W SONG. The Union of Love and Wine. WITH women and wine I defy ev'ry care, Each helping the other, in pleasure I roll, Let grave fober mortals my maxims condemn, I care not how much they my measures decline, Wine prudently us'd will our fenfes improve, As when Mars bound his head with a branch from the vinc. Then come, my dear charmer, thou nymph half divine, But fhould't thou my paffion for wine difapprove, SONG. BL LOW high, blow low, let tempeft tear My heart with thoughts of thee my dear, Shall Shall brave all danger, fcorn all fear, Aloft, while mountains high we go, The whiftling winds that foud along, Blow high, blow low, &c. And on that night when all the crew, O'er flowing canns of flip renew, And drink t' their fweethearts and their wives, I'll heave a figh, and think on thee, And as the the fhip rolls on the fea, The burden of my fong shall be, Blow high, blow low, let tempeft tear The mainmait by the board, My heart with thoughts of thee my dear, And love well flor'd, Shall brave all danger, fcorn all fear, The roaring winds, the raging fea, In hopes on shore, to be once more, Safe moor'd with thee. WH SON G. Sung in the Choleric Fathers. HEN o'er the world the headless lamb, His fimple plaints cry'd "Of night and folitude afraid.” But if far off his dam he hears, He runs and flops, and hopes and fears, SONG. L SONG. Sung in Fontainbleau. ET fame found the trumpet and cry to the Let glory re-echo the ftrain; The full tide of honour may flow from the fear, The treafures of Autumn let Bacchus difplay, On fcience, let Sol beam the luftre of day, Let India unfold her rich gems to the view, What's glory but pride a vain bubble is fame, S O NG. Sung in Rofina. Arife to pana, fo kind to my boon, of the chace; And Sol lends a ray to chafte Dian's fair moon, For the fport I delight in, the bright Queen of Love While Pan breaks his chaunter, and fkulks in the grive, Excell'd by the found of the horn. The The dogs, are uncoupled, and sweet is their cry, > >>> The ftag from the chamber of woodbine peeps out, Yet flies, till entangled in fear and in doubt, Surrounded by foes he prepares for the fray, With antlers erected, his Defpair taking place of his fear bay, Then furrenders his life with a tear. W dogs are, &c. Levom unɔ zvativt bridevido 2 ૧૭vi sik alag ફિ 4 Sung in Too Civil by Half. HEN order firft from Chaos fprung, And ancient bards their lyres ftrung, Chorus. > =T When British cannons roar, Great rules the main. The ocean made its subjects smile, Health led her fons throughout the isle, And round its fertile land, Her Commerce to command. Aa Ga SONG. Homeward-Bound. OOSE ev'ry fail to the breeze, Since Emma is true as she's fair, My griefs I fling all to the wind; "Tis a pleafing return for my care, My mistress is constant and kind. My fails are all fill'd to my dear, Hoist ev'ry fail to the breeze, Come fhipmates, and join in the fong; Let's drink, while our fhip cuts the feas, To the gale that may drive her along. H SONG. Sung in Rofine. OW bleft, my fair, who on thy face, Ah, then, what joy awaits the swain, SONG. |