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be pui ;
He snubb'd me and huft'd me; but let me alone, 'Squire. Rather say,
Sally. Well, if it be, 'tis Deither as
An honest lad he is, of honest ka:
No higher than my equal I preest:
You have your answer, sir, and there's
DUET.-The 'SQUIRs and SA
'Squite. Come, come, ny dear yar, 1
Fine clothes you are!! La
I'll give you this pure, 2000; in AIR.—The 'SQUIRE.
We'll kiss and we'll tog a..
Ok! should haplers Saint
Besides, sir, beliere se, I score *** The traitor is seiz'd on, and dies.
The heart's not será garn!
'Squire. Perhaps you're afraid of tzn.' How sweet with a bottle and lass to refresh,
But know, above scanda
And laugh, as you roli s
At draggle-tail chasa --
Sally If only thro' fear of the
My coyness and me the dour of the cottage.
sheu; Enter Sally.
Its pardor 'tuere easy win
But how, ieit me kor, 1
For better espen-
(Aside. 'Squire. Oh fie! child, love bado yana berada 'Squire. 'Sdeath! she sets me all on fire.
Sally. But virtue consid - le
SCENE I.-The Sesade.
Thomas. Avast! my boys, avast! a! L1891b
Messmates, what cheer ?' Old Eagasi a
Out with your presents, boys, and take
I've an old sweetheart-but kook, there's cu
AIR and CHORUS.-THUMAS ONS S.
How happy is the sailor's life,
From coast to coast to roas;
In erery port he finds a efs,
In every land a home.
He loves to range,
He's no where strange
He ne'er ull urn his back,
That brutish 'squire! but wherefore should I fear?
I ne'er can turn false-hearted to my dear.
No, when he came his last farewell to take,
He bid me wear this token for his sake;
He shall not prove ne tickle and unkind;
Or say, that--out of sight was out of mind.
Auspicious spirits guard my love,
In time of danger near him bide ;
With out-spread wings around him move,
And turn each random ball aside.
And you his foes, though hearts of steel,
Oh! may you then with me accord;
A sympathetic passion feel,
Behold his face, and drop the sword,
Ye winds, your blust'ring fury leave ;
Like airs that o'er the garden sweep;
Breathe soft in sighs, and gently heave
The calm, smooth bosom of the deep.
Till halcyon peace return'd, once more,
Prom blasts secure, and hostile harms,
My sailor views his native shore,
And harbours safe in these fond arms.
Enter the 'SQUIRE.
DUET.-The 'Squire and Sally.
'Squire. Well met, pretty maid ;
Nay, don't be afraid ;
I mean you no mischief, I row ;
Psha! what is't you ail?
Come, give me your pai,
And I'll carry it up to your cow.
Sally. Pray let it alone,
Pre hands of my own,
Nor need your's to help me--forbear!
How can you persist ?
I won't, sir, be kiss'd,
But prosp'rous gales, &c. (Ereunt. Nor teas'd thus-go trifle elsewhere.
'Squire. In yon lonely grore,
I saw an alcore,
All round the sweet riolet springs; for promises can tempt, nor vows persuade ;
And there was a thrush,
Hard by in a bush,
Twould charm you to hear how he sings.
Sally. But hark ! pr'ythee, hark ! 1 $ his way she comes ; the wench is full of pride, Lay oaths, and vows, and promises aside :
Look, yonder's a lark, Often, when regular approaches fail,
It warbles and pleases me so; Besiegers storm a place, and so prevail.
To hear the soft tale,
Oth' sweet nightingale,
I would not be tempted to go.
'Squire. Learn how the affair's to be done ;
Then here we'll sit down ;
Come, come, never frown,
No longer my bliss I'll retard;
Kind Venus shall spread,
Her reil over head, 1946 et Iith whining, and sighing, and vows, and all that, As far as you please you may run ;
And the little rogue, Cupid, keep yuard.
Inomas. What's this I see? May I believe my
'Tis well I this way chanc'd my course to steer –
Sal, what's the matter?
Sally. Thomas !
'Squire. 'Sdeath! who's here?
Thomas. Larn your phrase to mend:
Do you sheer off, or else I'll make you, friend.
TRIO.-The 'SQUIRE, THOMAS, and Sally.
But bang this talking, my desires
You see yon steeple, and keen
DUET.-Thomas asd Seier
And talk of gangs the rese
I speak without disguise
And with my hans beste was
Sally. Let ladies prudishly decy,
Look cold, and gise sker sk
I own the passion is my best
And long to make my best
Endures the cold and casa 'Squire. Since her paltry inclination,
All dripping wet, searz De
And brates the fury sf ste
Sally. For this the virgir pores az..
With throbbing heart, and
Til sweet reverse of box Sally. Oh! welcome, welcome! How shall I im.
And clasp the faishja part The joy this happy meeting gives my heart ?
Both. Ye British youths, be bras Now, Tom, in safety stay at home with me,
The British sirgins , And never trust again that treach’rous sea.
Protect their beauty for us Thomas. Excuse me, Sal, while mighty George And they'll repay you wis **
bas foes, On land and main, their malice I'U oppose.