through tlie sea, the burthen of my song shall be Blow, c 14 THE NIGHTINGALE. YOUNG WILLIAM. Young William was a seaman true^ the darling r rSrr 'Tf — r II ^ • r-f-4. n Jle •» ^ Li --U -y of the bonny crew, For blyth he was and kind, And tho* no lag-ger lub-ber he, Right loth he was to go to sea. For Jane he left, he left be- hind. For Jane he left, he left be - hind. She troubled walk’d the beach in haste, And troubled look'd the wat’ry waste. And by the floating wave A corpse was wash’d upon the shore, ’Twas William’s ! and with tears they bore Two lovers to the grave. THE NIGHTINGALE. 15 RAY OF BISCAY. Loud roar’d the dreadful thunder, the rain a de-luge show’rs, The clouds were rent a - sunder. By lightning’s vi - vid pow’rs; The night both drear and w » = ■dark, our, poor de-vo-ted bark, There she lay, till next day in the Bay of Biscay, O ! Now dash’d upon the billow, Our op’ning timbers creak. Each fears a wat’ry pillow, None stop the dreadful leak ! To cling to slippVy shrouds. Each breathless seaman crowds, As she lay, till the day, In the bay of Biscay O I c 2 16 THE NIGHTINGALE. At length the wished for morrow^ Broke through the hazy sky ; Absorbed in silent sorrow. Each beared the bitter sigh ; The dismal wreck to view. Struck horror to the crew. As she lay, on that day, In the Bay of Biscay 0 t Her yielding limbers sever,p Her pitchy seams are rent; When Heaven, all-bounteous ever. Its boundless mercy sent ! A sail in sight appears, We hail her with three cheers i Now we sail, with the gale. From the Bay of Biscay O I QUINTETTO. You gave me your heart t’other day, I thought it as safe as my own ; IVe not lost it, but what can I say ? Not your heart from mine can be known. J THE NIGHTINGALE. 17 EMERALD ISLE. Of all nations under the sun, dear E-rin does truly ex - cel, For friendship, for PP^ m valor, and fun. *Tis famous the world sure can tell. The boys are all hearty, the girls sweet 0 Pre=f^ ^ii daughters of beauty they prove. The former ne'er dread any perils ; The latter are brimful of love. Then sing whack for the Em-e-rald m Isle, Where shil-la-Iahs and shamrocks a-bound, May c 3 18 THE NIGHTINGALE. fc. . — N rs> peace a t ^ ^ 7-- ’ “ * ^ ,nd pros-pe-ri - ty smile o’er the 1 II land and its na-tives a - - - round. Our forefathers tell us St. Pat Drove venom away from our shore ; The shamrock he blessed, and for that We steep it in whiskey galore ; He told us while Time should remain, Still happy would be the gay sod, And bloom in the midst of the main, By the footsteps of friendship still trod. QUARTETTO. In summer’s cool shade how delightful to sit, III winter how social whon a few friends are met ; In autumn ripe fruits our palates regale. In the spring we delight in the sweet blossomed vale. Each season has pleasure and blessing in store, Be content, and be happy, and wish for no more ; For know the best season to laugh and to sing, Is Summer, is Winter, is Autumn, is Spiing, the nightingale. 19 on ! HAD MY LOVE NE’ER SMILED. Oh ! had my love ne’er smil’d on me, I ne'er had known such anguish, But think how false, how cru - el she. To bid me cease to lan-guish ; To bid me hope her hand to gain. breathe on a flame half pe - - risk’d and then with cold and fix’d disdainTo kill the hope she cherish’d. 20 THE NIGHTINOALE. A MASTER I HAVE A master I have, and I am his man, galloping dreary dun, A master I have and 1 am his man, And he’ll get a wife as fast as he can, With his haily, gaily, gambo-raily, gig*gling niggling,gallopinggalloway, draggle-tail dreary dun. I saddled his steed so fine and so gay, Galloping dreary dun ; I mounted my mule, and we rode away, Wiih our haily, &c. We canter d along until it grew dark, Galloping dreary dun ; The nightingale sung instead of the lark, With her haily, J h— - s self might stand i ap- 1 n~* pal’d, When 3L — i— n rl 1 -^i — Lw — I--U- on the wing s of thy dear love, To heav’n above I’hy fervent c _.;zpi3:_5jz;__ )-ri-sons are flown, The P ? TllR NIGHTINGALE. (s\ ^ J! tender pi •ay’r thou put’st up there shall call a p . r* P 9 — M ■ — 1 ■■■■. — i£) guardian angel down. Shall call a guardian angel down, To watch me in the battle I My safety thy fair truth shall be, As sword and buckler serving ; My life shall be more dear to me, Because of thy preserving. Let terror come, let horror threat, Let thundering cannons rattle, ril fearless seek the conflict’s heat, Assured when on the wings of love. To heaven above, &c. Enough, with that benignant smile, Some kindred god inspired thee, Who knew thy bosom void of guile. Who wondered and admired thee. 1 go assured, my life, adieu, Though thundering cannons rattle, Though murdering carnage stalks in view. When on the wings of thy true love. To heaven above, &c. THK NlGilTINGALE. 20 WHEN I GAZED ON A BEAUTIFUL FACE. When 1 gaz’d on a beau ti - ful face, Or a form which r nv fani'v T 1 sweetness and grace, And falsely believ'd that 1 lov’d : But my heart, tho’ it strove to de- ceive. The in - justice it would not al j could look, I could like f I could leave, but I n^er could love till now. Ah ! never, no never, ah ! never, no never, I never could love now. I) 3 THE NIGHTINGALE. Yet though I from others could rove, Now harbour no doubt of my truth, Those flames were not lighted by love. They were kindled by folly and youth. But MO longer of reason bereft, On your hand, that pure altar, I vow, Though I’ve look'd, and have lik’d, and havi left— That I never have lov’d — till now. DUET. Fill all the glasses high. Drink, drink and defy All power but love ; Wine gives the slave His liberty, but love. Love makes a slave Of thund’ring Jove. Then drink, drink away. Make a night of the day, 'Tis nectar, ’tis liquor divine ; The pleasures of life. Free from anguish and strife, Are owing to love and good wine. THE NIGHTINGALE. 31 MOLLY MALONE. By the big hill of Howth, That’s a bit of an oath, That to swear by I’m loth, To the heart of a Stone ; But be poison my drink, If I sleep, snore or wl^, Once forgetting to think, Of your lying a- lone; Och, its how I’m in love, like a beautiful dove, That sits cooing above,On the boughs of a tree ; Its my- self I’ll soon smother. In something or other, Un- less I can bother Your heart to love me. Sweet Molly, sweet Molly Malone, sweet Molly, sweet Molly Malone 32 THE NIGHTINGALE. TRAVELLERS SEE STRANGE THINGS. ^ F F F ■ --fz:: ^zr>= In J £ — u — ^ ^ — England I’ve seen the brave sons of roast beef. Rais’d 1 ligli on prosperity’s wings, Saw ■■j— rF^$-=fc:±=J - - b» — *t::± - w wealth and good- humour be-yond all belief, But ^r-T' ■ f =ikn_rT-T=T^r:-s Tt — travellers see strangi 3 things ; Saw wealth and good rs) humour be-yond all be jlief. But tr avellers sec strange ~ = things, strange things, strange thb^. But ^ — tra - vel - lers see strange things. The nightingale. 3i FROM ALOFT THE SAILOR LOOKS From a - loft the sai - lor looks a- round and hears be-low the murm*ring billows sound ; Far off from home he counts au-o-ther day ; Wide o’er the seas the vessel bears away, Wide o’er the seas the vessel bears a - way ; His courage wants no whet, but he springs the sail to set, with a heart as fresh as 34 THE NIGHTINGALE. ris - ing breeze of May, and caring nought he — J — 4 ^ turns his » :iL:z 4 4 “ & I thoughts to his lovely Sue, or his - ‘-r-p- — i~r-F==?F=^===T charm ing - Bet, . to his love - ly Sue, or his charm - iug Bei» '•i-’ ■* ' : ^ . Now to heav’n the lofty topmast soars, The stormy blast like thunder roars, Now ocean’s deepest gulfs appear below. The curling surges foam, and down we go ; When skies and seas are met, They his courage ser»^e to wet, With a heart as fresh as rising breeze of May. And dreading nought, he turns his thoughts, "to his lovely Sue, or charming Bet V THE NIGHTINGALE. 35 AVIJEN AT SCHOOL, NOT A FOOL. When at school, not a fool, 'ere was I for the finger of scorn to be wagg'd at, So the law soon I saw best to try, in hopes to be Cadi of Bag - dat. So-ly-man Shah was a lawyer good and he made me a ve-ry fine mas-ter, He cheated his clients as fast as he could, and he m — br- _ taught me to cheat ’em faster. When at school, not a fool, 'ere was 1 for the finger of scorn to be wagg’d at ; so the law soon I saw, best to try, in hopes to be ca-di of Bagdat, 36 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE WATERMAN. And did you not hear of a jol - ly young i wat-ter-man, who at Black-fri-ars’- Bridge us’d for to ply, And he feather’d his oars with such skill and dex-te-ri-ty. Winning each heart and de- light-ing each eye. He look’d so neat and row’d so stea-di-ly, The maidens all flock’d to his Boat so rea di-lyj^y"* Aud he ey’d the young rogues with so charming an air. He ey’d the young rogues with so charming an air, *ia 'i'hat this waterman ne’er was in want of a fare. THE NIGHTINGALE. 37 What sights of hne folks he oft row’d in his wherry, 'Twas clean’d out so nice, and so painted withal ; He was always first oars, when the fine city ladies In a party to Ranelagh went, or Vauxhall; And oftentimes would they be giggling and leering; But ’twas all one to Tom their gibing and jeering ; For loving or liking he little did care, For this waterman ne’er was in want of a fare. And yet, but to see how strange things happen, As he row’d along, thinking of nothing at all, He was ply’d by a damsel so lovely and charming,’ That she smil’d, and so straightway in love he did fall. And would this young damsel but banish his sorrow, He’d wed her to-night — before to-morrow. And how should this waterman ever know care. When he’s married, and never in want of a fare. DUET. Says Pontius in rage contradicting his wife. You never yet told me one truth in your life; Vex’d Pontia no way would this thesis allow, You’re a Cuckold, says she, do I tell you truth now ? E 38 THE NIGHTINGALE. OH ! CRUEL. Pf 5 :-: Oh ! cruel vas my parents, as tore my love from me. And cru 1 v.«s the press- ^^4 gang who took him off to sea. And cruel vas the » ■ a p ' T lit-tle boat as row’d him from the strand, And □sz; cruel vas the great big ship, as sail'd him from the land, Sing - ing too rol loo rol loo rol loo rol too rol loo rol loo. Oh! cruel vas the vater that bore my love from Mary, And cruel vas the fair vind that vouldn’t blow^ contrary ; And cruel vas the boatswain, the captain, and the men, That didn’t care a farden if we never met again. Too rol. too rol, &c. THE NIGHTINGALE. 39 Oh 1 cruel vas the splinter that broke my poor love’s leg, Now he*s obliged to fiddle fort, and I’m obliged to beg; A vagabonding vagrant, and a rantipoling wife, We fiddles,’"and we limps it, through the ups and downs of life. ' Too rol, too rol, &c. Oh ! cruel vas the engagement, in which my true-love fought, rv And cruel vas the cannon-ball that knocked his right eye out ; He used to leer and ogle me, with peepers full of fun, But now he looks askew at me, because he’s only one. Too rol, too rol, &c. My love he plays the fiddle well, and vanders up and down, - - — And I follows at his helbow, through all the streets in town ; We spends our days in harmony, and wery seldom fights. Except when he’s his grog aboard, or I gets queer at nights. Too rol, too rol, &c. E 2 40 Till? NIGHTINGALE. I LOCKED UP ALL MV TREASURE. I lock'd up all my trea - sure, I hastened many a mile, and by my grief did mea-sure the pass-ing time the while. I ^ “M lock’d up all my trea-sure, I hasten’d many a mile, And by my grief did mea-sure The pass-ing time the while. And by my grief did mea-sure the pass-ing time the while. My business done and over, I hasten’d back amain, Like an expecting lover, To view it once again. But this delight was stifled, As it began to dawn, I found the casket rifled, And all my treasure gone. TSm NIGHTINGALE. 41 AVIIEN ORDER IN THE LAND. ^ When order in the land commenc d, With i Al-fred’s sacred laws, Then sea-girt Britons, close - ly fenc’d, join’d in one com-mon cause ; The glorious name, an Englishman, struck terror to the foe, And con-qu’ring William fix’d a fame, that shall for ages grow. On Albion’s cliffs let commerce smile, and cheering plen-ty i bring, Then sweet content shall bless the isle, and George its gracious king, and George its gracious king. 42 THE NIGHTINGALE. Our Henrys and our Edwards too, Framed once a constitution, Which Orange William did renew, By glorious revolution. Mild Ann with sceptre gently sway’d. Ensured her people’s love, And when her kingdoms peace she made, Was call’d to realms above ! Hence British Freedom, rights and laws, From whence her glories spring, The prayer of grateful Britain draws, On George its gracious king. Great George and Charlotte’s happy reign. In union binds the land. And scatters blessings o’er the main. With all benignant hand : The regal stock its royal fruit, Like ivy round it clings, From whence its spreading branches shoot A race of future kings ; Thence English, Scotch, and Irishmen, With heart and voice shall sing, While Brunswick’s line adorns the throne, God save our gracious king THE NIGHTINGALE. 43 YE SPOTTED SNAKES! -■=p(t:irSi=:| Ye spotted snakes, with double tongue, Thorny hedge-hogs be not seen ! Newts and biind worms If do no wrong. Come not near oiir fairy f«F m queen, come not near our fai-ry queen. Phi-lo- mel with me - lo - dy, Sing in your sweet lulla- j— p — ^1 F=3=33|q kz' H- ^ ’ love-ly la-dy nigh; So good night, so good night, so good night, with lul - la lul - la- 44 THE NIGHTINGALE. Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence ! Beetles black approach not near. Worm nor snail do no offence. Philomel with melody, &c. GLEE. When Arthur first in court began, To wear long hanging sleeves ; He entertain’d three serving men, And all of them were thieves The first he was an Irishman, The second he was a Scot ; The third he was a Welchman, And all was knaves I wot. The Irishman he lov’d usquebaugh, The Scot lov’d ale called blue-tap, The Welchman he lov’d toaste^cheese, And made his mouth like a mouse trap. Usquebaugh burnt the Irishman’s throat, The Scot was drown’d in ale, The Welchman had like to have been choak’d by a mouse. And he pull’d it out by the tail. THE NIGHTINGALE. 45 NANNIE, O. m Be-hind yon hills where Lu - ga flows, Many m \m m moors an’ mosses many, O, The wintry sun the i day has clos’d, And I’ll awa to Nannie, O ; The -1 T — 1 — 1 west - liu' wind blaws loud and shrill. The =Z. , # night’s baith mirk and rainy, O ; But I’ll get my plaid, and out I’ll steal. And owre the hills to Nan - nie, O. My Nannie’s charming, sweet, and young, Nae artfu’ wiles to win ye, O ; May ill befa’ the flatt’ring tongue That wad beguile my Nannie, O. THE NIGHTINGALE. Her face is fair, her heart is true, As spotless as she’s bonnic, O ; 'Die opening gowan, wat wi* dew, Nae purer is than Nannie, O. ^country lad is my degree, An’ few there be that ken me, O ; But what care I how few they be ? Fm welcome ay to Nannie, O. My riches a’s my penny-fee, An’ I maun guide it cannie, O ; But warFs gear ne’er troubles me. My thoughts are a’ my Nannie, O. Our auld gudeman delights to view His sheep an’ kye thrive bonnie, O ; But I’m as blithe that hands his plough. An’ hae nae care but Nannie, O. Come weel, come woe, I carena by I’ll tak what heaven will sen’ me, O ; Nae ither care in life hae I, But live, an’ love my Nannie, O. THE NIGHTINGALE. 47 STOUT MAN OF WAR. if Tlio’ Greece all the arts once dis- .1 1 Ifca ^3 1 — played on her coast, And Rome could her temples and m pa- laces boast, Ye\ what was a trophy, or I fine gil-ded car. To the castle of Eng-land, a i Stout man of war, To the castle of Eng-land, a stout man of war; Ma - jes-lic in grandeur she m ’iri soars o’er the tide, The dread of her foes, but of i m Britons the pride. In thun-der her vengeance is heard from a-far, For the castle of England’s a 48 THE NIGHTINGALE. ( 5 ) Stout man of war. In thun - der her ven - geance is heard from a-far, For the cas-tle of Eng-Iand’s a stout man of war. Invaders may threaten, but bulwarks like these, Will guard Britain’s island, the queen of the seas, While courage will strengthen the nerves of each tar, In the castle of England, a stout man of war; When the thunder of battle rolls over the wave. And mariners combat their country to save. Their conquests shall shine as the bright morning star. On the castles of England, the stout men of war. Chorus. Their conquest shall shine as the bright morning star, Oa the castles of England, their brave men of war ! TIIH NIGHTINGALE. 49 THE POST-CAPTAIN. When Steerwell heard me first impart Our i 335 hcz: brave commander's story. With ardent zeal his i 3 } youthful heart SwelTd high for naval glory. Re- solv'd to gain a valiant name, For bold adventures ea- ger, When first a little cabin-boy on board the Fame, He would hold on the jig-ger. While ten jolly tars, with mu-sic-al Joe, Hove the an-chor a-peak singing yeo heave 50 THE NIGHTINGALE. To hand topgallant sails next he learned. With quickness, care, and spirit. Whose generous master then discerned. And prized his dawning merit; He taught him soon to reef and steer. When storms convulsed the ocean. Where shoals made skilful vet’rans fear. Which marked him for promotion ; As none to the pilot e’er answered like he. When he gave the command, hard a-port ! helm a-lee \ Luff, boys, luff, keep her near, Clear the buoy, make the pier. None to the pilot e’er answered like he. When he gave the command, hard a-port ? helm a lee ! Luff, boys, luff, keep her near, Clear the buoy, make the pier. THE NIGHTINGALE. b\ For valour, skill, and worth renowned, The foe he oft defeated, Atui now with fame and fortune crowned, Post Captain he is rated; Who, should our injured country bleed. Still bravely would defend her; And blessed with peace, should beauty plead. He’ll prove his heart as tender. Unawed, yet mild to high and low. To poor or wealthy, friend or foe ; Wounded tars share his wealth; All the fleet drink his health. Prized be such hearts, for aloft they will go, Which always are ready compassion to show. To a brave conquered foe. QUARTETTO. Care sleeps whene’er I drink my wine ; Then why thus anxiously repine f Since sadness cannot death defer, Why does my life for reason err? With Bacchus let us revels keep, For while we drink our sorrows sleep. THE NIGIITINGALE. GIVE ISAAC THE NYMPH. Give Isaac the nymph who no beau-ty can boast, Bat health and good-humour to make her his toast ; If straight I don't mind whether slen-der or fat. And, six fee: or four we'll ne’er quar e er ^ ^ ^ ~re\ for that, we'll ne’er quar rel for that. What- hercom-pl x-ion, I vow 1 don t care. If brown, it is lasting, more pleas ing, if fair, And tho* in her cheeks I no dimples should see, Let her THE NIGHTINGALE. 53 -■ ■■ ■ — me, a dim - pie to me, Let her smile, and each dell is a dimple to me. Let her locks be the reddest that ever were seen, And her eyes may be e’en any colour but green ; For in eyes, though so various the lustre and hue, I swear Pve no choice, only let her have two. ’Tis true, Td dispense with a throne on her back, And white teeth, I own, are genteeler than black ; A little round chin, too, ’s a beauty I have heard, But I only desire she mayn’t have a beard. QUARTETTO. You gave me your heart t’other day, I thought it as safe as my own, l\e not lost it, but what can ! say ? Not your heart from mine can be known. 54 TIIK NiailTING.VLE. MISS BAILEY’S GHOST. 1 :zA -=»-p- The dog had ceas’d to ba.k, The sil-ver moon shone bright, When in the lone church- yard, Stood poor Miss Bai-ley’s ghost, Sing-ing — Oh! what will be-come of me, Ah ! why did 1 die ! No - bo - dy com - ing to bu ■ ry me, No - bo - dy com - ing to cry No-bo-dy com-ing to cry ! A THE NIGHTINGALE. 5.5 The first time T saw Captain Smith, 1 was fair, though he treated me foul, So here tete-a-tete with the moon, All night will I bellow and howl. Oh ! what can the matter be, My own ghost in the cold must expirt?. While wicked Smith, o'er his ratafie, Is roasting his shins by the fire. The last time I saw my deluder He gave me a shabby pound -note, But 1 borrow'd his best leather breeches. To wear with my wooden surtout. And its oh, to be covered in decency. For a grave 1 the parson did pay^ But Captain Smith’s note was a forgery, And I was turned out of my clayr And here am I singing my song. Till almost the dawning of day ; Come, sexton, come, spectre, come. Captain, Will nobody take me away ? But hold, yet I’ve one comfort left. Delightful to most married fair. Though cold, and of all joy bereft. Yet still I’ve the breeches to wear. 56 TUB NIGHTINGALE. REVENGE, HE CRIES ! When peace has spread with lib’ - ral hand, Her smil - ing smil - ing blessings o’er the prove The gen - tie gen - tie joys that flow from love; But when war’s sound-ing clarion calls him to the battle-field, Then evVy thought of love ev’«ry thought of love must to his ho -nor yield, So should in - suit e - ver mad - ly dare ap - proach his sacred Tilli NIGHTINGALE. 57 hearth, while love is there, while love is there ; Re- venge, he cries ! To arms he flies ! And the rash dar-ing trai-tor o’er-ta-ken dies ! Re-venge he cries ! And the trai - tor dies! And thus for her, by whose bright love inspired. My arm with more than mortal strength was fired , For her alone, my soul's delight, I slew the dastard in the fight. So shall love, guiding vengeance, still direct my ar;n, And ev’ry foe subdue, and ev’ry threat’ning harm And should insult ever madly dare Approach my sacred hearth while love is there For revenge I cry, Swift to arms I fly. And the rash daring traitor, O’ertaken, shall die. Revenge ! revenge ! revenge I ^ 68 THE NIGHTINGALE. I’M QUITE THE THING. *== Z=K w-4- ■ t p r ..=zz==z—..:fzf: ■t ■ - ray, young man, your suit . give over, --Hqi-ES yp ' 4^ — — — *" u — ^ — Heav’n de-sign’d you not for me u=*=P , Cease to be a =*=i - — . whin ing lo-ver, sour and sweet will ne’er agree. Cl — — ^ own • Uh in each limb am 1 fea • lure', (31 ? — $=i: You’ve no skill to dance or sing, At THE NIGHTINGALE. 69 As I soon may roll in pleasure. Bumpkins I must bid adieu ; Can you think that such a treasure, E’er was destined man for you ? No:— mayhap when I am carried, ’Mongst the great to dance or sing, To some great lord I may be married, All allow Tm quite the thing, Ac. Beaus to me will then be kneeling, “ Ma’am I die if you don’t yield Let ’em plead their tender feeling. While my tender heart is steel’d. When I dance they’ll be delighted, Ravish’d quite, to hear me sing ; At routs whenever I’m invited. All will swear she’s quite the thing. QUINTETTO. Hark ! the cock crows \ And the wind blows, Away my love, away. Quick put on thy weeds. And tell and tell thy beads, ^ For soon it will be day. GO VUE NIGHTINGA LE. TOM STARBOARD. Tom Star -board was a lo-ver true, As ^ "H ^ j yir 1 g— u brave a ta -• ras e - ver sail’d, The duties a-blest seamen — d d — • 1 * do, Ton 1 did, and never yet hac 1 fail’d. But wreck’d as he was home-ward 1 gp77i...>— z-pzrrqs — • 30 und, With- in a league of Eng - land's — coast. Love ^ 4 # -""j • ’ • U 1 sav’d h lira sure from be - ing c Irown’d, For 1^- all the crew but Tom were lost. In fight Tom Starboard knew no fear ; Nay, when he lost an arm — resign’d. Said, love for Nan, his only dear, Had sav’d his life, and Fate was kind ; V THE NIGHTINGALE. 61 And now, though wreck’d, yet Tom return’d, Of all past hardships made a joke ; For still his manly bosom burn’d With love — his heart was heart of oak ! His strength restor’d, Tom nimbly ran To cheer his love, his destin’d bride ; But false report had brought to Nan, Six months before, her Tom had died. With grief she daily pin’d away, No remedy her life could save ; And Tom arriv’d the very day. They laid his Nancy in the grave ! THE FAITHLESS LOVER. Far from me, my lover flies— A faithless lover he ; In vain my tears, in vain my sighs, No longer true to me, He seeks another. Lie still, my heart, no longer grieve. No pangs to him betray. Who taught you these sad sighs to heave, Then laughing went away. To seek another, o y 62 THE NIGHTINGALE. SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. n r Of all the girls t hat are so smart, There’’s ^ ^ ■ Z~Mi4 1 — none like pret-ty Sal L — — I ly, She is the dar-ling of my heart, She lives in our al-ley. There is no la - dy in the land is half so sweet as p— Sally, She is the da ac=C — T — j--- rling of my heart, She Lr=^ lives in oui r al - ley. Her father he makes cabbage nets, And through the streets does cry em ; Her mother she sells laces long, To such as please to buy ’em ; v But sure such folks could ne’er beget So sweet a girl as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. THE NIGHTINGALE. 63 When -she is by, I leave my work, (I love her so sincerely, > My master comes like any Turk, And bangs me most severely ; But let him bang his belly full, ril bear it all for Sally ; She is the darling of my heart. And she lives in our alley. Of all the days that’s in the week, I dearly love but one day. And that’s the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday ; For then I’m drest all in my best. To walk abroad with Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, She lives in our alley. My master carries me to church. And often am I blamed, I Because I leave him in the lurch. As soon as text is named. I leave the church in sermon time, - , And slink away to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley, G 2 6i THE NIGHTINGALE. When Christmas comes about again, O ! then I shall have money, rU hoard it up, and box and all, ril give it to my honey; I would it were ten thousand pounds, rd give it all to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart. And she lives in our alley. My master and the neighbours all. Make game of me and Sally, And (but for her) Td better be A slave, and row a galley ; But when ray seven long years are out, . O ! then Til marry Sally ; O ! then we’ll wed, and then we’ll bed. But not in our alley. # TRIO. How merrily we live that shepherds be. Roundelays still we sing with merry glee, On the pleasant downs, where as our flocks we see, We feel no cares, we fear not fortune’s frowns, We have no envy which sweet mirth confounds. THE NIGHTINGALE, 65 MY FAIR ONE. My fair one like the blushing rose, Can sweets to ev’-ry sense disclose, Can sweets loev’-ry m sense dis- close ; Those sweets Td ga - ther, m sharp - est thorn, Those sweets Vd ga - ther. i but her scorn. Still wounds me like the pp sharpest thorn. Still wounds me like the sharpest thorn. With sighs each grace and charm I see. Thus doom’d to wither on the tree, Till age shall chide the thoughtless maid, When all the blooming beauties fade. w il THE NIGHTINGALE. HEY FOR A LASS. Hey for a lass and a bottle to cheer, And a thump -ing bant -ling ev*-ry year; With skin as white as snow, And hair as brown as a ber-ry, With eyes as black as a sloe. And lips as red as a cherry. Sing rou-sy tou-sy . T ,1 i: ran- turn scan-lum Laugh and lie down is the play, We’ll cud-dle to-ge-ther To keep out the wea-ther. And kiss the cold winter a - way, Kiss kiss the cold win - ter a - way, Kiss kiss the cold win - ter a - way. THE NIGHTINGALE. 67 Laugh while you live, For as life is a jest, Who laughs the most. Is sure to live best. When 1 was not so old, I frolick’d among the misses ; And when they thought me too bold, I stopp’d tlieir mouths with kisses. Sing rory, tory, &c. JACK MIZEN. Fierce the bloody battle raging. Ocean’s waves in silence sleep. Ship to ship were firm engaging, O'er the bosom of the deep ; When a ball, by death directed, Struck Jack Mizen to the ground— Jack, by all his crew respected. Saw his shipmates crowd around. O er him many a tear was falling. While poor Jack essay’d to speak; Gently then, a messmate calling, Bade him his dear Mary seek. “^Tell her that I died with honour, “ Fighting on my country’s side : ‘‘ Heav'n, bestow thy blessing on her. My children too,”-^he said and died. 63 THE NIGHTINGALE. LIKE MY DEAR SWAIN. Like my dear swain no youth you’d see, So Se, so gay, so full of glee ; In all the vil-lage who but he. Could foot it up so feat - ly. His ^utT^e'a7,From f ar ne^ Each femalecameg ry tune, To kiss ’em round so sweetly. "While round him in the jocund ring, Fve nimbly danc’d, he’d play or sing. Of May the youth was chosen king, He caught our ears so neatly ; Such music rare, in his guitar. But touch his flute, the crowd was mute, His only boon for ev’ry tune, To kiss ’em round so sweetly. THE NIGHTINGALE. 69 WITH A MERRY TALE. -K-JV — c -j" 1 ' 1 ' ' i 3 L>%\ /I ^ 1 ■ •—r With a raer — r tale, Ser-jeants beat the drum, :rrT-r--g--;^==g^ 1 Nod- ADIEU ! MY NATIVE LAND. A - dieu I a - dieu my na-tive shore Fades o’er the wa-ters blue, The night winds Jt— sio*h, the break-ers roar. And shrieks the wild sea -.r-4 mew. Yon sun that sets up - on tl iie sea, We fol -low i n his flight, I'are - well a - while to him and -j — ^ icm-Tiztsa; thee. My native land good night. \rm'* r — 5P- na - tive land good night. With thee, my bark, Til swiftly sail Athwart the foaming brine, Nor care what land thou bear’st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves, And when ye fail my sight. Welcome ye deserts, and ye caves, My native land — good night. THE NIGHTINGALE. 72 THE WOODLAND MAID. : i: ^:-±z- — - The wood land mail [1, my beau - ty’s ^±±=Mr£=^ queen, In na - lure’s s jrz±==z±—±=^=i impli 2 charms ar- jl-> — .-04 ray’d, This he yfc— f* ^ , lart s *3 j ub-dues that match -less tr ±=.\ mien. Still bii 3C k uds r P-4 ne to my : -5 i wood - land jg— ^ ■- * maid. The wood-la „ N IS C? i ^-2 — . nd maid, n ly beau - ty’s queen. In na ^ ^ K m4 *- - lure’s sill 1 - pie charm ar- fe^zi±r«=dSa = --- ray’d. This heart sub - dues that match - less =q5=^5=r=Fi mien. Still binds me to 1 th( — ^E3 2 wood fltand ■_3snEl — —B — — =±=s: maid. Sweet wood • land maid, sweet wood - land THE NIGHTINGALE. 73 Li maid, This heart sub - dues that match - less mien, Still binds me to the wood - land maid. f.et others sigh for mines of gold, For wide domain, for gay parade, I would unmoved such toys behold. Possess’d of thee, sweet woodland maid. The woodland maid, &c. THE LION. The lion to the toils pursued. In generous spirit unsubdued. At length will struggling die ; So, though my heart insulted bleed. Indignant pride disdains to plead. And honor scorns re^ly. O’erpowef d, oppress’d, with branded name. My cheek may bear the blush of shame. My tortur’d heart may sigh. But e en till death shall end my pain. My lips shall close in proud disdain. And honor scorns reply. It 74 THE nightingale. I HAVE A LOVER OF MY OWN. h — (j) -i^i a 3 L — — 4 ■- 4 .- drt D - ver of my own, So — — — i I have a h kind a nd ti rue is r ^ 1 ^ 1 " 1 he. As true I love but him a -lone, And he loves n one but me. 1 PT — t i TT ?fe==— ^ L I ~^T boast 1 lOt of F*T~f his vel-' ►— vet down. Or cheeks of ro-sy i S^Ept=^— ^ hue, ] tiis sp ►i-cy bn eath, his ring-lets brown, I prize the heart that’s true i So to all else I i — t — t — [j.— t must say nay. They on-ly pet and teaze, Dear youth Tis you a - lone that may Come ^ IP court me when you please. THE NIGHTINGALE. 75 I play’d my love a thousand tricks, In seeming, coy and shy, ’Twas only ere my heart Fd fix, I thought his love to try : Oh ! was the gentle youth but here, > My smiles should soothe his pain ; Ye maidens, when your love’s sincere. Ne’er blush to love again. So to all else, &c. JESSY^ON A BANK. Jessy on a bank was sleeping, A flower beneath her bosom lay. Love, upon her slumber creeping, Stole the flower, and flew away ! Pity, then, poor Jessy’s ruin. Who, becalm'd by slumber’s wing. Never felt what love was doing— Never dream’d of such a A 76 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE BOLD BOBBER. In the fo - rest here, hard by, A bold rob-ber late was I, With my blun-der-buss m hand when I bid a trav’-ler stand ; Zounds, de- li - ver up your cash, Or your nod-dle I shall slash, All a - mongst the leaves so green O. Dam-me, sir, If you stir. Sluice your veins, Blow your brains. Hey down, ho down, derry derry down, all a -mongst the leaves so green O. li-v- THE NIGHTINGALE. Soon ni quit the roving trade, When a gentleman Vm made ; Then so spruce and debonnaire, 'Gad, ril court a lady fair ; How ril prattle, tattle, chat. How ril kiss her, and all that, All amongst the leaves so green-o. How d'ye do? How are you 1 Why BO coy, Let us toy, Hey down, Ho down, Derry, derry down, All amongst the leaves so green-o. But ere old and grey my pate, ril scrape up a snug estate : With my nimbleness of thumbs, I’ll soon butter all my crumbs. When I’m justice of the peace, Then I’ll master many a lease, All amongst the leaves so green-o. Wig profound, .v Belly round, Sit at ease, Snatch the fees. Hey down, &c. 78 THE NIGHTINGALE- BRITANNIA’S SONS. Bri-tan-nia's sons at sea, In bat - tie m al-ways brave, Strike to no pow’r d’ye see, That e-ver plough’d the wave. Fal lal de riddie liddle lie to. But when we’re not a-float, (’1 is quite an- o - ther thing.) We strike to pet - ti - coat, Get ^og-gy. dance, and sing Fal lal de ral lal de THE NIGHTINGALE. 79 There’s Portsmouth Polly, she When forc’d to go ashore, Vow’d constantly to me. And sometimes twenty more,— »Fal lal, &c. But give poor Poll her due, For truth’s a precious thing. With none but sailors true. Would she drink grog and sing, — Fal lal,d:c. With Nancy deep in love, T once to sea did go, Return’d, she cry’d, “ by Jove, “ I’m married, dearest Joe.” — Fal lal, Ac. Great guns I scarce could hold, To find that I was flung; But Nancy prov’d a scold. Then I got drunk and sung, — Fal lal, &c. At length I did comply. And made a rib of Sue ; What, though she’d but one eye, It pierc’d my heart like two. — Fal lal, &c. And now I take my glass. Drink England and my king, Content with my old lass. Get groggy, dance and sing.— Fal lal, &c. 80 THE NIGHTINGALE. gp LOVELY WOMAN. i Love - ly wo - man, ’tis thou To whose 1 C > » p crmi T.PnnS ~rr A F=T E=l Uk— kJ 11 1 *4.V*. thee were this earth. Oh let me thy soft pow r Ev* - ry day ev’ - ry hour, With my heart ho - nor, wor - ship, a - dore ; Thou pre - sent ’tis May, Win - ter when thou’rt a- way, , Can a man, I would ask, wish for , Can a man, I would ask, wish for more? THE NIGHTINGALE. 81 In a dream, oft Pve seen, Fancy’s perfect made queen, Which waking in Tain have I sought ; But sweet Mary, ’twas you, Rich fancy then drew, Thou’rt the vision which sleeping she brought. Lovely woman’s soft pow’r, Every day— every hour, Let my heart honor, worship, adore ; Thou present, ’tis May, Winter, when thou’rt away, Can man, I would ask, wish for more. TRIO. Let us drink, the glasses fill. Let us quaff the steam divine, Fill the glasses, name the toast, boys ! Drink, then drink, your rosy wine. Name the toast then! Here’s to love ! All to love a bumper fill ; Here’s to music ! fill again, boys I Never let the glass stand still. 82 THE NIGHTINGALE. SALLY ROY. Fair Sal-ly, once the village pride, Lies cold and wan in yon - der val - ley ; She lost her lo - ver, and sh« di - ed, Grief broke the heart of gen - tie Sal - ly. Young Val - li - ant was the he-ro’s name, For ear - ly va-lour fir’d the boy, Who bar-ter’d all his love for fame. And kill’d the hopes of Sal - ly tflE NIGHTINGALE. Swift from the arms of weeping love, As rag’d the war in yonder valley, He rush’d, his martial pow’r to prove, While faint with fear sunk lovely Sally, At noon she saw the youth depart, At eve she lost her darling joy ; Ere night, the last throb of her heart. Declar’d the fate of Sally Roy. The virgin train in tears are seen. When yellow moonlight fills the valley. Slow stealing o’er the dewy green. Towards the grave of gentle Sally! And while remembrance wakes the sigh. Which weans each feeling heart from joy, The mournful dirge, ascending high, Bewails the fate of Sally Roy. QUARTETTO. The mighty conqu’ror of hearts, His power I here deny; With all his flames, his fires, and darts, 1 champion-like defy, lil offer all my sacrifice. Henceforth at Bacchus’ shrine. The merry god ne’er tells us lies. There’s no deceit in wine. 84 THE NIGHTINGALE. CAN’S! THOU LEAVE ME, THUS ? Caa’st thou leave me thus, my Ka-ty, Can’st thou leave me thus, my Ka - ty, Well thou know’st my a - ching heart, And can’st thou leave me thus, for pi - ty ? Is this thy plight - ed, fond re - gard. Thus cru - el - ly to part, my Ka - ty Is this thy faith - ful swain’s re - ward, An THE NIGHTINGALE. 85 Farewell ! arxi ne’er such sorrows tear That fickle heart of thine, my Katy ? Thou may’st find those will love thee dear — But not a love like mine, my Katy. Canst thou leave me thus, dec. SWEET IS LIFE. Sweet is life, when love directs us, To a kind and virtuous fair; But when doubting fears perplex us, Then ’tis anguish, grief, and care. Fate, the cup of life, will mingle With it sweets and bitters too ; They who taste the honey single. Must partake their share of rue, Sweet, O sweet, is that sensation. When two hearts in union meet, But ihe pain of separation Mingles bitters with the sweets. I 86 THE NIGHTINGALE. o THE DAYS WHEN I WAS YOUNG. O llie days when I was young, \\hen i =1 m laugh'd in iJrW. .pit.. Talk'd »1 love die .hoU da, Iona, And widi nec-lar crown'd the ni ght. Then it waS; old fa - ther care, Lit - lie reck’d I of thy frown ; Half thy ma-lice youth could bear. And the rest a bum-per dro'vm - - 3 the days when I was young When I laugh’d in for-tune’s spite. Talk’d of * — I love the whole day long. And with tar crown’d the night THE NIGHTINGALE. 87 Truth they say, lies in a well, -,Why, I vow I ne’er could see ; Let the water drinkers tell. There 'twill always lay for me ; For when sparkling wine went round. Never saw I falsehood’s mask, But still honest truth I found In the bottom of each flask. O the days, &c. True, at length my vigour’s flown ; I have years to bring decay, Few the locks that now I own. And the few I have are grey : Yet, old Jerome, thou mayest boast, While thy spirits do not tire. Still beneath thy age’s frost. Glows a spark of youthful fire. Oh the days, &c. TRIO. O happy, happy, happy, happy fair ! Your eyes are load stars, and your tongue sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd’s ear. When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. I 2 88 THE NIGHTINGALE. MID- WATCH. When His night, and the mid - watch is come, And chill - ing mist hangs m I’er the darken’d main, Then sail-ors think of their far m i dis - tant home, And of those friends they ne’er may - gain ; But, when the fight’s be-gun, Each serv-ing at his gun, Should any thought of them com. o’er our mind, We think but should the day be won,How ’twill cheer, Their hearts to hear. That their old com - pan - i - on he was one. THE NIGHTINGALE 89 Or, my lad, if you a mistress kind, Have left on shore, some pretty girl and true, Who many a night doth listen to the wind, And sighs to think how it may fare with you ! Oh ! when the fight’s begun, Each serving at his gun. Should any thought of her come o’er his mind. Think only, should the day be won, How ’twill cheer Her heart to hear. That her own true sailor he was one. SONGa Myrtillo, am’rous, young and gay, The beauteous Flavia lov’d, And sighing at her feet he lay, Till sighs her pity mov^d. My fair, he cry’d, your lover dies, If you refuse your charms, Die when you please, the nymph replies, But die in Flavia’s arms. 90 THE nightingale. SOLDIER’S ADIEU, The moon was beam-ing sil-ver bright, The eye cloud could view, Her lo-ver’s step m si -l^t "night. Well pleas’d the dam-sel knew; At mid - night hour, be - neath the tow’r. He r'-mur’d soft, oh, no-thing fear-ing. With your „ true sol-dier fly. And his faith-ful heart be cheering ’tis'l/List, list, list, love, m List,. dct^L With thine own true sol-dier fly. THE NIGHTINGALE. 91 Then whispered love, — Oh ! maiden, fair. Ere morning sheds its ray. Thy lover calls, all peril dare. And haste, to horse, away. In time of need Yon gallant steed, That champs the rein, delay reproving. Shall each peril bear thee by, With his master's charmer roving; List, dear, Tis I, &c. And now her gallant soldier’s bride She’s fled her home afar ; And chance, or joy, or woe betide, She’ll brave with him the war ! And bless the hour - ^ When ’neath the tower. He whisper’d soft,— “ Oh! nothing fearing, With thine own true soldier fly ; And his faithful heart be cheering. List, dear, ’tis I, &c. 92 THE NIGHTINGALE. maid of SNOWDEN. with his P&-ti*cnc6 Was join’d in wed-lock’s band, When war’s a-larms as- sail her ear, The foe in - vades the land. He march’d a-mong the val-iant throng, All proud of heart was he. And smil-ing cried, my love - ly bride, I’ll soon re - turn to thee. Fie, An - wyl, fie, An - wyl. I’ll soon re - turn to thee. THE NIGHTINGALE. 93 She hears the drum, the victors’ cry, ‘ Your laurels now prepare She views their march with eager eye, Her lover is not there ; His knapsack blue, shot thro’ and thro’, They laid down on her knee, And, sighing, cried, * ah, luckless bride, He’ll ne’er return to thee !* Fie, Anwyl, &c. 8hc lost her love, she lost her wits, She hasten’d far away ; And now on Snowdon’s cliffs she sits, And wildly sings her lay : — ‘ My eyes I strain across the plain. In hope my love to see. My joy, my pride, behold thy bride ; O ! sweet, return to me. Fie, Anwyl, &c. SONG. Hark forward ! ye sluggards forsake Soft beds, at the notes of our horn. Since sleeping’s not living — awake ! While pleasure meets health in the morn. 94 the nightingale. THY BOSOM, DEAR MAIDEN. pure as Thy bo - som, dear mai - den, as the snow, By the blast of the north on the teSTTpiTen - rol’d, Tho’ chaste as the ice, yet I to ray woe. That tho' 'tis as pure, yet a- ij o _ ’tis as cold, vet a- las, 'tis as cold. That tho’ t.s ^as pure, yet a - las, tis as cold. The flame in iny bosom so silently borne. Shall in silence expire like the op’ning flow’r. For the blossoms of hope from that bosom are torn. And fade like the leaves unrefresh'd by the show r THE NIGHTINGALE. 95 O, MERRY MAY THE MAID BE. O, mer - ry may the maid be, That mar-ries with the mil-ler, For foul day and m fair day He’s aye bring-ing siMer ; Has * aye a pen-ny in his purse. For din-ner and for sup - per, And, gin she please, A good fat cheese. And lumps of yel - low but - ter. When Jamie first did woo me, I speir’d what was his calling, * Fair maid,’ says he, ‘ O come and see, You’re welcome to my dwelling** the nightingale. Though I was shy, yet I could spy, The truth of what he told me. And that his house was warm and couth. And room in it to hold me. Behind the door a bag of meal, And in the kirt was plenty Of good hard cakes, his mither makes, And bannocks were no scanty ; A good fat sow, a sleepy cow, Was standing in the byre. While lazy pouss, with mealy mouse. Was playing at the fire. Good signs are these, my mither says. And bid me take the miller, For foul day and fair day. He’s aye a bringing till her. For meal and malt, she does nae want. Nor any thing that’s dainty ; And now and then a keckling hen. To lay her eggs in plenty. In winter, when the wind and rain, Blaws o'er the house and byre. He sits beside a clean hearth stane. Before a rousing fire. With nut-brown ale he tells his tale, Which rows him o’er fow nappy; Who'd be a king? — a petty thing. While a miller lives so happy. V THE NIGHTINGALE. 97 ’TIS LOVE IN THE HEARTv What is it that drives the red ig rose from the cheek, Or the li-ly dis-pla-ces by blushes that speak? That dims the bright beam by a tear in the eye. That checks the young smile by the I Ul 1 ^rT~~T7~^i heart, 'Tis love, 'tis 1 ove in the heart. And what b i r ids 1 the i joul the e - mo - tio« de-clare, By the glance of an eye when the m 1 m — 4— y y lips do not dare ; ’Tis love, ’tis love in the K 98 THE NIGHTINGAl»B» B. C. heart; 'Us love, 'tis love in the heart. 'And what when its mean ing an other can guess, Era- bold-ens the tongue the fond thought to express, Em- (S'. boldens the tongue the fond thought to express love.'^n^e in the heart, -Tis love, ’tis love in the heart, 'Tis love, 'Tis love, 'tis love in the heart, ’Tis THE MIGHTINGALE. 100 THE NIGHTINGALE. This innocent flower which these rude cliffs unfold. Is thou, love I the joy of this earth ; But the rock that it springs from so flinty and cold, Is thy father that gave thee thy birth. Then come to me, &c. The dews that now hang on the cheek of the eve, And the winds that so mournfully cry, Are the sighs and the tears of the youth thou must leave, To lie down in these deserts to die* Then come to me, &c. DUET. Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles ; ni tell you, young gentleman, what the Fates' will is You, my boy, must go. The gods will have it so. To the siege of Troy ; You must go, my boy. Thence never to return to Greece again. But before those walls to be slain* Let not your noble courage be cast down, But all the time you lay before the town, Drink, and drive care away, drink and be merry. You'll ne’er go the sooner to the Stygian ferry. TUB NIGHTINGALE. 101 WEALTH OF THE COTTAGE IS LOVE. m A blessing unknown to ambition and pride That for - tune can ne - ver a - bale, To wealth and to splen - dour ilio’ of - ten de - nied, Yet on po-ver-ty deigns to a - wait. That bless-ing, ye pow’rs, oh, be it my lot, The choi-cest best fS) gift from a-bove, Deep fix'd in my heart shall be ne-ver for got, The wealth of the cot-tage love, the wealth of the cottage, the wealth of the cot-tage, the wealth of the cot-tage is love. 102 THE NIGHTINGALE. Whate’er my condition, why should I repine ? By poverty never depress’d ; Exulting, I felt what a pleasure was mine, A treasure enshrin’d in my breast. That blessing, ye powers 1 oh, be it my lot, The choicest best gift from above, Deep fixed in my heart, it shall ne’er be forgot- The wealth of a cottage is love. TRIO. Away! away! We’ve crown’d the day. The hounds are waiting for their prey ; The huntsman’s call, Invites ye all. Come in boys while ye may. The jolly horn. The rosy morn. With harmony of deep-mouthed hounds ; These — these my boys, Are sportsmen’s joys. Our pleasure knows no bounds. THE NIGHTINGALE. 103 THE THORN. From the white bios - som’d sloe, my dear Chlo - e re-quest-ed A sprig her fair breast to a- Chlo-e re-quest-ed A sprig her fair breast to a- dom, No, by heav'n, T ex-claim’d, may 1 perish If m e - ver I plant in that bo - som a thorn. No, by heav’n, I ex-claim’d, may I perish, If e-ver I plant in that bo-som a thorn. Then I show’d her a ring and implor’d her to marry, She blush’d like the dawning of morn, Yes, ril consent,' she replied, ‘ if you’ll promise That no jealous rival shall laugh me to scoin. No, by heav’n, &c. ' 104 THE NIGHTINGALE. COME JOCKEY, SWEET JOCKEY. Come, Joc key, sweet Joc-key, if you love me rr ■j » — r — ■ f J -L M come and woo, O Joe - key, dear Joe - key, what would ye have Peg-gy do ? Vows and words de- nied tim-id mai-dens, young are forc’d to try ^lli Si - lent con - fess - ion in glances from the spark-ling eye. Come, Joc-key, say Joc-key, how can I tell love to you, If Joe - key, sweet Joc key, you will nev-er come to woo. THE NIGHTINGALE. 105 rr-^:i^:=^!=f=r^~rrT- Sigl 1 - ing, fly - ing, whin - ing, pi - ning, pa - cing groves and mea i-dows through, If you love me, . I,,--, — 1 ^ m • r I _ ■■ j 1 r hml ,-1 T r n ^ IkU- ^ ^ come and prove me, O Joc-key come to woo. Thus Peggy, sweet Peggy, Warbled thro’ the shady grove. Yes, Peggy, fair Peggy, Told to Jock her virgin love ; But he was so bashful, so timid, and so modest too, He would rather lose her, than venture once to come and woo. Oh Jockey, dull Jockey, What is it that you can do, If Jockey, Oh Jockey, Yoare afraid to come and woo. Sighing, flying, &c. 106 THE NIGHTINGALE. ROY’S WIFE OF ALLDIVALOCH. r-» — ’s wife of All - di - va - loch. Roy’s wife of All-di-va-loch, What ye how sh^ She vow’d, ^ swore she wad be miM, She said that she lo’ed me best oh, the fic-kle faith - less qu ean. She’s »■. — , ^ 1 ta I’en 1 the carl, and left her John - me. " O she was a canty quean. And weel cou’d dance the highland walloch, How happy I had she been mine, Or I’d been Roy of AUdivaloch. Hoy’s wife, &c. THE NIGHTINGALE. 107 Her hair sae fair, her een sae clear, Her wee bit mou* so sweet and bonny, To me she ever will be dear, Tho* she’s for ever left her Johnnie. Roy’s wife, &c. TRIO. Jolly friars tippled here. Ere these abbey walls had crumbled, . Still the ruins boast good cheer. Though long ago the cloisters tumbled. The monks are gone, Well, well : But that’s all one. Let’s ring their knell. Ding dong ! ding dong ! to the bald-pated monk. He set the example. We’ll follow the sample. And all go to bed most religiously drunk,. Peace to the good fat friar’s soul, Who, every day. Did wet his clay. In the deep capacious bowl. Huzza, huzza, we’ll drink and we'll sing. We’ll laugh and we’ll quaff. And make the welkin ring. 108 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE WHITE COCKADE, I" My love was born in A-ber- deen, The izzirzra: m O ! he’s a rant - ing, ro - ving lad, He is a brisk an’ a bon - ny lad, Be tide what may, I will be wed, And fol- low the boy wi* the white cockade. ril sell my rock, my reel, rny tow. My gude gray mare, and hawkit cow, To buy mysel a tartan plaid, To follow the boy with a white cockade. O, he’s a ranting, &c. the nightingale. 109 THE STREAMLET. The stream - let that flow’d round her cot All the charms, all the charms of my E - mi - ly knew. How oft has its course been for- Believe me the fond silver tide, Knew from whence it derived the fair prize, For silently swelling with pride, It reflected her back to the skies. L THE NIGHTINGALE. SAW YE MY FATHER ? Oh I saw you my fa - ther. T— 5 1 r-^-- ^ iL-. -■J-- — Saw you my mo - ther, Saw you my 4 true love, John ? He told his on - ly dear, That he soon would be here. But he to a - DO - ther is gone. I saw not your father, I saw not your mother. But I saw your true love John, He’s met with some delay. Which has caused him to stay. But he will be here anon. THE NIGHTINGALE. Ill Then John he up rose, And to the door he goes, And he twirl’d, he twirl’d at the pin. The lassie took the hint. And to the door she went. And she let her true love in. Fly up, fly up. My bonny grey cock, And crow when it is day ; Your breast shall be Of the beaming gold, And your wings of the silver gray. The cock he proved false, And untrue he was. For he crowed an hour too soon. The lassie thought it day. So she sent her love away, And it prov’d but the blink of the moon. GENTLE MAID. Gentle maid, ah, why suspect me, Let me serve thee, then reject me. Canst thou trust, and I deceive thee ? Art thou sad, and shall I grieve thee. Gentle maid, ah, why suspect me ? Let me serve thee — then reject me. L 2 112 THK N IGHTINGALE. LOVELY WORIAN GOVERNS ALL. * Talk as you will, the fair rule still, And . ^ » 1 .1 • ,1 TVi« vain-ly would their slaves de ny it, Na-ture and art sure point the dart, That robs poor man of all his qui-et, Flout-ing, pout-ing, pi-ning, sigh-ing, Whi-ning, cry-ing, faint ing, dy-ing,flirt-ing, tri-fling, weep ing, teaz ing, Still the charm-ing crea-tures pleas-ing. Their charms all bo-soms must enthral, ’Tis love-ly wo-man governs all, 'tis love-ly wo-man, love-ly wo-man, ’tis love-ly wo-man, governs all ’tis \m THE NIGHTINGALE. 113 In days of Bess, when screen’d by dress, Long sleeves and ruffs, conceard each beauty, The men admir’d, by guess were fir’d, And lowly bowing own’d their duty. - Flouting, pouting, &c. Now kinder grown, the stays cut down. The sleeves still higher, kindly creeping. Such necks, such arms, like spells and charms. Make us poor fellows pay for peeping. Flouting, pouting, &c. SONG. The fox is unkennel’d — the hounds are in cry, And dash through the commons below — The hunters all eager— sly Reynard must die — A double — in pit— tally ho ! Again, with fresh vigour, he leads them the chace. To baffle he cunningly tries— But ah ! how he faulters— he limps in his pace. Redoubles— enfeebled— he dies. 114 THE NIGHTINGALE. WHAT’S THE MATTER NOW ? My seven-teenth year scarce o - ver, Blyth m Da-mon woo ing came^ A young and ten-der lo - ver, He own’d his ar-dent flame. Such a pi-te-ous tale he told me, Of his poor wound-ed ^ heart, *Twas hea - ven to be - hold me, But r J r ] — T death if we must part. Oh dear! Oh dear, Oh ! dear ! my heart it beat so strange ly, I 0 felt T can’t tell how, Lord, lord, thinks I what ails me. Ah! what’s the mat- ter now? THE NIGHTINGALE The question soon was answer’d, Sly Cupid’s dart was thrown, I lov’d as well as Damon, But that I would not own : For if he talk’d of dying, Or mourn’d his hapless case, I seldom fail’d replying. By laughing in his face. Oh dear ! Oh dear ! Oh dear ! At length his patience failing. He proudly swore he’d go ; Not yet, said I, half smiling, Why, what’s the matter now He slyly seiz’d the moment. To press me to be his. And how it was, I know not, I thoughtless answer’d yes. Oh, then, when first we married. How easily I reign’d. If check’d, my point I carried. By sobs and tears well feign’d. Oh dear 1 Oh dear ! Oh dear ! The poor good soul was melted Not proof against my woe, And coaxingly consented. With, what’s the matter now 116 THE NIGHTINGALE* Alas, these times are over, And I have had my day ; No more a doating lover, He swears he’ll have his way. To all entreaties callous, Whole days from me he’ll roam, Gets tipsy at the ale-house. And then comes staggering home. O dear ! O dear ! O dear ! If then I weep or chide him. With consequential brow. He sets his arms beside him. With, what’s the matter now? SONG. Anna, thy charms my bosom fires, And waste my soul with care ; But ah ! how bootless to admire, When fated to despair. Yet in thy presence, lovely fair, To hope may be forgiven ; For sure ’twere impious to despair. So much in sight of Heav’n. THE NIGHTINGALE. 117 IN GAUDY COURTS. iikTT—: J 1 ■ ^ r P L 1 i In gau-dy courts, with ach ing hearts, The m i great at for-tune rail, I'he hills may high-er ho-nours claim, But peace is in the vale. In f i gau - dy courts, with ach - ing hearts, The = 4 = I great at for-tune rail, The hills may high-er tr i ho-nours claim. But peace is in the vale. See high-born dames, in rooms of st^e. With midnight revels pale. No youth admires their fading charms, For beauty’s in the vale. Amid the shades of virgin’s sighs Add fragrance to the gale. So they that will may take the hill, Since love is in the vale. 118 THE NIGHTINGALE. FAR, FAR AT SEA. Twas at night, when the bell had toll’d twelve. And poor Su-san was laid on her pil-low, In her ear whis-per’d some flit-ting elve, Your love is now toss’d on a bil-low. In her ear whis - pei^d some flit - ting elve, Your love is now toss’d on a bil-low. Far, far at sea. All was dark as she woke out of breath. Not an object her fears could discover, All was still as the silence of death, Save fancy, which painted her lover — Far, far at sea. THE NIGHTINGALE. T19 ^ So she whisper’d a prayer, clos’d her eyes, But the phantom still haunted her pillow ; Whilst in terror she echoed his cries, As struggling he sunk in a billow. Far, far at sea. SONG. Mary once had lovers two, Whining, pining, sighing : “ Ah !” cries one, what shall 1 do! Mary dear. I’m dying !’' T’other vow’d him just the same ; Dead in griefs a vagary : But sighs could never raise a flame In the heart of Mary. A youth there came, all blithe and gay. Merry, laughing, singing. Sporting, courting, all the day. And set the bells a-ringing. Soon he tripp’d it off to church, gay» J^nd airy ; Leaving t’others in the lurch. Sighing — after Mary. 120 THE NIGHTINGALE. SINCE ALL MY HOPES, DEAR MAID. *s-»- Since all my hopes, dear maid, are blown to air. And my sad heart's be - tray’d to sad des - pair, Here in this wil-der-ness, my thy hard heart - ed - ness thou cru - el fair. No bell, no fun’ral fire. No tears for me ; No grave do I desire. No obsequie ! Thy gentle red-breast, he. With leaves shall cover me, And sing my elegy — Most dolefully. THE NIGflTINGAf>E. 'ikivrm*'' 121 ’ERE BRIGHT ROSINA. 'Ere bright Rosina met my eyes, How peaceful past the joy-ous day, In ni-ral sports I gain’d the prize, Each vir - gin lis - ten’d to my lay. But now no more I touch the please. 1 live the slave of fond de - PI sire, Lost to my - self, to mirth, and ease. 122 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE NIGHT WAS DARK. rr-ff Tc ^ 5 ^ r ^ - 1" rrzw /I -T” -T ' 1 -1- • _J ^ » S L The night was dark. the 8 in - gry 3T— — ■ r™ - h- -fc ^rrrj — T ■■■j — — + — — P— J i waves J Pre - p{ ir’d for ma-ny w Q It a- t’ry graves. When faith-ful [ Do-nald said 1 1 — — go, Ma-ry, to ■m- .-K r — P hi"” — 3=f ± — -IE- rn leet my coun - try’s =q=J— :j!=zq. 1 foe. My love and fc5l-=t=f=g=; =2zzn t=M cou - ‘ijo - rage are tru e blue. Ma - ry a - ►n— HZ ^ a — - — dieu, Ma - ry a - dieu, a - dieu. I clasp’d his hand, I sobb’d and cried, His manly bosom heav'd, he sigh’d T go, my love, said he, I go, Mary to meet my country’s foe. My love and courage are true blue, Mary, adieu ! THE NIGHTINGALE. 123 He went, and now the war’s began, ^ Which ruthless spares nor maid nor- man ; Why, faithful Donald did you roam. Perhaps, ah me ! to meet your doom. My love for thee shall prove true blue. Donald, adieu ! GOOD NIGHT. Give me, my love, before we part. One tender kiss of dear delight ; And all the friendship we have sworn, Confirm in this our last Good Night. Now, on yon soft and swelling main, My little bark, so gay and light. Prepares to tear me from thy breast, My life, my love, Good Night ! And when on lone and distant shores, I wander by the moon’s pale light, In mem’ry of our former loves, ril think on thee, and this Good Night. M 2 124 THE NIGHTINGALE. LILIES AND ROSES. The fa - ther of Nan - cy a fo - rest - er was, And an ho-nest old wood-man was he. And Nan-cy a beau-ti-ful in no-cent lass As the sun in his cir-cuit chuld see, She ga-ther'd wild flo - wers, sweet li - lies and roses. She ga-ther d wild flo-wers, sweet li lies and roses, And cry’d thro’ the viMage come buy my sweet posies, She §=:L^-i 0—— ga-tlier’d wild flo-wers, sweet li lies and roses, Sl.e THB NIGHTINGALE. 125 ga-ther’d wild flo-wers, sweet li-lies and roses, And cry'd thro* the vil-lage come buy my sweet posies, Buy my sweet po - sies, li - lies and roses. And m cry^d tlW the vil-lage come buy buy my sweet i — c -ir- t .i gima po-sies, sweet li-lies, li-lies and roses. The charms of this fair one a villager caught, A noble and rich one was he, Great offers he made but by Nancy was taught That a poor girl right honest might be. She still gather’d, &c. The father of Nancy a forester was. And a poor little stroller was she. But her lover so noble soon married the lass, She as happy as maiden could be. No more gather’d wild flowers, or lilies and roses, Nor cry’d thro’ the village come buy my nice posies. 126 THE NIGHTINGALE. PENSIVE I THOUGHT OF MY LOVE. m When pen-sive I thought of my love, The moon on the moun tain was bright, And p Phi-lo-mel down in the grove Broke sweet-ly the si-lence of night. Oh, I wish that the tear drop would i flow, But felt too much an - guish to i weep, Till warm with the weight of my 'mm woe, I sunk on my pi I - low to z** N S— |- f* A — :± • 1' sleep, to sleep, to sleep, I w sunk on my pil - low to sleep. THE NIGHTINGALE. Methought that my love as 1 lay. His ringlets all clotted with gore. In the paleness of death, seem’d to say, Alas! we must never meet more ! Yes, yes, my belov’d, we must part, The steel of my rival was true; The assassin has struck on that heart, ^Vhich beat with such fervour for you SONG My ship’s my house, my home, my land My family not few ; My children those whom 1 command, A bold and jolly crew ; And while together thus we sail, Britons, united, must prevail. For treasure, Tve my seamen’s love. And if the foe intends To venture forth, he soon may prove. The value of such friends. For while, together, thus we sail, Britons, united, must prevail. 12S THE NIGHTINGALE, WHEN BIDDEN TO THE WAKE OR FAIR. -rr* rry-r—i -1 1 ^ — T"“n mm 7T" r* . - n a T- I T— ] 1 -J-T 1 l~ '1 '1 ^ M Z mM • ^ _J When bid-den to the wake or fair, 'fhe — r A J \ i j 3 " — iz,— 1 Jj-rj joy of each free - heart - ed swain, ’Till Phoe-be pro - rais’d 10 be there I Joi - ter’d ~i i M W II 1 I El~XJZll ^ nz _ r 1-'- zjznr last of all the traiu. , If chance some fa ir-ing -n- -p - izzz^, d h- F caught her eye, The rib - bon gay, or silk-en glove. With ea-ger haste I ran to buy, For m what is gold com - par’d to love. My posey on her bosom plac’d. Could Harry’s sweeter scents exhale ? Her auburn locks my ribbon grac’d, And flutter’d in the wanton gale : Witli scorn she hears me now complain, Nor can my rustic presents move, Her heart prefers a richer swain. And gold, alas ! has banish’d love. THE NIGHTINGALE. 129 THE GALLANT SAILOR. The gal - lant sai - lor ploughs the deep, To face the threat’ning foe ; He guards our shore while lands men sleep, Tho’ winds tem-pest-u-ous ^ 3 ^ blow, He guards our shores while landsmen sleep, Tlio winds tem-pest*u-ous blow. Tho* bold-ly still he guards her coast. He’s con-stant as the dove. And I o'er his grog this is his toast, Here’s to the girl I love. And o’er his grog this is his toast Here’s to the girl I love, — Here’s to the girl I love. 130 THE NIGHTINGALE. In battle let the cannons roar, And fatal bullets fly ; He still exerts his utmost powV, And dano;er does defy ; He minds his duty to the last, His honest heart to prove, And drinks when all the fury’s past, Here’s to the Girl 1 love. With conquest crown’d, he comes again. To hail his native land ; Safe from the dangers of the main, He leaps upon the strand. Swift to his Nancy then he flies, New raptures there to prove. And drinks with tender melting sighs, Here’s to the Girl I love. SONG. A rose from her bosom had stray’d, ril seek to replace it with art : But no — ’twill her slumbers invade, I will wear it (fond youth) next my heart Alas ! silly rose, hadst thou known, ’Twas Daphne that gave thee that place. Thou ne’er from thy station hadst flown. Her bosom’s the mansion of Peace. THE NIGHTINGALE. 131 MADAM FIG’S GALA. i I’ze a Yorkshireman, just come to town,Andmy m coming to town was a gay day, For for-tune has here set me down, Wait-ing &i.- gen - tie - man to a fine la - dy. My m la - dy gives ga - las and routs. And her tol de rol lol de rol la. 132 THE NIGHTINGALE. Johnny Figg was a green and white grocer, In business as brisk as an eel, sir, None than John to the shop could stick closer. But his wife thought it quite ungenteel, sir. Her neighbours resolved to cut out. And astonish the rustic parishioners. She invited them all to a rout. And axed all the village musicianers. Ri tol, &c. The company met, gay as larks, sir. Drawn forth all as fine as blown roses ; The concert commenc’d with the clerk, sir. Who chaunted the Vicar and Moses. The barber sung GallVy of Wigs, sir ; The gemmen all said ’twas the dandy ; And the ladies encored Johnny Figg, sir, Who volunteer’d Drops of Brandy. Ri tol, &c. The baker he sung a good batch. While the lawyer, for harmony willing, With the bailiff he joined in the catch. And the notes of the butcher were killing ; The wheelwright he put in his spoke. The schoolmaster flogged on with furor; The coalman he played the Black Joke, And the fishwoman sung a bravura. Ri tol, &c. the nightingale. 133 To strike the assembly with wonder, Miss screams a quintette loud as Boreas, And waked farmer Thrasher's dog Thunder, Who, starting up, joined in the chorus. While a donkey, the melody marking. Chimed in too, which made a wag say, sir, Attend to the Rector of Barking's Duet wilh the Vicar of Bray, sir. Ri tol, &c. A brine- tub half-full of beef salted. Madam Fig had tricked out for a seat, sir. Where the tailor to sing was exalted. But the cov’ring cracked under his feet, sir. Snip was soused in the brine, but soon rising. Bawled out, while they laughed at his griei “ Is't a matter so monstrous surprising. To see pickled cabbage with beef, sir!” Ri tol, &c. To a ball after the concert gave way. And for dancing no soul could be riper; So struck up the Devil to Pay, While Johnny Figg paid the Piper. But the best thing came after the ball. For, to finish the whole with perfection. Madam Figg ax'd the gentlefolks all. To sup on a cold collection. Ri tol, &c. lU THE NIGHTINGALE. THE MERRY DANCE. The mer-ry dance I dear ly love, For then, Col- lette, thy hand I seize. And press it too when - e'er I please. And none can see and none re-prove. Then on thy cheek, thy cheek quick blushes glow, And then we whis-per soft and low, we whis-per, whis-per soft and m low. Ah, how I grieve ! Ah, how I grieve! Ah, how 1 grieve, I grieve you ne’er her charms can know. THE NIGHTINGALE. 135 She’s sweet fifteen, I’m one year more, Yet still we are too young they say; But we know better, sure, than they. Youth should not listen to threescore ! And I’m resolved I’ll tell her so When next we whisper soft and low. Oh ! how 1 grieve ! you ne’er her charms can know. SONG. A Jack, 1 am, from Shields I hail, Know how to hand, can reef and steer. Up Swin I’ve work’d in many a gale. Kept many an anchor clear: Where hank for hank, so oft I sung. And cheerly to the windlass sprung, And aloft or below, What cheer, lads, ho I A cruizCiT, lads, is now my lot ; A well-built sea-boat trim and tight. While in the locker there’s a shot, They’ll find us ready day and night. We’ve long been masters of the deep, And still the weather-guage we’ll keep. And aloft, See. 136 THE NIGHTINGALE. I THOUGHT OUR QUARRELS ENDED. ^ ^-1 — •“ — Q) -t7r '-:j i S-±-J—°—E I thought our quar-rels en-ded, A nd set my heart at ease, ’Tis strange you’re thus of-f< »nd-ed, You ri— hjTrj;: take de-light to teaze ; Yes, yes, you take de-light to ^teaze, D^sir, de-cide the strife, be-twixt your child and wife ; A • las ! the grief I feel, I dare not to re - veal. . I know that 1—1 " — * ■ |“i — 1 you be- r ^ — I" ^ — dUZL^ J... J — lieve. For 'Fred’- ric k’s loss 1 grieve. Pshaw, "t ' u THE nightingale In vain Tm always striving, To make our difference cease, If you’re disputes contriving. An will not live in peace, no, no, You will not live in peace : I'm vex’d, dear sir, for you. But say, what can I do ? To none 1 can complain, How cruel is this pain ! I know that you believe, &c. SONG. Though prim as saints at mass we seem, We laugh at others’ folly ; Our boasted rigour’s all a dream. So, brothers let’s be jolly. Now our daily penance over, Now, boys, we’ll live in clover; While our cheerful glass goes round, Woman all our joys shall crown. THE NIGHTINGALB- i:^8 TIIREE-TAILED BASHAW; ila jor do-mo am I of this great fa-mi-ly, My pointed the head that must keep up the dread. And the pow’r of my son - in - law's tails. 1 strut as fine as iili a-ny ma - caw. I change for down my bed of straw, On per-qui-sites I lay ray paw ; I pour fS) (S> d . — ^ — L wine sly - ly down my maw, I stuff, I stuff good vic-tuals in my craw. Tis a ve-ry fine thing to be THE NIGHTINGALE. 139 W-U- ■ fa-tl a- ■ "k ■ 7 — ler - in - law to a ve - ry mag - ni - fi r-p" » - cent f=f=f three- St — tailed ba-shaw, Tis a ve-ry fir -p m — 0^'i — le thing U 4 to be fa - t ;her - in - law to a ve - ry mag - ^ — Jjd=i=ds====dt ni - fi - cent * three - tail’d ba - shaw At the head of affairs, Turn me out, then, who dares ! Let them prove the head pilfers and steals ; No three-tailed bashaw Kicks his father-in-law, And makes his head take to his heels. I strut as fine as any macaw, ril change for down my bed of straw, On perquisites I lay my paw, I pour wine, slyly, down my maw, I stuff good victuals into my craw. 'Tis a very fine thing to be fathcr-in-law To a very magnificent three-tai’d bashaw 140 THE NIGHTINGALE. WHEN 1 WAS A CHICKEN. When I was a chick - en as high as a hen, By the priest I was bo-ther*d ray m les-son to ken ; As an oak you must bend, says Father O’Rook, First ira-pression’s the thing, And he threw down the book; While in rap-ture he took a sweet L Ji ^ ^ — H ^ — -— = L - yf ~ W ■ “**■ girl by the hand, To give ab-so-lu-tion as I understood ; Oh, ho, says I, you’re a forestalling thief, So I fol-low be- fore you, and turn a new leaf. \ THE NIGHTINGALE. 141 When a few twelvemonths older, says I to myself, ril turn out a master, and pocket the pelf. So I washed off the sins from my penitent fair. Before they’re committed their conscience was clear ; *Twas this stamped my fame, and my business in- creased, For the ladies all flocked from the south, west, and east. To receive dispensations and pardons for crime. While they simpered, dear father, am I come in time! Now snug in possession of every thing fine, A heart full of love, and a house full of wine, With a bevy of beauties delighted my trade is. To give absolution to innocent ladies ; While Father O’Rook turns his eyes in despair, Talks of bending of oaks and reclaiming the fair. First impressions, says 1, told me this was the way. To attend on the ladies morn, noon , night, and day. With my tural, &c. With my tural, &c. 142 THli NIGIITINGALK, BOTHER’D FROM HEAD TO THE TAIL At six - teen years old you could m get lit-tle good of me, Till I saw No-rali who soon uu-der-stood of me, I was in love, but my* self for the blood of me, Could not tell EEEE what I did ail. Twas dear, dear what can the inat-ter be, Och, blood an' ouns, what can the mat -ter be, Och gra - ma - chree, what can the mat- ter be, Tm bo-ther’d from head to the tail. THE NIGHTINGALE. 14S I went to confess me to Father O’FIannigan ; Told him my case — made an end — then began again; Father, says I, make me soon my own man again, If you find out what I ail. Dear, dear, says he, what can the matter be ? Och ! blood an ouns, can you tell, what can the mat- ter be ? Both cried out — what can the matter be } Bother’d from head to the tail. Soon I fell sick — I did bellow and curse again — Norah took pity to see me at nurse again : Gave me a kiss — Och! zounds, that threw me worse again ! Well she knew what I did ail. But dear, dear ! says she, what can the matter be? Och I blood an ouns, what can the matter be ? Both cried out — what can the matter be ^ Bother’d from head to the tail. Tis long ago now since 1 left Tipperary ; How strange, growing older, our nature should vary. All symptoms are gone of my ancient quandary, J cannot tell now what I ail. Dear, dear ! what can the matter be ? Och! blood an ouns, what can the matter be ? Och ! giamachree, what can the matter be? ^ I’m bother’d from head to the tail. 144 THE NIGHTINGALE. ’TWAS ON CHRISTMAS-DAY. ’Twas on Christ- mas-day fa-lher he did wed. m Three months af-ter that My mo-ther was brought to bed, My fa - ther he come home, His head with li-quor stor'd. And found in mo- ther's room, A sil - ver - hilt - ed sword. Tid-dle de clum de de, tid-dle de dum de de. 1 Tiddle de dum de de, and tiddle de dum de de. * How came this sword here ? * * Mother says, says she, ' Lovee, 'tis a poker, Auntee sent to me.* THE NIGHTINGALE. Father he stamp’d and star'd, ’Twas the first, I ween Silver hiked poker He had ever seen. Fiddle de dum, &c. Father grumbled on. But getting into bed, Egad, as luck fell out, A man popp’d up his head : That's my milkmaid, says she. Says Dad, I never heard. In all my travels yet, A milkmaid with a beard. Fiddle de dum, &c. My father found a whip, And very glad was he. And how came this whip here, Wiprout the leave of me ? Oh ! that’s a nice staylace, My Auntee sent to me ; Egad, he laced her stays. And out of doors went she. Fiddle de dum, Ac. 146 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE LASS GF THE LAKE. At the foot of yon moun-tain where Uls-wa-ter plays, The thirst of the pea-sant to slake, A dam-sel so love-ly en - li - ven*d our days, And we call’d her the lass of the lake, A dam-sel so love-ly en-li-ven’d our days. And we call’d her the lass of the lake The little god Cupid invaded her breast, Such aim it was cruel to take, In the white garb of truth the deceiver was drest, Who be-tray*d the sweet lass of the lake. A false one impos’d on simplicity’s child, She thought he but liv’d for her sake, He wedded another, poor Lucy went wild, And ended her woes in the lake. THE NIGHTINGALE. 147 By moonlight her form has been said to appear , While sweethearts by love kept awake, Repair to this spot, and shed sympathy’s tears. O’er the poor ruin’d Lass of the Lake. GREEDY MIDAS. O greedy Midas, I have been told, That what you touch you turn to gold, Oh ! had I a power like thine, rd turn whate’er I touch to wine. Each purling stream should feel my force. Each fish my fatal power mourn. And wond’ring at the mighty change, Should in their native regions burn. Nor should there any dare approach Unto ray mantling, sparkling vine, But first should pay some rites to me. And stile me only god of wine, o 2 148 THE NIGHTINGALE. I was call d know - ing Joe by the boys of our town, Old dad taught me wise-ly^ know folk, 'Cod, I was so sharp, when they Jaugh-ing came down, 1 ax’d Miow do’st do’ to the show-folk. I could chaunt a good stave, that I m know d ve - ry well, No boy of my age — P- could talk louder, Crack a joke, tip the wink, or a droll Sto ry tell. Of my cle-ver-ness too none were proud - er. Of my cle-ver-ness too none were K proud - er. So, thinks I. ’tis bet - ter nor following the plough, To try with these youths to queer low folk, Their mas - ter 1 met so f (Si made my best bow [Speaking.] [Spoken ]— How d'ye do, sir ? says I, I'ze a mighty notion of turning actor-man ; I be main lissome-boxes and wrestles vaiy pretty — dances a good jig— and can play— the vary devil. The place that Td got, I determin’d to keep. But, odzookers I they all were so drollish, Kings, cobblers, and tailors, a prince or a sweep^ And jawed so at I, I looked foolish ! 150 THE NIGHTINGALE. Their daggers and swords, ’cod! they handled so 'cute, And their ladies were all so bewitching ! When I thought to be droll, I was always struck mute. As the bacon-rack hangs in our kitchen ; They axed me to say how ‘ the coach was at the door,' When were seated above and below folk f Feggs ! I was so sheamfaced, I flopped on the floor ! Spoken.] — A kind of a sort of giddiness seized me all over ! —the candles danced the hays! — ^twere as diminish as a Scotch mist ! I dropp’d down dead as a shot ! And swounded away 'mong the show-folk. They laughed so, and jeered me, as never wur seen ! All manner of fancies were playing ; One night I was sent for to wait on a queen, Spoken.] — I believes it were Queen Hamlet of Dunkirk ! (Not thinking the plan they were laying.) My leady she died on a chair next her spouse, While with pins me behind they were pricking ; All at once I screamed out; lent her grace such a douse ! That alive she was soon— aye, and kicking .THE NIGHTINGALE. 151 The people all laughed at, and hooted poor I, And the comkal dogs did me so joke ! That I made but one step, without bidding good bye Spoken.]— From their steage, cod ! I never so much as once looked behind me ! tumbled over a barrel of thunder- knocked down a hailstorm — rolled over the sea — darted like lightning through the infarnal regions. , r And SO I took my leave of the show-folk. . SONG. 0 When a man is fatigu’d with the toils of the day, No medicine like sherry can drive care away ; Without it his blood will grow thicker and thicker, But his pulses flow brisk when refreshed with good liquor. Give water to those, who, like water are cold ; ’fis wine, genTous wine, that can make my heart bold, I leave to your sneakers potatoes so weak. And stick to old sherry that crimson my cheek. 152 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE MORN RETURNS. The morn re -turns in saf-fron drest. But not to sad Ro-si-na rest; The blush-ing morn a- wakes the strain, A - wakes the tune - ful choir; The blush-ing morn a-wakes the strain, A- wakes the tune-ful choir. But sad Ro-si- THE NIGHTINGALE. 153 tippitywitchit. This ve - ry morn - ing han - dy My ma-la-dy was such, I in my tea took bran-dy, And m took a cup too much. Hie - cup, hie - cup, Fol lol de rol lol la. Hie - cup. li Hie - cup, Fol lol de rol lol la. But stop, I mus’nt mag hard, My head aches, if you please, One pinch of Irish blackguard ril take, to give me ease. Tish-a, tish-u, tol lol, &c. Now, Fm quite drowsy growing, For this vei^ morn, I rose when cock was crowing, Excuse me if I yawn. Yaw-aw, yaw-aw, tol lol, &c. 154 TH They raptures put me in ; For you know, Vite, von Vitsun-night, You did my poor heart vin^ Then Mrs. Vite she took the vip. And vacked poor Dobbin on the hip, Vich made him from a valk run fast. And reach the long vished sign at last* Lo, ven they stopt, out vaiter popt. Vat vould you vish to take. Says Vite, vith grin. I'll take some gin. My vife takes vine and cake* Ven Mrs, Vite had took her vine. To Vindsor on they vent to dine. Ven dinner o’er Mr. Vite did talk. My darling vife ve’ll take a valk ; THE NIGHTINGALE. 159 The path is vide by vater-side. So ve vill valk together ; Vile they gets tea for you and me, Ve vill enjoy the veathen Some vonton Eton boys there vere, Vich marked for vaggery this pair ; Mrs. Vite cried out vat are they arter? Ven in they popp’d Vite in the vater. The vicked vits then left the cits, Ven Vite the vaves sunk under, She vept, she squalled, she vailed, she bawled, Vill not none help, I vender. Her vimpering vords assistance brought. And vith a boat-hook Vite they sought ; Ven she, vith expectation big, TJiought Vite vas found, but ’twas his vig. Vite vas not found, for he vas drowned ; To stop her grief each bid her ; Ah ! no, she cried, I vas a bride, But now I is a vidder. F 2 160 THE NIGHTINGALE. HOW TO TELL A STORY. f ip — — 0 r — ^ -j-i t==q F=t t 1 b— ^ Orer port, pipe, or snufF - box, there’s 1 13 : al-ways some wight, To tell a long sto - ry at club ev’-ry night, Want-ing wit at a prnch, the box ESS m helps a bad joke, Or de-fi-ci-ent in fire he sup- plies ye with smoke, Der - ry ETi^g F- i down, down, down der - ry down. Since were told to believe only half what we hear, Every tale we attempt should from fiction be clear. Probability carefully keeping in view ; For example. I’ll tell a short story or two, Derry down, &c. THE NIGHTINGALE. ]$1 Once a man advertised the metropolis round, He'd leap off the monument on to the ground, But when just half-way down felt some nervous attack, Grew frightened, reflected, turned round, and jumped back. Derry down, &c. A boatswain who ne’er had seen Punch or his wife. To a puppet-show went, the first time in his life ; Laugh'd and wonder'd at every odd trick and grimace, When a barrel of gunpowder blew up the place. Derry down, &c. Spectators and puppets were here and there thrown. When Jack, on a tree who had safely been blown, Took a quid, blew his whistle, and not at all vext, Cried, “ Shiver me, what will this fellow do next?’ Derry down, &c, • A bluflf grenadier, under great Marshal Saxe, Had his head cut clean off by a Lochabar axe. But his comrade replaced it so nice ere it fell. That a handkerchief tied round his neck, made all well. Derry down, Ac. r 162 THE NIGHTINGALE. Now, his memory was short, and his neck very long', Which he’d bow thus and thus when he heard a good song; And one night beating time to the tale I tell you, He gave such a nod that away his head flew. Derry down, &c. I could tell other stories, but here mean to rest. Till what you have heard may have time to digest,. Besides, ere my narrative verse I pursue, I must find some more subjects equally (rue. Derry down, &c. MARIA’S LOVE. The downward look, the downcast eye, • The stealing tear, the struggling sigh. Must shew distrust, or grief, or fear, i Or surely cannot be sincere ! Oh ! let my lips with modest smile. Devoid of art — devoid of guile. To Henry speak, nor doubt, nor fear, But shew Maria’s love’s sincere. I THE NIGHTINGALE. 1G3 I ENOUGH IS AS GOOD AS A FEAST. A - f» ^ H h=i -1 The world is a well-fur-nish'd ta-ble, Where guests are pro-mis-c’ous-ly set, We all fare as i well as we're a-ble, And scram-ble for what we can get. My si - mi - le holds to a tit - tie, Some gorge, while some scarce have a taste. But if 164 THE NIGHTINGALE. LOUDON’S BONNY WOODS AND BRAES. Lou - don’s bon - ny woods and braes, I maun lea’ them a’ las • sie ; Wha can thole m ~ — - . ■“"rs' — P-»r whan Bri-tain’s foes, Wad gie Britons law, las-sie ? y-T- Wha would shun .the field o’ dan - ger ? Wha to fame would be a stranger? Now when Britain i bids avenge her, Wha would turn and flee, las-sie? Lou -don's bon - ny woods and braes, Hae seen ourpeacefu’ happy days; Now gentle hope maun sooth thy waes. When I’m far a-wa, las-sie? the nightingale. 1C5 Hark ! the swelling bugle sings, Yielding joy to thee, laddie; But the dolefu* bugle brings ^ Waefu* thoughts to me, laddie. Lanely I may climb the mountain, Lanely stray beside the fountain. Still the wearie moments countin’. Far frae love and thee, laddie. O’er the gory fields of war. Where Vengeance drives her crimson car, Thou’lt, may be, fa’, frae me afar. And nane to close thy ee, laddie. O, resume thy wonted smile ! O, suppress thy fear, lassie ! Glorious Honour crowns the (oil That the soldier shares, lassie; Heaven will shield thy faithfu’ lover, Till the vengeful strife is over. Then we’ll meet, nae mair to sever. Till the day we die, lassie. 'Midst our bonnie woods and braes, We’ll spend our peacefu’ happy days. As blithe’s yon lightsome lamb that plays On Loudon’s flow’ry lea, lassie. 166 THE NIGHTINGALE. KING DICK. You all have heard of crook-back’d Dick, Who once was Eng-land’s king, sir, Who thought by ar-ti- fice to get the de-vil in a string, sir, Be-ing born with teeth, he vow'd to snap At all who came in his way, sir. And, friend or foe, as suited Dick, A- like be-came his prey, sir. Bow, wow, wow. i ¥ fal lal de rid - die did - die, bow, wow, wow. ’Gainst Clarence, first, he spit his spite, and while he there did dine, sir, He made him drunk, and then did drown him in a butt of wine, sir ; THE NIGHTINGALE. 167 Then next unto the Tower he went, and with a furious look, sir. He stuck King Harry, ’cause he found him reading in a book, sir. Bow, wow, &c. King Edward dying, he seiz’d the crown, when like the frog in fable. He swelled and looked monstratious big, as long as he was able ; Then married Lady Ann with speed, but soon, sirs, in a frei)zy, He bade her go, sirs, and be d d, another took his fancy. Bow, wow, &c. Then fearing that some unknown foe might balk him of his will O, He had his little nephews smothered, by a swan’s- down pillow ; And, void of feeling or remorse, a watery grave he found ’em, Just as you’d see some envious wights serve puppies when they drown ’em. Bow, wow, &c. 168 the nightingale ■At length his crimes so heinous grew, the folk began to grumble, And he to quake, for fear his pride should meet a hugeous tumble ; While to increase poor Dickey’s fear, 'twas said, that every night, sir. The ghosts of those he had kilt appeared to him, dressed all in white, sir. Bow, wow, &c. At length, in Bosworth’s field, he met with one who was his match, sir. Who cared no more, sirs, for his threats than I do for Old Scratch, sir ; He stuck so close, sirs, to his skirts, his blows he could’nt parry, So all proved Dickey, sirs, with him, being stuck by Richmond Harry. Bow, wow, &c. THE NIGHTINGALE. 169 JOHN GROUSE AND MOLLY DUMPLING. iT\ _ _ /I — ' r w T ^ ^ rz — r- r Come all ye young and fr o-lic- some lo-vers, ->-Tf List - en a • while un - to my rhyme. ’Tis of two sweet - hearts young and ten - der 1 p : 1 i^TT^ p -K K-,. . A r L_j 4 ^iji j "P k . 07^ • f w- X ^ m j i - i Who were cut off ' in their prime, Fol de rid-dle lol, — • Fol de rid-dle lol, Rit fol lar al, did-dle dol de rol. Molly Dumpling was a virgin true, Liv'd cook in a great family, One eye was black and the other blue, She was very fat and four feet high. Fol de riddle, &c. John Grouse he was a gardener. Healthy he was with manly toil. Cabbage he sold, and for dinner Plenty of it cut to boil, Fol de riddle, &c. 170 THE NIGHTINGALE. One night he went to see his Molly ; His little dog barked very loud ; The night was dark and melancholy, And the moon had slid behind a cloud. Fol de riddle, &c. At home and trembling, by the fire The lovely Molly Dumpling sat ; Much did she wonder and admire What her Johnny could be at. Fol de riddle, &c. That night, as she lay in her bed. Her chamber- door flew open wide. When the gardener’s ghost popped in his head, With his little dog trotting by his side. Fol de riddle, &c. Tall as a May-pole was his size, Green, green his waistcoat was as leeks. Red, red as beet-root were his eyes. And pale as turnips were his cheeks. Fol de riddle, &c. Soon as her true love she espied. Poor Molly Dumpling faintly said, “ What would you, Johnny — He replied, “ 0 ! Molly Dumpling I am dead. Fol de riddle, &c. THE NIGHTINGALE. 171 In the flower of my youth I fell He spoke in a most dismal tone. I was not sick, but in a well 1 tumbled backwards and was drowned.” Fol de riddle, &c. Soon as she heard her true love speak, She clasped her hands,— jumped out of bed ; She squeak’d and squall’d, (ah! how she bawled,) Then shut her mouth and dropp’d down dead. Fol de riddle, &c. SONG. Go, rose, my Chloe’s bosom grace. How happy should I prove. Might I supply that envied place. With never-fading love ! There, Phoenix like, beneath her eye. Involv’d in fragrance burn and die. Know, hapless flow’r, that thou shalt find More fragrant roses there : I see thy withering head reclin'd, With envy and despair. One common fate we both must prove ; You die with envy — I with love. q2 172 THE NIGHTINGALE. IN THE SOLEMN MIDNIGHT HOUR. ’Iwas in the so-lemn mid-night hour, When all was dark a - round, When pla - nets strike and spells have powV, And man-drakes m I cleave the ground, I heard a voice as from the tomb. The bell then beat ing one, — A- dieu, it cried, 1 meet my doom. My life's last sand is run, My life's last sand is run. Twas William's voice, 'twas William’s form, Wet from his wat’ry grave, ‘ I sink,' he cried, ‘ amid the storm, I sleep beneath the wave/ Starting I rise, and snatch my gown, And hasten to the shore, I see the gallant ship go down-^* But see my love no more. the nightingale. 173 CALEDONIAN MAID. Oh, say have you my Ma - ry seen. The Ca le-do-nian maid. Or heard the shep-herds the green Say where my Ma-ry’s stray’d; Or hear^he shep - herds on the green Say where my Ma-ry’s stray’d. The dam-sel is of an-gel mien, With sad and down-cast eyes, The shep - herds call her sor - row’s queen. So - ’y »l»e sighs, So pen - sive - ly. So pen . sive - ly, so pen - sive - ly she sighs. I / 174 THE NIGHTINGALE. But why those sighs so sadly swell. Or why her tears so flow ; In vain they press the lovely girl. The innate cause to know. E’er reason form’d her tender mind. The virgin learned to love, Compassion taught her to be kind, Deceit she was above. And had not war’s terrific voice. Forbid the nuptial bands. E’er now had Sandy been her choice. And Hymen bound our hands : But since the sword of war is sheath’d. And peace resumes her charms. My every joy is now bequeath’d. Unto my Mary’s arms. HARK! THE LARK. Hark, the lark at heaven’s gate sings, And Phoebus ’gins to rise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that pretty bin. My lady sweet arise I » the nightingale. 175 TflEHE’S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE. -if.— i:==A And are ye sure the news is true 1 And are ye sure he’s weel ? Is this a time to think o’ wark, Make haste, lay by your wheel. Is this a time to think o’ wark, When Colin’s at the door? Gie me my cloak, I’ll to the quay. And see him come a-shore. For there’s nae luck a- bout the house. There’s nae luck at a’; There’! little pleasure in the house When our gudeman s a-wa. 176 THE NIGHTIKGALE. O gie me down my bigonet, My bishop’s satin gown, For I maun tell the bailie’s wife That Colin’s come to town. My Sunday’s shoon they maun gae on, My hose o’pearl blue, It’s a’ to please my ain gudeman, For he’s baith leal and true. For there's nae luck, &c. Rise up and mak a clean fire-side, Put on the muckle pot ; Gie little Kate her cotton gown. And Jock his Sunday’s coat : And mak their shoon as black as slaes, Their hose as white as snaw ; It’s a’ to please my ain gudeman^ For he’s been lang awa. For there’s nae luck, &c. There are twa hens upon the bank. They’ve fed this month and mair ; Mak haste, and thraw their necks about. That Colin weel may fare ; And spread the table neat and clean, Gar ilka thing look braw ; Its a’ for love of my gudeman, he’s been lang awa. For there’s nae luck, &c. THE NIGHTINGALE. 177 Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in’t When he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak? Tm downright dizzy wi* the thought, In troth, Tm like to greet. * For there’s nae luck, &c. The cauld blasts o’ the winter wind. That thirl’d thro* my heart. They’ve a* blawn by, I hae him safe, t Till death we’ll never part; But what pits parting in my head ? It may be far awa’ ; The present moment is our aiii. The neist we never saW. For there’s nae luck, &c. Since Colin’s weel, I’m weel content, I hae nae mair to crave ; Could I but live to mak him blest, I’m blest aboon the lave : And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak? Fm downright dizzy wi’ the thought. In troth, I’m like to greet. For there’s ncte luck, &c. 178 THE NIGHTINGALE. MILITIA MUSTER FOLK. Come, mi-li-ti-a men so gay, Bring your drums, your guns, and sa-bres. While the fife shall brisk-Iy play, As-sem-ble all your neigh-bours. w See the of-fi-cer is near. See the troops in -- ^-^r ^ \r- J-l-J kl4_L, crowds ap-pear, Ev*-ry sol-dier now is near, To pro-se-cute his la-bours. [Spoken.] "Now, gentlemen, to prevent falling out, Til thank you to fall in. — Form a line, if you please — why, bless me, do you call that a line, why you are crooked at both ends and not straight in the middle— Now, do alter that, gentle* men— Why, neighbour Swigger, don’t you see your inside is quite hollow, it wants filliug up.” — “ Yes, and so would jour's, too, if you had come from home without your break- 179 THB NIGHTINGALB. fast as I have.’'-* Stand at ease.-Why, neighbour Shuffle, you’don’t stand at ease.”-** No, I can’t, for I’ve got a pebble in my shoe.”-** Eyes right.”-** That’s a thing I shall like to do,” .ays Gazeall, ** and perhaps, Mr. Officer, you’ll tell me how to manage it ; for look, I squint.” ** That’s true, says Rattlepot, ** and that’s the reason you always look so cross at the Captain when he commands you.”—** Now, gentlemen, you with the guns come forward, you with the umbrellas wheel to the right, and you with the bean-stalks go the left- now shoulder-there now, 1 didn’t say arms.”-** Well, never mind, you might have said it, you know.”—** What brings you from the ranks, Blairall ? ”-I only came out. Captain, to ask you if there is any news.”—** Pooh, pooh ! ” Thus they ex-er-cise a-way. And you’ll say it is a joke, sirs, For I’ve been on ma-ny day, With mi-U-ti-a mus - ter folk, sirs Now they halt, and now they dress. Now they inarch and countermarch, sirs. See they on each other press. With chins be-deck’d with starch, sirs. Now the hero calls aloud. While each hero looks so proud ; How they eye the gaping crowd. And quiz the girls so arch, sirs. 180 THE nightingale. • Spoken.] « Halt! halt! haltl-Why, gentlemen, you've left the rear guard behind.”-" Ves, so we have, we’re be- fore hand with them.”-" Now gentlemen, we’re; going to exercise ; and, in order that all may be correct, I’ll give the word from my book of the New System.— Stand at easel At- tention I Shoulder arms I Fix bayonets I” — “ Why, Captain, how are we to fix bayonets when our guns are on our shoul- ders?— “Oh! I beg pardon, I’ve turn’d over two leaves at once-order arms— unfix bayoneU.”— “ Why, we hav’n’t fixed them yet. Captain.”—" That’s true, but never mind— ground arms.— Why, bless me, brother Shiver, you’ve tumbled down —I hope you hav’n’t hurt yourself?”-" Yes, I’ve cut my nose and bled a bushel, I guess.”—" Yes, he’s wounded in the service, and bled in the cause, I calculate.” Yes and there’s one gentleman has run his bayonet into a very tender part of my frame, and I’ve only to inform this here corps that I’m not bomb proof. What have you put up your urn- brella for, Drybones?”-" Because I guess we shall have a very particularly damn’d heavy shower of rain.”—" I say. Little, how long are you in this regiment ?” “ Five feet nine without my shoes ; how long are you ?”— « Six feet three.”— “A pretty size for a coffin.”-" Pretty well, I guess Quick, march I** Thus they exercise away, &c. Now all formed, to work they go, And no regiment e’er looked prouder; I’m sure their looks would scare a foe, * When they re supplied with powder. THE NIGHTINGALE. 181 All are ready for the fray. All exclaim, come don’t delay, All prepare to (ire away, And where’s the corps fired louder. ' Spoken.] “ Gentlemen, yon in the front row must kneel, and you in the second row must stand up— this is wiiat we call platonic firing ; but mind, the gentlemen in the second row are not allowed to shoot the gentlemen’s heads off in the front row — and if any of the gentlemen in the front should fall down, the persons behind shall pick them up again. — Now, return ramrods — what, what are you doing there?**— ** Why, I’m returning the ramrod, I borrow’d it of Graball, and I’m doing as you bid me.**— “ Gentlemen, if any of you should bite your cartridge at the wrong end, just be kind enough to spit out the ball again. — Make ready— (one o/ Ll! 1 — rbdLfcig :.rzz!f.i.S:l whi ning train, ’Till ma-ny a pret-ty 1— .. — U — - 5 — tzi**" ' ' '^ "z 192 THE NIGHTINGALE, I be - deck my lit - lie form ; Sing, dance, and o-gle, whis-per, dance, and swear, Sing, dance, and o-gie, whis-per, dance, and swear. View me, ma’am, here I am, view this charm - ing form. \ ie w me, ma’am, here I am, view this charm*ing form. THE NIGHTINGALE. 193 AS WRAPT IN SLEEP. As wrapt in sleep I lay, Fan-cy as-siim’cl her (51 (S) m •way, A voice that spoke des • pair Cried tr nn mourn thy lo - ver ba - nish’d Cold, cold, be- neath the main Lies he in bat - tie slain ; Mourn m mourn, thou wretch - ed fair. All i hope from thee is va - nish - ed. Upon the rock I stood ; Forth from the foaming flood, Arose the lovely form Of him who now is banished : Loose flow'd his auburn hair, Gor’d was his bosom, bare ; Sinking amid the storm He sigh'd ‘ adieu I ’ — and vanished. l;>4 THE NIGHTINGALE. REMEMBER ME! {From the Pirates.^ When you shall hear the sounds of joy, (Beat-ing* the floor with rus-tic dance) Silent the eI § i list’ning ear cm-ploy, But do not yet too quick ad vance, But slow-ly, soft-ly, softly creep, Un- m i § til yon light you see; And while the w anx-i-ous watch you keep, Still e-ver re-mem-ber me, And while the anx-i-ous watch you m keep Still e - ver re - mem - her i me, still e - ver re - mem - ber me. THE NIGHTINGALE. 195 Careful the winding path explore, Lest in the tangled brake you stray, Then think of her whom you adore, To cheer the dark and weary way ; And softly, slowly creep, Until yon light you see, And while the anxious watch you keep, Still ever remember me. SONG. Youthful hearts of love’s invasion, Love’s soft impulse can’t restrain. Still they list not to persuasion, Sporting with a lover’s pain. Till before the shrine of beauty, Age, with dotage, blindly kneels. Then love listens to love’s duty, And a mutual flame reveals. As the child wdth bauble tired. Till another wants the toy. Then ’tis eagerly admired. Sweetest source of all its joy. s2 19 .' TIIK NIGHTINGALE. on ! SOFTLY FLOW TFIOU BRINY TIDE. Oh ! soft-Iy flow ihou bri-ny tide, That dost two faith - ful hearts di - vide, Aad while in yon-der lone-ly tow’r,Poor He-ro wait th’ap- point - ed hour, A -gain, bear gen-tly, • der to free from harms, Le - an her i arms ! Vi - si - ons of fate be - hold I See, bend-ing o’er the cruel wave, Which seems ordain’d his early grove, The youth prepares to quit the shore, Ah! tempt the faithless deep no more ! Its front serene conceals the snare, Then vent'rous youth beware, Visions of fate behold ! THE NIGHTINGALE. Transported now to Asia’s strand, We still the Hellespont command : Ah ! hapless Hero ! to the skies She shrieks ! and turns her tearful eyes Oh ! Venus listen to her woe, Forbid her tears to flow. Visions of fate behold. LANG DE DILLO. There came a stranger o’er the mead ; By the hawthorn bush sat he : And sweet he tun’d his shepherd’s reed Hey, lang de dillo, dillo dee. A silly maid too near him drew ; He was fresh, and fmr to see : He stole her heart, then cried adieu ! Hey, lang de dillo, dillo dee. Many a morning, while ’twas May, By the hawthorn bush walk’d she. But, ah ! no stranger came to play. Sweet lang de dillo, dillo dee. 198 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE JEALOUS DON. {From the Pirates,} She. The jea • lous Don won’t you as - same when we mar-ry. And won’t you frown, He. mut - ter, and plague me with doubts, And won't you, when-e-ver your point you wou’d 1 car-ry, Have fits, fret, and whim-per, and be in the She. pouts ? No boun-cing, but ‘ Zounds, ma’am, pray He. al-ter your plan.* No whi-ning and cry-iug ‘ You She. He^ bar-bar-ous man.* But you’ll love me, ‘ Yet, THE NIGHTINGALE. If)9 She. J ^ ves;’And be con-stant, ‘ No, no;’ What not He. She. He. , -slant’ ‘ Yes, jes ; ’ Did you mean ’ ' No, not so.’ I’m sure we’re a-greed, no more words, let us mar - ry, Love’s inean-ing no aid wants from It lan-guage I know. No words, let us mar-ry. Love’s itxean-ing no aid wants from lan-guage, we know. ^Yet won’t you before folk, be fond, coax, and flatter, While, turning behind, to a lover your hand ? SAc.— And won’t you, when I'm in a humour to chatter, Cry,‘ Oh, I’m so sleepy, 1 can’t understand! ’ ffg No smirking and squeezing, now dear, and all that Shi-Vo yawning and gaping, when I want to chat. But you’ll love me, &c. 200 THE NIGHTINGALE, THERE THE SILVER’D WATERS ROAM. [From the Pirates.] There the sil - ver’d wa - ters roam, And wan* ton o’er th’ un-stea-dy sand, Span-gling with their i Star- ry foam, The tow’r-ing clift, the tow’r-ing clift, the towV-ing clift that guards the land. There the scream-ing sea-bird flits. There the scream-ing sea-bird flits, Dips in the wave his dus-ky form, Or on a roc - ky tur - ret sits, or on a t: a storm, th’ ex-ult-ing de-mon of the storm. There as THE NIGHTINGALE. 201 viWage le gends tell, Ma-ny aship-wreck’d sea-man’s ghost, Lis - tens to the dis - tant knell, When nnd-night glodins, when mid-night glooms, when mid-night glooms, the fa-tal coast. There, as vil-lage le-gends tell, Ma-ny a ship- wreck’d sea-man^s ghost, Lis-tens to the dis-tant knell. When mid-night glooms the dis - tant coast, Lis - tens. lis - tens to the dis - tant knell. when mid-night glooms the fa-tal coast 202 THE NIGHTINGALE. WHAT SHALL I DO ? {From the Pirat€$,1 T"" What shall I do ? Whai t line pur- sue 1 What shall I d 0? Wh at line p r ’"p-p p 1 lur-sue? Oh, dear, what shall I do? < □h, dear, what shall I do ? My spi-rits in a flus-ter, Won’t let me bounce and blus - ter, Else would I try, per - chance if hi 0, As well as I, -g a- ' a cowrd may be, If -= — ^ gg— » r-= — P — m _w r- ■ ' 1 — — : u — he a co-ward may be. What shall I do ? What r— f— “ - — F li^epur-sue? What shall I ^-- - ^ 12 — do? W hat line pur- sue? I’ faith I’ll try per-chaiice if he As uuicli as THE nightingale. 203 ,v’rd niav be. 1’ faith then I’ll try if a I a cow'rd may ' ”” • I 1 .rvM "cow’rd he mayn't be. Racks and tor-tares I des-pise, racks and tor-lures I des-pise l - My ho - nou”r7 my ho - nour ’tis a - lone I prize, My ho nour, my ho-nour ’tis a-lone I prize. In-dig-nant heart he still I say ! Oh, if I could but run a- ^^!^lark! hark ! what do they mut-ter? Dre^ mur-mursdotheyut-ter! I’m in such a ta- a-king , 204 THE NIGHTINGALE. aha-king, qua-a-king, sha-a-king, qua-a-king, sha- a a-king. Racks and tor-tures I des-pise, Racks and tor-tures I des-pise! My ho-nour, my ho-nour’ tis a- lone I prize, My ho nour, my ho-nour ’tis a-Ione I now’s the time to run a-way, So now’s the lime to run a-way, so now’s the lime to run a-way. \ THB NIGHTINGALE. 205 LOVERS, W HO LISTEN. [From the Pirates.'] 1 ■■ -g te~T Lo-vers, v if— ^ — g u-*-ig /ho lis-ten to ree . TT • -W- sJE- i-soiTs per- sua si-on, Prai :p=z^ se for the no-vel-ty i sure-ly may claim ; Lo-vers who heark-eii to friend-ship’s per- sua - si • 2-*=^ on, to 1 mi i - friend - ship’s per - sua - si - on, trr-5t=fc=ic: =^3=1= ‘-±=1 Pr aise i :::£:d for the no - ^ /el - ty, the no- f5I l» vel - ty may Cl2 dm, 1 a Praise for ih( 1 3 no-vel-ty, the no-vel-ty may — . >.*— J .m —a— M^. — M. 1 - — I. claim. Of fate so bar-ba-rous, ( 3f fate so ^ i bar-ba-rous, they'll find no oc-ca-si-on, To T 206 THE MGHTINGALE. for which fol - ly’s to Wame. TRIO. O I who has seen the miller’s wife ? I, I, and kindled up new strife ; A shilling from her palm I took, Ere on the cross lines I could look. Who has the tanner’s daughter seen? 1, 1, in quest of her have been ; But as the tanner was within, Twas hard to ’scape him in whole skin. From ev’ry place condemn’d to roam In ev’ry place we seek a horn e ; ^ These branches form our summer’s roof, By thick-grown leaves made weather proof; In shelt’ring nooks and hollow ways We cheerly pass our winter days. Come, circle round the gipsies’ fire. Our songs, our stories never tire ; Come, stain your cheeks with nut or berry. You’ll find the gypsies’ life is merry. THR NIGHTINGALE. 207 vtV 'O' SIR, DO YOU CALL ? {From the Pirates.] Of a vile lack of ho • nes - ty erutn-blers corn-plain, And that no so-ci-al vir-tues we b^t, Still the best of these vir-tues (the chari javp ' t ■ ^ -~ 0 - * P X - ■> — P' dust, and wood en ware/ A dam - sel love - ly ^«==S=^^3rF=tz=t=P=±-£d:--E=^ and black -ey’d Tript through the streets, and ' sweet-ly ci •led ‘Buy my 1 ive sprats, buy my I ^ live sprat! s/ A youth ( )n t'o - they side the iESEii^3==^^E&; = way, Tz:~— ^ -■ 1 — 4 -d--* ^ With hoar - ser lungs did — 1 — r — I - 1 — kiw- ^ — 1 — n f-4 — e - cho - ing say, ‘ Buy my live sprats.’ THE NIGHTINGALE. 231 Full shrilly cried the chimney-sweep, The fruitress fair, bawled round and sound The Jew would down the area peep, To look for custom under ground ; His bag he o’er his shoulder slung. And to the footmen sweetly sung, Cloashes to sell, cloashes ! ‘‘ Round and sound — sweep !’* Young Soot cried, sweep!” in accents true, The Barrow Lady and the Jew, ‘‘ Round and sound !” Cloashes 1” A noise at every turn you’ll find. Ground ivy, rabbit skins to sell. Great news from France, and knives to giind. Mats, muffins, milk and mackerel ! And when these motley noises die, In various tones the watchmen cry. By the clock — twelve, “ Past twelve o’clock;” Then home to bed the shopmen creep, And all the night are kept from sleep With past — humph— o’clock.” 232 THE NIGHTINGALE. TWANG LANGO DILLO DAY. Master. Thy se - crets to thy kind mas - ter tell. I love a maid — Is she full of play No kid more game-some — Where does she dwell ? Twang Ian - go dil - lo, lang twan-go dil - lo day. Mast.^li you’re in love, boy, you’re not to blame. Serv. — As much, kind sir, I have heard you say ; I love my charming — Mast.— Ay, what’s her name ? Serv, — Lang twango dillo Servant. Master, Master. Twango, lango dillo day. Mast.— My Christmas-box— Serv, — Oh, I understand ! Thy faithful services I’ll repay ; Here's five bright shillings. THE NIGHTINGALE. 233 iScrv.— Here’s my hand. Mast ^ — Lang twango dillo Twang, lango dillo day. THE ORPHAN’S FRIEND. Fenc’d round by brake, and lawn, and wood, The cottage of my father stood ; A decent plenty once his share. And I was born a prosperous heir. But ruthless war soon marr’d our lot. In ruin lies that native cot ; That sire too — where shall sorrow end ? Ah ! who will prove his orphan’s friend ? Now reft of father, fortune, home. An outcast through the world I roam. On strangers’ bounty doom'd to live. And beg those alms I once could give. On suppliant knees, each closing day, With prayers I strive my debt to pay, And still implore just heav'n to send A blessing on the orphan’s friend ! THE NIGHTINGALE. OH ! HAD I ALLAN RAMSAY^S ART. bj -i- CsI Oh ! had 1 Al - Ian Ram - say’s art To sing my pas-sion ten der, In ev’-ry verse she’d read my heart, Such soothing strains Td send her. Nor his, nor gen-tle Riz-zio’s aid, To shew is all a fol-ly, How much I love the charm-ing maid, Sweet Jane of Gri-si-po-ly. She makes me know what all de-sire, So ro-guish are her glances. Her mo-dest air then checks my fire, And stops my bold I THB NIGHTINGALE. 235 ad-vances. Meek as the lamb on yon-der lawn, Yet £ by her con-quer’d whol-ly, For spright ly as the 3— H- — - j ]— JC— ■ rn bound-ing fawn, sweet Jane of Gri-si-po-ly. My senses she's bewilder’d quite, I seem an amorous ninny, — A letter to a friend 1 write, For Sandy 1 sign Jenny ; Last Sunday, when from church I came, With looks demure and holy, 1 cried, when asked the text to name, ’Twas Jane of Grisipoly. My Jenny is no fortune great. And 1 am poor and lowly ; A straw for pow’r and grand estate. Her person I love solely ; From ev’ry sordid, selfish view. So free my heart is wholly ; And she is kind as I am true. Sweet Jane of Grisipoly. •r^'. 236 THE NIGHTINGALE, THO’ I AM NOW A VERY LITTLE LAD. ■ziMr. *--*— y-iij *-| — *•— *— tell Tho* I am now a ve - ry lit - tie lad, If g — g— «r fight' in ■■■ g men can-not be had, E t :^ i — f... m ijj:i3±z:l,T Jjl For want of bet-ter ►— iT:^:T^rjLB I may ( do To fol low the boy with his rat tat too. =3=:tr*^5=f=fel I may seem ten - der, yet — • 5 : I’m tough, Ai nd 05=-^ §— tho' not much o* me Tm righ I ^::s — ^ -jp_ jc^ t g< rs) :>od stuff ; ( grp— =±f 3f this ril boast, say more who c ;an, g-S— g -.gzg I ne-ver was a- fraid to meet my man. Fm a chick-a-bid-dy see, Take me now, now, now ; Tm a mer-ry lit- h . -:p ^ .--=f=; ^i= tie hf E=^^=£=E “■ •— * he For your row, dow, dow. Brown V r THE NIGHTINGALE. 237 Bess I’ll knock about, oh, that’s my joy, At my back a knap - sack like a ro - ving boy. In my tartan plaid a young soldier view. My philabeg, and dirk, and bonnet blue ; Give the word, and I’ll march where you command ; Noble sergeant, with a shilling strike my hand. My captain, when he takes his glass. May like to toy with a pretty lass ; For such a one I’ve a roguish eye, — He’ll ne’er want a girl when 1 am by. I’m a chick-a biddy, &c. Though a barber has never yet mow’d my chin. With my great broadsword 1 long to begin, Cut slash, ram, dam, oh, glorious fun! For a gun pip-pop change my little pop-gun. The foes should fly like geese in flocks. Even Turks I’d drive like turkey-cocks; Wherever quarter’d I shall be. Oh, zounds! how I’ll kiss my landlady. I’m a chick-a-biddy, &c. 238 THE NIGHTINGALE. FOR SOLDIERS THE FEAST PREPARE. ^ For sol-diers the feast pre-pare, pre-pare, pre- pare, Who friends pro-tect and foes an-noy; What war has won let’s now en-joy, Good cheer bright mirth be-stow-ing. Sir-loin first we’ll no-bly dare, we’ll no-bly dare. Our host looks round his ta-ble, His breast with friend-ship glow-ing, We m r-H* Lj 1 — jo - vial lads, whilst a - ble, Re - solv’d to do all ho - uour all ho - nour to the do - nor. Witli THB NIGHTINGALE. 239 cou - rage charge His bolFd and roast, In gob-lets fcdJgMM Igp large each toast, With spark-ling bum-pers flow-ing. Let drums beat, and fifes sound shrill, Ye clarions, lend your sweetest notes ; Now, trumpets, rend your silver throats, Proclaim in warlike measure. When the racy bowl we 611, The fair shall do their duty, And sip its balmy treasure, Touch’d by the lip of beauty, Tis now a draught for Hector : ’Tis nectar. The god’s delight — here’s wine and love. Like Mars who 6ght should kiss like Jove, By turns the soldier’s pleasure. TRIO. Ak! how Sophia can you leave Your lover and of hope bereave ; Go fetch the Indian's borrowed plume. Yet richer far is that you bloom. I'm but a lodger in your heart, And more than me I fear have part. 240 THB NIGHTINGALE. WHAT RAPTURE TO THINK. y -y — J~ - t-— ::=irat-^ seen On May-day 1 first saw my love on this green, So i ■ charm-ing his face and coin-mand-ing his mien, The - - king was my lo-ver, and Jen-ny his queen. The gar-land pre-sent-ed by^San-dy, More sweet from the ma- -ker,’twasSan-dy. So charm-ing his face, yet com- manding his mien, The king was my lo - ver, and Jen-ny his queen ; The gar-land pre-sent-ed by San-dy, more sweet from the ma-ker, 'twas San-dy. THE NIGHTINGALE. 241 A side look I threw on my lovely chance, Which soon he return’d with as tender a glance, My heart leap’d with joy when I saw him advance, And well did I guess *twas to lead at the dance. For none danc’d so neat as my Sandy, In all things complete is my Sandy. Beneath a gay woodbine, with myrtles entwin’d, On cowslips and violets one ev’ning reclin’d ; So charming a place and a season so kind, He artfully chose to discover his mind. So sweet were the vows of my Sandy, I then exchang’d hearts with my Sandy. ARISE ! FAIR MAID. Arise, fair maid, a lover waits, To breathe his ardent sighs! From verdant earth the dew retreats, Bright Sol illumes the skies ! His morning lay, the tuneful lark Essays “ high pois’d in air,’’ “ Wake, wake, to love,” his strain is (hark !) Arise, arise, bright fair ! An ardent lover breathes his sighs. Arise, fair maid — fair maid arise ! Y 242 THE NIGHTINGALE. BOYS, WHEN I PLAY. Boys, when I play, cry Oh, cri - mi - ni ! Shel - tv’s chaun - ter squea - ker - im - i - ni ; tr In love tunes I'm so em-pha-ti-cal, lingers sha-king qua - ver - at - ti - cal ; With a - gi - li - ty, grace, gen- 3 == id m ti-li-ty. Girls shake heel and toe ; Pipes I tic kle so ; My jigs fill a pate, ti - til - late pret-ty mate; My hops love mirth, young bloods cir-cu-late, too-dle loo-dle, foo-dle, roo-dle roo, too-dle roo-dle roo, THE NIGHTINGALE. 243 Oh, my chanter sounds so prettily, Sweeter far than pfpes from Italy ; Cross the Tweed, I’ll bring my tweedle-dum. Striking foreign dute and fiddle dumb. Modern Rizzi's so Please Ma'am’s, Misses though ; Peers can merry strum. Act plays very rum ; ril puff at Square Hanover. _ _ _ Can-over, Man- over, All the puny pipes from Italy. Toodle, &c. Pm in talk a pedant musical, 111 fine terms, I beg intrusical, Slap Bravura’s, Alt, the Rage about Hayd'n, Mara, Op’ra, stage about. Oratorio’s, Cramer’s, Florio’s ; Things at Jubilee, Neither He and She, Die at Syren’s note ; 7 - Tiny throat, ~ _ - Petticoat; ; This is amateur high musical. Toodle, &c. Y 2 244 THE NIGHTINGALE. AT DAWN I ROSE. At dawi .r* 11 I ±:±Z=Sr. rose with jo 'pEzlr^c^qnii* - cund glee. For joy-ful 1 was > — K- the day, That c -=-b-?=H^ ±=^ ould this ^ g« hies -sing give t J-Jj- 0 me. irnfcirgj , Now joj r is fled a - wuy, Jen - ny ! No =5 flocks, nor herds, nor ^E=sr-SSB=^1 store of gold. Nor ~\ w 1= lOuse/ nor r 1 11 I home 1 have I, If beau - nust be bough t and sSi|§ -b- :=^ sold, A - las! I can ■ not buy, Jen - ny r THE 141GHT1NGALE. 245 Yet I am rich, if thou art kind, So priz’d a smile from thee ; True love alone our hearts shall bind. Thou art all the world to me — Jenny ! Sweet, gentle maid, though patient, meek, My lily drops a tear ! Ah! raise thy drooping head, and seek Soft peace and comfort here — Jenny ! BACCHUS, COME. Bacchus, come, thy vot’ry own me, ’Tis said that thou all cares canst end ; A perjur’d fair has basely flown me. Fled with a false perfidious friend. Let’s drink !— ’tis true ; my sorrows past ; New joys exhilarate my soul ; I find a friend in every glass, And a kind mistress in the bowl. 246 THE NIGHTINGALE. I’M A BRA’ AND BONNY YOUTH. -«— ?* - i—z^ Tin a bra’ and bon - ny youth, Tho* some folk think me u-gly, Yet I’ve long found out the i I ■ " ■' j[\ m m truth, That I’m both wise and smug-ly ; With a !(• ^ fal de ral de ray, Til sing a - way, with ray fal de ral de ray, All the mer-ry day, all the tz:z± iner-ry mer-ry day. As 1 catch my fish so pi^ gay. With my tol de rol the rol de rol de rol de rol de ray, tol de rol de rol de rol de ray. THE NIGHTINGALE. 247 And should Moggy marry me, And gang wi’ me the Kirk to. None shall be so well as we, For Moggy, she shall work too. With my fal de ral, &c. Should we chance to break our net. We’d laugh at the disaster; Nor I, nor Moggy e’er will fret, But try who'll mend the faster. With my fal de ral, SONG. • Oh ! turn those dear, dear eyes away. My cheek with love is blushing And though a smile may oer it play. My eyes with tears are gushing. Oh ! look not in my eyes, lore. They tell a tale too true ; See not my blushes rise, love, Not listen to my sighs, love. For blushes, sighs, and eyes, love, All speak, all speak for you. 248 THE NIGHTINGALE. r') WHEN I’VE MONEY. When Tve mo - ney I am mer - ry, When IVe none Tm ve-ry sad, When Vm so-ber When Tve rao - ney I am mer - ry, When I’ve i none Pm ve-ry sad, When Tm so-ber I am ci-vil, (S\ When Tm drunk I’m roar-ing mid, With my ri tol tee - die turn, like - wise fol lol fee - die fum, not for - get - ting did - der - um di, and al - so tee - die twee - die dum. THE NIGHTINGALE. 249 When disputing a puppy, I convince him with a rap; And when romping with a girl, By accident I — tear a cap. With my fal, lal, &c. Gadzooks, HI never marry, I’m a lad that’s bold and free. Yet I love a pretty girl, - A pretty girl is fond of me. With my fal, lal, &c. There’s a maiden in a corner, Round and sound, and plump and fat ; She and I drink tea together, But ro matter, sir, for that. With my fal, lal, &c. If this maiden^be with bairn. As I do suppose she be, Like good pappy I must learn To dandle Jacky on my knee. With my fal, lal, &c. # ‘250 THE NIGHTINGALE. YE CHEERFUL VIRGINS. Ye cheer-ful vir gins, have ye seen My fair l\Jyr-iil-la pass the green, To rose or jess’-mine bowV, To rose or jess’ - mine bow’r ? Where does she seek the wood - bine shade, For sure ye know the bloom-ing maid, Sweet as the May* born flow’r, Sweet, sweet as the May-born flow’r. Her cheeks are like the maiden rose, Join’d with the lily as it blows. Where each in sweetness vie ; Like dew-drops glistening in the morn, .When Phcebus gilds the flow’ring thorn, Health sparkles in her eys. THE NIGHTINGALE, 251 Her song is like the linnefs lay, That warbles cheerful on the spray, To hail the vernal beam, Her heart is blither than her song, Her passions gently move along. Like the smooth glidmg stream. SWEET ISABELLE. How oft’ has fancy, proudly vain. To picture Isabelle strove. Her charms requir’d the impressive strain Of youthful poets when they love ; Her lips outvied the rose s hue, Carnations wanton’d on her cheek, Her veins transparent violet blue. And lily white her ivory neck. Sweet Isabelle. Her eyes could love inspiring roll, Like early snow-drops were her teeth. Her voice spoke music to the soul. And bees sipp’d honey from her breath : Her silken tresses down would flow, An angel’s form in her combin’d. And spotless as the driven snow. That form enclos’d an angel’s mind. Sweet Isabelle. . 252 TUB NIGHTINGALE. THURSDAY IN THE MORN. m Thurs-day in the morn, the nineteenth of May, Re- cord-ed for e-ver the fa-mous nine-ty two, Brave Rus - sel did dis - cern, by break of day, The lof-ty sails of France ad-van-cing too. All hands a-loft they cry, let En-glish cou-rage shine. Let PH fly a cul-ve-rin, the sig-nal of the line; Let ev’-ry man sup-ply his gun ; Fol-low me, you shall see That the bat-tie it will soon be won, Fol-low me, you shall see that the bat- tie it will soon be won. THE NIGHTINGALE. 263 Tourville on the main triumphant roll’d, He^edTis^ ‘=®"*bat o’er the deep, He led his noble troops of heroes bold To sink the English admiral and his’ fleet. The bloody fight’s begun, the sea is all on fire; And mighty fate stood looking on ; Whilst the flood, all with blood,’ Fill the scuppers of the rising sun. Sulphur, ™oke, ,„d 8ru. ilh rhundj ,„d „„„d„, aftight ,h, Gallic ahoru Their regulated bands stood trembling near To see their lofty streamers now no more’ At six o’clock the red, the smiling victors led, o give the second blow, the total overthrow. Now death and horror equal reigns; Now they cry, run or die, British colours ride the vanquish’d main. See they fly amaz’d o’er rocks and sands. One danger they grasp, to shun a greater fate ; In vain they cried for aid, to weeping lands. The nymphs and sea gods mourn their lost estate For evermore adieu, thou ever dazzling sun From thy untimely end, thy master’s fate begun Enough, thou mighty god of war. Now we sing, bless the king, ’ Let US drink to ev’ry English tlr. 254 THE NIOHTINGAIiE. MY HEART’S MY OWN. t ~ m [£■ 3 m p— ■ so SI] wed with me, Till first he’s made my choice. Let rents rule, cry na - ture’s law, And ’ chil - dren still 0 - bey. And is there then no sa-ving clause, A - gainst ty-ran-mc sway. THE NIGHTINGALE. 255 GENTLE YOUTH. i Gen - tie youth, ah! tell me why m must not hear, Speak not what I m m must not hear. To my heart it's i T ease res-tore, Go, and ne - ver see me more, m Go, and ne - rer see me more. 25(1 THK NIGHTINGALE. THE SOLDIER KNOWS. The sol - dier kno\¥S that ev*-ry ball A cer- tain bil - let bears, And whe^ther doom’d to m I rise or fall Dis - ho - nour’s all he f^ars. To serve his coun-trv is his plan, Un-aw’d or un-dis- I may’d, He fights her bat-ties like a man, And by her thanks he’s paid, He fights her bat- m ties like a man, And by her thanks he’s paid. To foreign climes he cheerly goes, By duty only driven, And if he fall, his country knows. For whom the blow was given. THE NIGHTINGALE. 257 Recorded on the front of day, The warrior’s deeds appear; For him the poet breathes his lay, The virgin sheds her tear. SONG. Ask if yon damask rose is sweet, That scents the ambient air ; Then ask each shepherd that you meet, If y^ear Susanna’s fair. Say, will the vulture quit his prey, And warble through the grove? Bid wanton linnets quit the spray. Then doubt thy shepherd’s love. The spoils of war let heroes share, I.et pride in splendour shine ; Ye bards, unenvied laurels wear, Be fair Susanna mine. 258 ' THE NIGHTINGALE. CLORA, BEHOLD THAT LOVELY ROSE. Clo - ra, be - hold that love - ly rose, Which iVa-grant scents yon ver-dant glade, Ah ! *ere to- mor-row’s sun shall close, It’s sweets and fra-grance all shall fade, It's sweets and fra - grance So, like the rose’s pride de - cay, And ^ - - gigp— — leave no flat-t’ring trace be-hind, So, like the rose’s li pride dc cay, And leave no flat-fring trace be-liind. .THE NIGHTINGALE. 259 Then Clora, e’er the bloom of youth, Spite of warm blushes, speak the truth, And give to love what love can seek. Give not to time’s uncertain date, The bliss you now should fondly own ; But think my Clora e’er too late. How few attract when beauty’s gone. SONG. Stranger, think me not too bold, Judge with candour of my youth ; Ere this curtain I unfold. Listen to a simple truth. The heart alone is worth a thought ; Features boast no real worth ; Beauty may be sold or bought ; True merit in the mind has birth. Yes, think not, stranger, I would say. Mine are features form’d to please ; I haste to chase the thought away. By simply showing such as these. Steals by and decks another cheek ; 260 THE NIGHTINGALE. ALLY CROAKER. m There liv'd a man in Ba - le - no - cra-zy, Who want - ed a wife to make him un- m ea • sy ; Long had he sigh'd for dear Al-ly Croa - ker, And thus the gen - tie youth he be- spoke her; Will you mar-ry me, dear Al-ly Croa ker, Will you mar-ry me, dear Al ly, Al-ly Croa-ker. This artless young man, just come from the schoolary, A novice in love, and all its foolery ; Too dull for a wit, too grave for a joker ; And thus the gentle youth bespoke her. Will you marry, &c. THE NIGHTINGALE. 261 He drank with the father, he talk’d with the mother, He romp’d with the sister, he gam’d with the brother; He gam’d till he pawn’d his coat to the broker, Which lost him the heart of his dear Ally Croaker. Oh ! the fickle Ally, &c. To all you young men who are fond of gaming. Who are spending your money, whilst others are saving; Fortune’s a jest, the devil may choke her, A jilt more inconstant, than dear Ally Croaker. Oh ! the inconstant Ally, SONG. The simple youth who trusts the fair. Or on their plighted truth relies, Might learn how vain such follies were, By looking in his lady’s eyes. And catch a hint if timely wise. From those dumb children cradled there! “ Poor fool ! thy wayward feats forbear,” (Those mute advisers seem to say) ** And hence with sighs, and tears, and care,” For thou but fling’st thy heart away. To make a toy for baby’s play. 2(52 the NiGHTINGALE. THE DYING SOLDIER. Fare -well thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun • Fare - well loves and friend - ships, ye m dear ten-der ties, Our race of ex- is-tence is run ! Thou grim king of ter - rors, thou life’s glwtpy foe. Go fright-en the cow-ard and riXve ; Go, teach them to trem-ble, fell ty-rant ! but know, No ter -rors hast thou for the brave. THE NIGHTINGALE. 263 Thou strik'st the dull peasant — he sinks in the dark, Nor saves e’en the wreck of a name ; Thou strik’st the young hero — a glorious mark ! He falls in the blaze of his fame ! In the field of proud honour, our swords in our hands, Our King and our Country to save — While victory shines on life’s last ebbing sands, Oh ! who would not rest with the brave ! SONG. Indeed, forsooth, a pretty youth To play the amorous fool ; At such an age, methinks, your rage Might be a little cool. Fie, let me go, Sir, Kiss me ! — No, no. Sir ; You pull me, and shake me. For what do you take me. This figure to make me ? rd have you to know. I’m not for your game, Sir ; Nor will I be tame. Sir, Lord ! have you no shame. Sir, To tumble one so ? 264 THE NIGHTINUALH. LUBIN WAS A SHEPHERD BOY. Young Li: — i — r- U- ^ i-biii was a shep-herd - boy. Fair p — Ro sa-lie a ru L f 1 s-tic mai 1= d. They look’d, they lov’d, - T 9 — tzz : each 0 - ther‘s joy, To - ge - iher < -ir"- p::-- — L)’er the hills they — F — stray’d, Their pa - rents saw and blest their ^ fL g-g. -1— 1- love, Nor would their E£Ea hap-pi-n 1^-^: EE-r:^ t*ss de-lay. To- mor- row’s dawn the ir bliss s hall prove, To - — il ^ mor - row be their wed - ding - day. When, as at eve, beside the brook. Where stray’d their lambs, they sat and smil d. One luckless lamb the current took, ’Twas Rosalie’s— she started wild ! THE NIGHTINGALE. 265 Run, Lubin, run, my fav’rite save, Too fatally the youth obey’d ; He ran, he plung’d into the wave, To give the little wand’rer aid. But scarce he guides him to the shore, When faint and sunk poor Lubin diet : Ah, Rosalie ! for evermore, In his cold grave thy lover lies. On that lone bank, oh ! still be seen, Faithful to giief, thou hapless maid ; And with sad wreaths of cypress green. For ever soothe thy Lubin’s shade. SONG. Love in thine eyes for ever plays, He in thy snowy bosom strays ; He makes thy rosy lips his care, And walks the mazes of thy hair ; Love dwells in every outward part ; But, ah ! he never touch’d thy heart ; How different is my fate from thine ; No outward marks of love are mine. My brow is clouded by despair ; And grief, love’s bitter foe, is there ; But deep within my glowing soul. He rules and reigns without controul. A a 2G6 THE N IGHTINGALE. CUPID, GOD OF SOFT PERSUASION. Cu-pid, god of soft per-sua- Sion, Take the help-less lo-ver’s part, Seize, oh, seize so me kind oc - ca-sion, To re-ward a failh-ful heart. Seize, o^ ,omo kind no-c-.ion. To tc «.ol a faith-tnl t" -H"3 — ? — ^ ff-i w ■ «! . 1 1 _ rci nt 1 s nf ni( — i - — 4 ore cm - ( kind. Those who would en^s^^ the mfnd, Ty - rants of more cru - e l kind. Those who would en • slave the mind. THE NIGHTINGALE. 267 DOUBT, THOU, THE STARS ARE FIRE. . Doubt, thou, that the stars are fire, Doubt, thou, that the sun doth move. Doubt, TT— 'A » S W. ■ 1 — f a i T ■ -p r-4 L * 1 “”T J r 1 1 thou, truth to be a li - ar. But ne - ver 1 ■ Doubt, no, ne - ver doubt, ne - ver, no, ne - ver doubt I love, I love, I love. When the stars shall freeze to ice. When the sun’s a ball of snow, And when virtue turns to vice, Then my love shall cease to glow. 2G8 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE NAVY OF ENGLAND. The na - vy of En - gland tri - umphs o’er the main , And sets at de-fi-ance France, Hol-land, and Spain ; Who to-ge-ther corn-bine to des troy our trade. What have we to dread while their m ::f==5 ports we block -ade? Then join hand in Our hand, we will slea - dy re - mam, I -rage shall shew to an in -so -lent foe, As cou- have con-quer’dbe-fore so we’ll con-quera-gam. THE NIGHTINGALE. 2G9 Our country victorious its rights shall defend, Nor shall Gallic usurpers unpunish'd pretend, New laws to dictate to a nation that*s free, While Cornwallis and Nelson are lords of the sea. Then join hand in hand, we will steady remain. Nelson so brave, Our island shall save. As he has conquer’d before, so he’ll conquer again. By union our country looks to us for aid, By union we’ll conquer should Frenchmen invade. And invasion they threaten by numbers so great, That army on army will hazard their fate. Then join hand in hand, their threats we disdain, The chances they own, Are a hundred to one. That ever their country they'll visit again. As Britons we’ll fight in support of a cause. Consistent with freedom, religion, and laws; Distinction of party we’ll nobly disclaim. The press to support and its rights to maintain. Then join hand in hand, our wrongs we’ll redress. We always are ready, Steady lads, steady. To fight for the freedom and rights of the press. 270 THE NIGHTINGALE. Should the French make a landing, be this then our boast, That Britons in danger were firm at their post. That Albion in courage was equal alone, The rights to protect of the people and throne. Then huzza for the heroes who fought at the Nile, May the blessings of peace, Our commerce increase. And may Frenchmen ne’er land on our snug little Isle. SONG. I lock'd up all my treasure,, I hasten’d many a mile ; And by my grief did measure. The passing time the while. My business done and over, I hasten’d back amain ; Like an expecting lover, To view it once again. But this delight was stifled. As it began lo dawn ; I found the casket rifled. All my treasure gone. THE NIGHTINGALE. 27 » AH ! WELL-A-DAY, MY POOR HEART. To the winds, to the waves, to the woods I com- plain. Ah! well - a - day, my poor heart; They hear not my sighs, and they heed not my pain. Ah ! well - a - day, my poor — J fs> tz] fa b- heart ! Ah ! well - a - day, my poor heart ! The name of my goddess I carve on each tree. Ah ! well-a-day, my poor heart ! 'Tis I wound the bark, but love’s arrow wounds me, Ah ! well-day, my poor heart ! The heavens I view, and the azure bright skies, Ah ! well-a-day, my poor heart ! My heav n exists in her still brighter eyes. Ah I well-a-day, my poor heart! 272 THK NIGHTINGALE. To the sun’s morning splendor, the poor Indian bows,’ Ah! well-a-flay, my poor heart! But I dare not worship where I pay my vows Ah ! well-a-day. my poor heart*! His god each morn rises, and he can adore, Ah ! well-a-day, my poor heart! But my goddess to me must soon never rise more, Ah I well-a-day, my poor heart ! SONG. Belinda, see from yonder flowers. The bee flies loaded to its cell ; Can you perceive what it devours } Are they impaired in show or smell ? SoV though I robb’d you of a kiss. Sweeter than their ambrosial dew : Why^are you angry at my bliss, Has it at all impoverish’d you ? ’Tis by this cunning I contrive^ In spite of your" unkind reserve, To keep my famish’d love alive. Which you inhumanly would starve. THE NIGHTINGALE. 273 TO THEE, OH ! GENTLE SLEEP. To thee, oh, gen - tie sleep, a - thee our sor - row's cease. The nymph, whose hand by fraud or force Some tyrant has possess’d, By thee obtaining a divorce la her own choice is blest. Oh ! stay, Arpasia bids thee stay, The sadly weeping fair Conjures thee not to lose in day^ The object of her care. 274 the nightingale. To grasp whose pleasing form she sought, That motion chas’d her sleep ; Thus, by ourselves are oft’nest wrought. The griefs for which we weep. SONG. Why, cruel creature, why so bent. To vex a tender heart ? To gold and title you relent, Love throws in vain his dart. Let glitt’ring fops in courts be great. For pay let armies move : Beauty should have no other bait. But gentle vows and love. If on those endless charms you lay The value that’s their due ; Kings are themselves too poor to pay, A thousand worlds too few. But if a passion without vice. Without disguise or art. Ah, Celia ! if true love’s your price. Behold it in my heart. THE NIGHTINGALE. 275 THE DUSKY NIGHT. The du3-ky iiij^ht rides down the sky, And u-shers in the morn, I’he hounds all make a Spigngi jo vi-al cry, The hounds all make a jo-vj-al cry, The m hunts-man winds his horn. The hunts*man winds his horn, Then a-hunt-ing let us go. Then a hunt - ing let us go. Then a - hunt - ing let us go, Then a - hunt - ing let us go. The wife around her husband throws Her arms to make him stay, ‘ My dear, it hails — it rains — it blows; You cannot hunt to-day.' But a-hunting we will go, &c. 276 the nightingale. Th’ uncavern'd fox like lightening flies, His cunning’s all awake, To gain the race he eager tries, His forfeit life the stake. When a hunting we do go, &c. Arous’d, e’en Echo huntress turns. And madly shouts her joy; The sportsman’s breast enraptur’d bums, The chace can never cloy. Then a hunting we will go, &c. Despairing, mark ! he seeks the tide. His heart must now prevad ; Hark ! shouts the miscreants, death betide, His speed, his cunning fail, When a hunting we do go, &c. For lo his strength to faintness worn. The hounds arrest his flight. Then hungry homewards we return. To feast away the night. Then a drinking we will go, TUB NIGHTINGALE. 277 THE WAY TO KEEP HIM. Ye fair, pos - sess’d of ev’ - ry — =»* ' charm, To cap - 1 — -jj ■ i - vate the will, Whose smiles ►-T M- i can rage it - ~ ^ P self dis - arm, Whoi se frowns at — -1 ■ once can g— j*T kill ; Say, ^ 2=z==3--. *• — svill you deign th( j^_| — i verse to hear, ' Where fla — -1 t-tVy 1 3ears no part , An ho-i aest verse that flows sin-cere, Andcan-did from the heart. Great is your pow'r, but greater yet Mankind it might engage, If, as ye all can make a net; Ye all could make a cage ; B b 278 THB NIGHTINGALE. Each nymph a thousand hearts may take, For who’s to beauty blind ; But to what end a prisoner make. Unless we’ve strength to bind. Attend the counsel often told, Too often told in vain ; Learn that best art, the art to hold. And lock the lover’s chain. Gamesters to little purpose win. Who lose again as fast, Though beauty may the charm begin, ’Tis sweetness makes it last. THE BLUSHING ROSE. Come, blushing rose, recline thy head. And on my sorrowing bosom die ; Thy precious odours shall, when dead. From thence be wafted by a sigh. Thus friendship shall thy healing pow’r. Divest my bosom of its woe. And like this balmy, fragrant flow’r, A grateful essence shall bestow. THE NIGHTINGALE. •279 THE WANTON GOD. a'U-. ^ U Ihe wan -ton God who pierc^ hearts. Dips in gall his point-ed darts, But the nymph dis- dains to pine, Who bathes the wound with m ro - sy wine, ro - sy wine, ro - gy wine, who ba^es the wound with ro - sy wine. Fare-well, fare -well lo-rers, when they’re cloy’d. If I am scorn’d be-cause en-joy’d. Sure the squea-m^ fops are free. To rid me of dull com-pa-ny. Sure they' free. Sure they’re free. To rid me of dull cora-pa-ny. B b 2 280 THE NIGHTINGALE. They have their charms, while mine can please, I love them much, but more my ease ; Jealous fears me ne’er molest. Nor faithless vows shall break my rest. Why, why, why should they e’er give me pain, Who to give me joy disdain, All I ask of mortal man, Is but to love me while he can. O CHEVY HO ! Unkennel, uncouple the hounds. And wind the echoing horn ; Hark, hark, the huntsman sounds Tantivy, to welcome the morn ! To horse, to horse ! and away we fly, Chevy ho ! and hark forward, for Reynard must die. Unkennel’d, to cover he flies. But all his cunning’s in vain : Yoicks, yoicks ! the huntsman cries. Tantivy, upon him we gain. To earth, to earth, he would vainly try, Chevy ho, and hark forward, for Reynard must die. THE NIGHTINGALE. 281 bright pikebus. Bright Phoe . bus has mount - ed the cha - ri - ot of day, And the horns and the h^inds call each sports - man a - way, And the horns and the hounds call each sports - man a - way ; Thro’ woods and thro’ niea - dows with ^peed now they bound. While health. TO - S’ L" found ; Thro’ woods and thro’ mea-dows with speed now they bound. While health, ro - sy health is in ex - er - cise found. 2B2 TUB NlGHTlNGAJ^e. Hark, a - way ! hark, a - way I hark a - way is the word, to the sound of the horn - - - and E-cho, and E - cho, and E - cho, blithe ir E • cho makes jo - vi • al the morn. Each hill and each valley is lovely to view, While puss flies the covert, and dogs quick pursue ; Behold where she flies, o’er the wide-spreading plain, While the loud op’ning pack pursue her,amam. Hark away, &c. At length puss is caught, and lies panting for breath. And the shout of the huntsman’s the signal of death ; joys can delight like the sports of tlie field. To hunting all pastimes and pleasures must yield Hark away, &c. THE NIGHTINGALE. 283 THE PORTRAIT. Come, pain-ter, with thy hap-piest flight, Por- — :id?2:D:rrji£gz=:^r=^r tray me ev’ - ry grace, In that blest re - gi . on itP— ^ of de-light, My charm-ing Syl*via's face. My — 5i:: “ ■ ' P ■ ^ ' r cliarm-ing Syl-via's face ; And hear me, pain-ter, to en - hance The va - lue of thine art. Steal from her eyes that ve - ry glance, Steal from her eyes that ve - ry glance That stole a - way my heart, Steal from her eyes that ve - ry i glance That stole a - way my heart. 284 THE NIGHTINGALE. Her forehead paint — in sway and rule, Where sits, with pleasure graced, A form like Venus beautiful. And like Diana chaste. Then paint her cheeks — come paint and gaze. Guard well thy heart the while. And then her mouth, where Cupid plays In an eternal smile. Next draw — presumptuous painter, hold, Ah ! think’st to thee Twas given To paint her bosom ? — would'st so bold Presume to copy heaven ? Nay, leave the task, for ’tis above, Far, far above thy art ; Her portrait’s drawn — the painter. Love, The tablet, my fond heart. SONG. What raptures ring around. The woods and vales resound ; All cheerful is the morn. O'er distant plains, The jolly swains. Attend the huntsman’s horn. Follow, follow the chace, while the game is in view. With horns and with dogs let us boldly pursue. THE NIGHTINGALE. 285 WHAT SHALL WE HAVE FOR DINNER ? What shall we have for din-ner, Mis-tress Bond 1 There’s beef in the lar-der, and ducks in the pond. Dill 9 Bill’d, come here, and be kill’d. Dill Bill’d, Come here, and be kill’d. Send us the beef first, good Mrs. Bond, And get us some ducks drest out of the pond, Dill, dill, &c. John Ostler go, and kill a duck or two. Ma'am, says John Ostler, I’ll try what I can do. Dill, dill, &c. Tve been to the ducks that are in the pond. But they will not come to be kill’d Mrs. Bond, Dill, dill, &c. 286 THB NIGHTINGALE. Mrs. Bond then flies to the pond in a rage, With plenty of onions, and plenty of sage. Dill, dill, &c. She cried little wagtails, come here and be kill’d, For you must be stufTd, and my customers fill’d. Dill, dill, &c. SONG. Mira believe, a wand’ring heart Resides not in my breast ; From thee I never wish to part. So soothe thy soul to rest. Sooner the orb that lights the day Its course must cease to move ; Blossoms forget to bloom in May, Than I forget to love. And should your heart e’er seek to know. What would my passion hold ; To others always be as snow. To all but me as cold. 287 THE NIGHTINGALE. MY PHILLIDA, ADIEU ! My Phil - li - da a - dieu, love, For e - ver - more fare well ; Ah, me ! I’ve lost my true love. And thus I sing her knell. Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, My Phil-li-da is dead! I’ll stick a branch of rT7w - ■ ■ wil-low. At my fair Phil-lis’ head. Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong. For my fair Phillida A bridal bed was made, But ’stead of silks so gay, She in her shroud is laid. Ding dong, &c. 288 THE NIGHTINGALE. Her corpse shall be attended, By maids in fair array, Till the obsequies are ended, And she is wrapt in clay. Ding dong, &c. ril deck her tomb with flowers, The rarest ever seen. And with my tears as showers, ril keep them fresh and green, Ding dong, &c. Instead of fairest colours, Set forth with curious art. Her image it is painted. On my distressed heart Ding dong, &c. In sable will I mourn. Black shall be all my weed ; Ah ! me, I am forlorn, Since Phillida is dead. Ding dong, &c. THE NIGHTINGALE. ’ 289 THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER. There was a jol - ly mil - ler once liv’d on the ri - ver Dee, He work’d and sung from e - ver us’d to be, I care for no - bo • dy, 290 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE ECHOING HORN. ^^=^S=z\ The e - cho - ir icr horn calls ll he sports m-j — -man a- broad ; To horse, my brave boys, i fczy* and a-wa i!S=e =zic± y; The m m tF orn-ing is i t - ID, and the cry of the hour F-=S^3=Sfe — -bi ids Up- W br£ lids our too t( B-di-0 m ■"*“ US de*lay. Whatplea-s ;ures we =::fc feel in pur-su-ing the fox, 0'( 2r h ill and o -.I — yZT| I’er val- ley he flie IS ; T tH— k* hen fol - low, ^ .zfZM.±..p ive’ll soon o-v er- ^ 2 ZZ 5=^ :rfc:zfcz:r: :rt take him,huz-za! The trai-tor is seiz'd on and dies. Triumphant returning at night with the spoil, Like Bacchanals shouting and gay ; How sweet with a bottle and lass to refresh. And lose the fatigues of the day ; THE NIGHTINGALE. ‘291 With sport, love, and wine, fickle fortune defy. Dull wisdom all happiness sours ; Since life is no more than a passage at best, Let’s strew the way over with flowers. SONG. I early found my tender heart, Too apt to take a lover’s part. And sometimes lost, or nearly; I straight resolv’d to be a wife. And whomsoe’er I chose for life, I vow’d to love him dearly. Around me then came many a lad, Some for the little wealth I had, And some for fancy merely ; I still was deaf to all they said, For I resolv’d no man to wed. Till 1 should love him dearly. But soon my will to one inclin’d. For my true sailor told his mind, In honest plainness clearly ; Ah ! never let my sailor doubt, Though far he roam the world about. His girl will love him dearly, c c 2 292 THE NIGHTINGALE. IN LOVE SHOULD THERE MEET. P-^ A In love should there meet a fond pair Un-tu-tor'd by fash-i-on or art, Whose wishes are warm, are warm and sin - cere, Whose m words are th’ ex-cess of the heart - - - Whose words are th' ex - cess of the heart. If aught of sub-stan-tial de-light On this side the f?) stars can be found, *Tis sure when that cou-ple u- i nite, And Cu - pid by Hy - men is crown’d THK NIGHTINGALE. 293 WHILST HAPPY IN MY NATIVE LAND. Whilst hap - py in my na - tive land, I boast my coun-try’s char-ter, Ml ne-ver base ly lend niy hand Her li - her - lies to bar - ler. The no - ble mind is not at all By po-ver-ty de- gra-ded, ’lis guilt a-lone can make us fall And well I am per-sua-ded, Each free-born Bri-ton s wng should be Or give me d^ath or li-ber-ty, Or give me death or li-ber-ty, Or give me death 294 THE MIGHTINGALE. Though small the power which fortune grants, And few the gifts she sends us ; The lordly hireling often wants. That freedom which defend us. By law secur’d from lawless strife, Our house is our castellum ; Thus bless’d with all that’s dear in life. For lucre shall we sell ’em ? No ! Every Briton’s song shall be, Or give me death or liberty. SONG. Proud woman, I scorn you, brisk wine’s my delight, ril drink all the day, and I’ll revel all night ; As great as a monarch the moments I’ll pass, The bottle my globe and the sceptre my glass. The table’s my throne, and tavern my court, The drawer’s my subject, and drinking’s my sport. Here’s the queen of all joy, Here’s a mistress ne’er coy. Dear cure of all sorrows, and life of all bliss, 1 m a king when I hug you, much more when I kiss. THE NIGHTINGALE. 295 COLIN STOLE MY HEART AWAY. ► Tlie i Q 1 J ■ II - — ielc Is were green, th =_n_:rd^_5_J le 1 f“*r lills ' were gay, And b irds were sing-ing oi 1 e ach 1 spray, ^=3 Young C to-lin m( J— 2. it me in a grove , And to Id me — ten-der ta les of lov e. Was e’er a swain s }o blythe as he, So kind, s 0 faithful, and so free, ] [n s pite of all my ^jyr 1 j friends could say Young Co-lin stole my heart a-way. And when he trips the meadows along, He sweetly joins the wood-lark’s song ; And when he dances on the green, There’s none so blythe as Colin seen ; For when he’s by I nothing fear, For I alone am all his care. In spite, &c. 296 THE NIGHTINGALE. My mother chides me that I roam, And seems surpriz’d I quit my home ; She would not wonder why I rove, Did she but know how much I love : Full well 1 know the generous swain, He ne’er will give my bosom pain. In spite, &c. SONG. Adieu, sweet Rose of Claremont’s bower, For thee we weep, for thee we sigh ; ’Tis sad to think so sweet a flower, Should only bloom to fade and die. Peace to thy ashes gentle fair. Thy virtues will for ever shine. Thy name to us will e’er be dear. For all thy actions were divine. Sweet blossom ! evermore adieu ! A seraph bright calls thee away, Thou’lt bloom again with brighter hue. In realms of bliss and endless day. THE NIGHTINGALE. 297 MY FAIR A WREATH HAS WOVE. ri-val flow rs in u-ni-on meet. As oft sh le kiss’d this se===t===t=t==t= gift of love, Her breatl g— ■ ~^-rrr -i: ■ t - — 1 gave sweet-i P= less ti 0 the “•TCT sweet. As of t=j ^ t she kiss fd this gift of love Her • m — E= r - SB breath gave bp-* — ■ I — -V2)— i sweet - ness to the sweet. Her breath gave sweet - ness to the sweet. A bee within a damask rose, Had crept the nectar’d dew to sip, But lesser sweets the thief foregoes. And fixes on Louisa s lip. For me, my fair a wreath has wove, Where 298 THE NIGHTINGALE. There tasting all the bloom of spring, Wak’d by the rip’ning breath of May ; Th’ ungrateful spoiler left his sting, And with the honey fled away. PTIEASANT SHOOTING. The spaniels uncoupl’d, dash over the mead, And in transport high frolicsome bound, Till check’d in their speed, by the well-known ‘ take heed,’ Obedient they quarter the ground. O’er the trees, yellow autumn her mantle now flings, And they eagerly enter the cover ; Up a cock pheasant springs, and th’ echoing wood rings, * With ‘ dead, dead, my boys, come in here, Rover!’ The sportsman pursues, over hill, over heath. Each dingle, each thicket, keen tries ; Till quite out of breath, and seated with death. He’s in turn kill’d by Chloe’s bright eyes. THE NIGHTINGALE. 299 CRAZY KATE. pi A - las ! poor Kate, sad era - zy maid, thy i ^El=E~'iPg l woe, E-ven from in-dif-fer-ence might force a sigh, Bid list - less ap - a - thy its ease fore - go, And pi-ty's tear, and pi-ty's tear, be-deck the fro zen eye ; Af-flic-tion’s fa-mi-ly, at thy hard fate, Af - flic - tion’s fa - mi - ly, at thy hard I fate. For - get their woes. For - get their woes and weep for cra-zy Kate, For-get their 300 THE NIGHTINGALE. Those tatter’d garments, sport of ev’ry wind, That ill conceal a form divinely fair, Are emblems sad of thy distracted mind, And tell the maddening grief that labours there. Propitious heaven, arrest the hand of fate, Dissolve the charm, and ease poor Crazy Kate. When night, pale mourner, clouds the sable skies, And silence, universal silence reigns. Beneath yon oak the hapless maiden lies. And to the friendly list’ning grove complains; E’en pitying angels, as they view her fate. Must drop a tear, and sigh, poor Crazy Kate. SONG. How great is the pleasure, how sweet the delight. When soft love and music together unite. How great is the pleasure, how sweet’s the delight. When love, soft love, and music unite. Sweet, sweet, how sweet the delight. When harmony, soft harmony and love do unite. THE NIGHTINGALE. 301 LOVE’S SOLICITUDE. When clouds that an -gel face de-form, Anx • i - ous I view the grow - ing storm ; When ! an - gry light - nings arm thine eye, And :E=*(t speak the threat - end tern - pest nigh. And speak the threat - en’d tern - pest nigh, And speak the threat - en’d tern - pest nigh, I ^t,j curse the sex, and bid a - dieu To fe-male friend-ship mm M HI love, and you; I curse the sex, and bid a- D d 302 THE N^G^^^^^GALB. dieu to fe - nij^Ie friend - ship, 1 ove, and you. love and you, to fe - maje fL i p frier t—L , ■■Ui id - ship. love and ypu^ to fe-male friend-ship, love and you. But when soft passions rule your breast, And each kind look some love has dress’d ; When cloudless smiles around you play. And give the world a holiday, I bless the hour when first 1 knew Dear female friendship, love and you. SONG. Time drives the flocks from field to fold. When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold. And Philomel becometh dumb.; The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and. wanton fields To wayward winter reck^'ning yields ; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall. THE >H(iMTJNi(}ALE* 303 THE FAIRY TRAIN. B^-^hold thfe fai-ry’s jo-cund band, Who I firm, though low in sta - ture, 'Gainst gi-ant vice shall make a stand, Por-tray-ing hu-man Chorus. na ture. Then, hey for the fai*Jry’s jo-eund band,Who firm, though low in sta-ture, 'Gainst gi-ant vice shall make a stand, Por - tray - ing hu - man na - ture. We have a priest who never swears, But who is always ready With money, or advice, or prayers. To help the poor and needy. Then hey, &c. 304 THE NIGHTINGALE. A m^n Sind wife who now on crutch Are both obliged to hobble ; Yet fifty years, or near as much, Have never had a squabble. Then hey, &c. A woman who the times has crost. Who once had made a pother. Those charms which she herself has lost. Can pleas’d see in another. Then hey, &c. A learned physician of great skill, All cures like Galen pat in. Who never does his patients kill. Takes fees nor jabbers latin. Then hey, &c. A magistrate upright and wise. To whom no bribe is given ; And who before two charming eyes. Can hold the balance even ? Then hey, &c. A country squire, who hates the smell Of stingo or October; A modern poet who can spell. And a musician sober. Then hey, &c; THE NIGHTINGALE. 305 Away then, comrades, beat to arms, Display your sportive banners, Strike hard at vice, expose false charms, And catch the living manners. Then hey, &c. SONG. To every fav’rite village sport. With joy thy steps I’ll guide ; Thy wishes always will I court. Nor e’er stir from thy side : But when the sprightly fife and drum. With all their dread alarms. Echo far, The cry of war. When chiefs are heard to cry — we come. And honour calls — to arms X Thy pain and pleasure will I share. For better and for worse ; And if we have a prattling care, ril be its tender nurse. But when, &c. / 306 THE MGHTINGALE. FAL LAL LA. m A shep - herd lov’d a nymph so fair, -f— Fal lal la lal lal lal lal t i\ lal. And thus his pas-sion did de-clare, Fal lal lal lal [.1 lal lal lal lal la. 1 ^ — 1 For thee, d ^ U— — lear maid. 1 long in vain Have sigh'd nor ven - tur’d fS) m m to com plain, Oh, now consent to ease my pain. Fal lal la, lal lal lal lal lal la. For thee Til cull each early sweet, Fal lal la, &c. To lay their treasures at thy feet, Fal lal la, &c. THE NIGHTINGALE. 307 HOW ONE MAY BE MISTAKEN. ^ — -KT-"— ! -p-r r r-T 05 -O- 21 - ” 1* ^ ±L g-lJ L — :l ' h— + I row I thought you at first sight, A » zi _ . XT _ _ -n r K — P ^ t — mop - pet, a ?F=^=^t- ba-boon, a fright, or some hob - „=z=:rrF. gob - lin of the night That guil-ty crea - t — » — 3=J ures wa - ken; With nose and chin like ram’s - horns curl’d, And brows infur-row’d wrin kles furl’d; Well m m i ’tis a - maz - ing in this world, How one may be mis - ta - ken I Well, ’tis a - maz - ing in this world, How one may be mis - ta - ken ! / 308 THE NIGHTINGALE. For now I see with half an eye, You are not old, nor made awry, Nor do your shambling trotters ply. As if by palsy shaken. You’re young as Ganemede, and fair. Narcissus had not such an air ; Well, ’tis amazing, I declare. How one may be mistaken. SONG. Go breeze that sweeps the orange grove, And breathe a sigh to him I love. But whose pray do not tell ; Go limpid river let him know. Tears with your silver waters flow, But not from whom they felK Go bird that makes the grove so gay. Still let him hear the tender lay. But say not it was mine, Sleep whisper softly in his ear. The heart that hides his image here. But do not say ’tis mine. THE NIGHTINGALE. 309 YOUNG LAIRD AND EDINBURGH KATY. 3 Now, -p — -p- — what ] ^ « ^ ^e wha I met yes - treen, s — r 5^ — ^ ^ g:: Com-ing down t lie street, my jo? My mis-tress in her m±^*===^===^i-^-^=:^=^ tar - tan screen ; Fu' bon - nie, braw, and sweet, my jo ; My dear, quoth I, than t-rp— ks to th e =S=1(STV E= night. That never wish'd a lover ill. Since ye’re out of 5— t — _r !L your mo-ther’s sight, Let^s tak a wauk up to the hill. O Katy, wilt thou gang wi* me, And leave the dinsome town awhile, The blossoms sprouting frae the tree. And a’ the summer's gawn to smile ; The mavis, nightingale, and lark. The bleating lambs and whistling hind. In ilka dale, green shaw, and park. Will nourish health, and glad yer mind. 310 THE NIGHTINGALE. Soon as the clear good man of day, Bends his morning draught of dew, W’ell gae to some burn side, and play. And gather flow’rs to busk ye’r brow ; We’ll pow the daisies on the green. The lucken gowans frae the bog ; Between hands now, and then we’ll lear. And sport upo’ the velvet fog. There’s up into a pleasant glen, A wee piece frae my father’s tow’r, A canny, saft, and flow’ry den. Where circling birks have form’d a bow’r ; Whene’er the sun grows high and warm. We’ll to that cauler shade remove ; There will I lock thee in my arms, And love, and kiss, and kiss, and love. DUET. Quoth Jack on a time to Tom, I’ll declare it. I’ve a mind we should fuddle our noses with claret ; Says Tom, it will do you more harm than you think. Fie on you, says Jack, who can live without drink ? I’ll ne’er baulk my wine, here’s to thy dispose, Tom pretends not to drink, pray look at his nose. THE NIGHTINGALE. 311 THE INVITATION. m A - way, and join the ren-dez-vous, Good 3 : fellowship reigns here, Joy’s standard flying in yonr i view, T’ in-vite each vo lun teer. Hark, plea-sure’s i m § drum cries come, come, come. Hark ! plea sure’s m w drum cries. come, come, corpe, O,- bey the kind sa- 5 lute. The e-cho-ing hall re-sounds the call To * wel come each re-cruit, The e-cho-ing hall re- -y, 1 r'^'f •Ip — 1 T m r — ^ r-'*5 i sounds the call Towel -come each re-cruit To *— wel-come each re-cruit To wel come each re-cruit. 312 THB NIGHTINGALE. Behold the dinner in array, A column it appears, While pyramids of whips display, A corps of grenadiers. Hark, pleasure’s drum, &c. See rivers, not of blood poured out. But nectar clear and strong ; Young Ganemede’s become a scout, Hebe an aid-de-camp. Hark, pleasure’s drum, &c. Mow down the ranks, see, see, they fly, Attack them glass in hand ; Close quarters, rally, fight, or die, ’Tis Bacchus gives command. Hark, pleasure’s drum, &c. CATCH. Here lies a philosopher, knowing and brave. Who looking to heav’n, tumbled into his grave. Whom nature ne’er hid the least wonder. And disdain’d that same earth where he rotting lies under. THE NIGHTINGALE. 313 THE BY-STANDER. ;^3^p-rTrVr- I— Look fair - ly all the world a-roand, And jt: — 4 S — — 1 :=,:;: :e : 4— i i TP ’ as you truth de-li-ver, Tell me what cha-rac- ter is found, A re - al sa - voir vi - vre ! Who tru-ly me-rits so-ber fame, To find you need not 0 1 m E-*— r— IS) a wan-der, None can de-tect life’s fraud-ful game So well as the by-stand-er, the by-stan-der, the by- £ Stand - er. So well as the by - stand - er. The lo-ver cogs, and palms, and slips, The easy fair to baffle, And still to win that stake — her lips, Will deal, and cut, and shuffle. £ e 314 THB NIGHTINGALE. Still will he ply each subtle art, Till he has quite trepanned her, And then is sure to trump her heart. If absent the by-stander. Preferment is a bowling green, Where, placed in each position. Bowls jostling in and out are seen. To reach the Jack ambition. The bias interest still they try, Twist, turn, and well meander ; Yet their manouvres rub or fly, Are known to the by-stander. The law’s a game of whist, wherein The parties nine are both in. Where tricks alone the game can win, And honours go for nothing ; And while they a sure game to nick. Their client’s money squander, Full many more than one odd trick, Discovers the by-stander. The coxcomb plays at shuttlecock. The wit commands and questions. The carking cits to commerce flock, Each follows his suggestions. THE NIGHTINGALE. 315 Yet he alone who merits fame, Who blunts the shafts of slander, And on the square life’s motley game, Best play is — the by-stander. SONG. To be gazing on those charms. To be folded in those arms. To unite my lips to those. Whence eternal sweetness flows ; To be lov’d by one so fair. Is to be bless’d beyond compare. On that bosom to recline. While that hand is lock’d in mine. In those eyes myself to view, Gazing still, and still on you ; To be lov’d by one so fair. Is to be bless’d beyond compare. E e 2 316 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE LOVER’S PETITION. Gay son of Ve - nus, love - ly boy, Great source of giief that leads to joy, Oh, let me not un - heard com - plain, But draw thy bow and ease my pain; With friend - ly aim, with friend - ly aim, with friend - ly aim di - rect thy dart, And TH£ NIGHTINGALE. S17 Let fickle thoughts no more controul, The soft’ning passion of the soul ; My fair one's bosom teach to prove, The hopes and fears of fervent love, And all her panting breast does feel, O make her tell-tale eyes reveal. Make ev’ry look and smile approve, The force of unaffected love, Her tongue compel without disguise. To speak the language of her eyes. And make both tongue and eyes agree. That all her love is fix'd on me. SONG. Love and folly were at play. Both too wanton to be wise. They fell out and in the fray. Folly put out Cupid’s eyes. Straight the criminal was tried. And had this punishment assign’d. Folly should to love be tied. And condemn’d to lead the blind. 318 THE NIGHTINGALE. I DON’T BELIEVE A WORD ONT. ^ N4 — r— (4 Jzzjzl That al 1 the ^ L vorld is up in arms, And — 1 ~ z talks of nooght but Ce - lia’s charms, Tliat crowds of lo - vers near and far Come all to see this bla - zing star Is true, who has not IS — 1 P [frcza -f- ■”’“”'1 - -db heard on't ? Is true, who has not heard on’t ? don’t believe a word on’t, I don t believe a word on’t. THE NIGHTINGALE. 310 That for one lover had she ten, In short, did she from all the men. Her homage due each day receive, She has good sense, and I believe. Would never grow absurd on’t ; But for soft dalliance she'd refuse. Some favorite from the crowd to chuse, I don’t believe a word on*t. That in the face of stander's by. She’s modesty itself’s, no lie. That then were men rude things to say, ’Twould anger her—Oh! I would lay, A bottle and a bird on’t : But to her bedchamber d’ye see. That Betty has no private key, I don’t believe a word on’t. 320 THB NIGHTINGALE. NORAH. In the gar - den of love, as the gar - den of r-f— fF p Flo-ra, Are flow’rs of all hue to ad -mire and a- I dore - a ; As the rose bears the sway in the gar-den of Flo-ra, In the gar- den of* love the first flow’ -ret is No - rah ; Not the rose of the spring should in - vite me to sing, Not the — =• o- rose of the spring should in - vite me to ^TT-E- ^ '“MT’* a. ..L. EZ — T_ ^ 5 I— — I-V2J — ^ — ^ sing, should in - vite me to sing The flow’ - ret of THE NIGHTINGALE. 321 Flo-ra new- grac’d by Au - ro - ra, Au - ro - ra^ nor Flo-ra can match with my No-rah, my No-rah, my No-rah,Au-ro-ra,norFlo-ra can match with my No-rah. How long then, dear girl, must I kneel and implore-a, How long must I kneel and thy beauty adore-a ? As the rose fades away in the garden of Flora, So the rose will decay that delights in my Norah. Thee, my rose, will I sing, Thou sweet bud of the spring ; No rose blooms so fair in the garden of Flora, A rose without thorn is the beauty of Norah. 322 THE NIGHTINGALE. A SWEET SMILE. 'Tis true, the marks of ma - ny years Up- -•st-J- on my wrink-Ied front ap-pears, Yet have I m no such i-dle fears, This will my for- tune spoil ; Gold still some hap-pi-ness be-stows, E-ven where no youth - ful ar - dour glows For proof, dear girl, take these rou-leaus. And give me a sweet smile, A sweet smile, a sweet smile, And give me a sweet smile. THE NIGHTINGALE. 323 Tis true, upon my haggard face, No marks of beauty can you trace, Nor wears my figure ought of grace, To ensure the lover's bliss : Yet am I no such horrid fright, But that bank notes may set things right ; Take then these bills all drawn at sight, And give me a sweet kiss. ’Tis true, I know not to be kind. And that within my hardened mind, No more a jewel can you find. Than beauty in my face ; But one within this casket here. May make amends, it lustre’s cle^r, Nor shall I think I’ve sold it dear. Paid by a sweet embrace. 324 ’ THE NIGHTINGA LE- THE PROMPTER’S WHISTLE. I’ve made to marches Mars des-cend, Jus- m tice in jigs her scales sus-pend, Ma-gi-cians in ga Jove whole towns with light - ning raze, And m Jove whole towns with light - ning raze, And £ Jove whole towns withlight-ningraze, And Jove whole towns with lightning raze, At sound of the prompter’s i i whis-tle, At sound of the promp-ter’s whis-tle. THE NIGHTINGALE, 325 IVe made a sun of polished tin, Dragons in wood with ghastly grin, A canvas sea the which within. Did leather dolphin’s caper ; I’ve strung with packthread Orpheus’ lyre. Made sheep and oxen dance with wire. And have destroyed with painted fire, Grand temples of cartridge paper. I’ve made a swain his love asleep, Chide warbling birds and bleating sheep, Though he himself did bawling keep, Like boatmen at a ferry : I’ve rocks made that no blood can spill, Foul poison that could do no ill. And daggers, queens, and princes kill. Who are alive and merry. SONG. Full bags, a fresh bottle, and a beautiful face. Are the three greatest blessings poor mortals embrace But alas, we grow muckworms, if bags do but fill. And a bonny gay dame often ends in a pill. Then hey for brisk claret, whose pleasures ne’er waste. By a bumper we’re rich, and by two we are chaste. F f 326 THE NIGHTINGALE. THE WILY FOX. zzzgg zm Th 5L— 1 e morn - ing breaks, Thos< 2 rud - dy EiT-=^ fel— 5= streaks Pro ; i - claim the op’n - ing di T]g— zin± With E=3rfi==z-- glowing health, The sportsman s wealth, Away, boys, zir ^ :-t=C come a - way, a - way, a - way, a - way, boys, . ^ f-r come a - way . With glow-ing health, the sports-man's P_z» -Ty— ^ —■ r wealth, A - w ay, boys, come a - way. Th -T p - p wzz i_ e mel-low ^..L-izjr — horn - - The mel-low horn On the still morn pours » j — = H ^ — t— sounds which e-clio mocks, which e-cho mocks, The mel-low horn On the still morn Pours sounds that 327 THE NIGHTINGALE. S-sl-f P — ~~z " e -clio mocks, Wh ile fol - low - ing bound Man, horse and hound T*i uu - earth the ■gczrpra. wi-Iyfox. Hark, : — e -cho rrr — — +h g c—pizizzKzz: ' mocks the wind-ing horn, Hark, e-cho mocks ( ;he wind-ing horn - - That on th’« f-^r f — T — P F — ■ — jxpanded wing of morn, Though sweet fS) Z2 — the sou nd, In r3> m d read rE§- - - - ful yell. • -i-i_ Tolls out a knell. To vcz£ — the de-vo-ted fox, To the de-vp-ted fox. Now off he’s thrown, the day’s our own, See yonder where he takes ; To cheat our eyes in vain he tries The rivers and the brakes. 328 THE NIGHTINGALE. The mellow horn breaks on the morn, And leads over hills and rocks ; While following bound, man, horse and hound, To entrap the wily fox. Hark ! echo mocks the winding horn. That on the list’ning ear of morn. Though sweet the sound. Like dreadful yell. Tolls out a knell To the devoted fox. Now, now he’s seiz’d, the dogs well pleas’d, Behold his eye-balls roll ; He yields his breath, and from his death Is born the flowing bowl. The mellow horn, that through the morn. Led over hills and rocks ; Now sounds a call, to see the fall Of the expiring fox. Hark ! echo mocks the winding horn, That truly now in strains forlorn. That sadly sounds. Plaintive and well, Tolls out the knell Of the devoted fox. Plnmmer and Brewis, Printers, Love Lane, Little Eastchcap. jjjsYrvv>umED, U aiorm viitU f-LARj^, a Coliection of SongsTsetjto is 1X> u THE SKY- THE THRUSH, Ditto, ditto • . • . . 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