T SONG. Sung in Robinhood. HE ftag through the foreft, when rous'd by the horn, Sore frighted, high bounding, flies wretched, forlorn, Quick panting, heart burfting, the hounds now in view, Speed doubles fpeed doubles! they eager pursue. But efcaping the hunters again through the groves, Τ SONG. Sung in Poor Vulcan. HE moment Aurora peep'd into my room, I put on my cloaths, and I call'd for my groom; Wil. Whittle by this had uncoupled the hounds, Who, lively and mettlefome, frisk'd o'er the grounds;. The horses were faddled, fleet Dapple and Grey, Seem'd longing to hear the glad found, hark away. It was now by the clock about four in the morn, The chace was a fine one, fhe took o'er the plain,, Which the doubled, and doubled, again and again;; K 5 Till at length fhe took cover, return'd out of breath, There in triumph of joy I the hare did difplay, SONG. Sung by Mrs. Wrighten, at Vauxhall Gardens. OU'D you know, my good friends, what How long in duration, how perfect in blifs, A proof may be found and a fample be feen My fweetelt, my chuck; And Cupid affents, and goes niddity nod, O'er Kitty the Angel, and Billy the God, Papa's and mama's furly tempers once past, Ma'am you're never at home, A path fo vexatious no wife ever trod ;, You are bad. You are worse. While Cupid flies off, from a quarrel fo odd, Niddity nod, &c. And Mifs is no Angel, and Billy no God." To routs hies the lady, to gambling goes mafter, part from each other ne'er couple went fafter. Το While raking at night, and distraction at noon, Render wedlock's fweet countenance duli as a clod, From grave Doctors Commons, While Proctors and parchments go niddity nod, Niddity nod, &c. O'er Kitty the Angel, and Billy the God. TH SON G. The Sailor's Returns HE bufy crew their fails unbending, His rigging-no one dare attack it, His honeft heart with pleasure glowing, A flowing pennant gaily flutter'd From her neat-made hat of ftraw; Red was her creek when first he utter'd, It was her failor that fhe faw. And now the gazing crew furround her, Swift as a ball from a nine pounder, SONG. I SONG. Sung in Axtaxerxes. N infancy, our hopes and fears Were to each other known; And friendship, in our riper years, Oh, clear him, then, from this offence, F SONG. Sung at Vauxhall. Recitative.. ROM Paphos ifle, fo fam'd of old, I come, Each nymph and fwain to taste of weet delights; Where Captain Cupid bears the fole command. Ye nymphs and ye fwains, who are youthful and gay, To the found of the drum, I have treasure in flore which you never have seen ; To the ifland of love, Where Cupid is captain and Venus is queen. Each Each nymph of fixteen who would fain be a wife, To the found of the drum, I have (weethearts in flore fuch as never were feen; To the island of love, Where Cupid is captain, and Venus is qucen. With a kind loving wife, More beautiful far then was nymph ever feen; To the illand of love, Where Cupid is captain, and Venus is queen. In Paphos, we know of no difcord nor ftrife, And tafe fuch delights as were never yet feen To the island of love, IT SONG. The Banks of the Dee. T was fummer, fo foftly the breezes were blowing, Flow on lovely Dee, flow on thou sweet river, But |