Yet why doubt her care to please thee? No-ah, no! though from thee parted, O PITY, IF THY HOLY TEAR. MRS ROBINSON.NOT PUBLISHED. Sung at the Newcastle Concerts. O PITY, if thy holy tear, Immortal, decks the wing of Time, He who forsakes his native shore To meet the whizzing ball of Death! Who, 'mid the battle's fateful roar, MURRAY. Who, when the deafening din is done, Hard is his fate, the sultry day, To wander o'er the burning plain; To mark the haughty brow severe,- To know the laurel he has won Twines round the brow of Fortune's son,- ANON. MAD TOM. -GOULDING, LONDON. PURCELL. Sung by Mr Incledon. FORTH from my dark and dismal cell, Mad Tom is come to view the world again, To see if he can cure his distemper'd brain ! Fears and cares oppress my soul ! Through the world I wander night and day, to find my straggling senses! In an angry mood I met old Time, with his pentateuch of tenses. When me he spies, Away he flies, For Time will stay for ne man; In vain with cries I rend the skies, For pity is not common! And the boar begins to bristle. I range around the world: 'Tis I, 'tis I, 'tis I, mad Tom, drive all before me! While to my royal throne I come, Bow down my slaves, and adore me, Your sovereign lord, mad Tom! And though I give law From beds of straw, And drest in a tatter'd robe, More a monarch than he That commands the vassal globe! FRIAR OF ORDERS GREY.-GLEE. PIERCY. -CALCOTT, LONDON. Sung at the Public Concerts. IT was a friar of orders grey, And he met with a lady fair, CALCOTT. "Now Heav'n thee save, thou holy friar, "I pray thee tell to me, "If ever at your holy shrine "My true-love thou didst see." And how shall I your true-love know From many another one?' "O, by his cockle hat and staff, • And at his head a green grass turf, Weep no more, lady, weep no more; For vi'lets pluckt, the sweetest show'rs See thro' the hawthorn the cold wind, ANON. TO ANACREON IN HEAV’N. -DALE, ETC. LONDON. Sung by Mr Dignum, &c. ANON. TO Anacreon in heav'n, where he sat in full glee, A few sons of harmony sent a petition, That he their inspirer and patron would be; When this answer arriv'd from the jolly old Grecian: "Voice, fiddle, and flute, "No longer be mute; "I'll lend you my name, and inspire you to boot; "And, besides, I'll instruct you, like me, to entwine "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." The news through Olympus immediately flew ; When old Thunder pretended to give himself airs : "If these mortals are suffer'd their plans to pursue, "The devil a goddess will stay above stairs. "Hark! already they cry, "(In transports of joy) "Away to the sons of Anacreon we'll fly; "And there, with good fellows, we'll learn to entwine "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine. R |