With deep regret I bid farewell O Barra Vale, when torn away PERCY. FAIREST OF THE FAIR. -LONGMAN AND CO. LONDON. CARTER, Sung at the Public Concerts. O NANCY, wilt thou go with me, No longer deck'd with jewels rare, O Nancy, when thou'rt far away, Nor, sad, regret each courtly scene, O Nancy, canst thou love so true, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care,- And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? And cheer with smiles the bed of death? ANON. MYRTILLA. DALE, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Jordan. YE cheerful virgins, have ye seen My fair Myrtilla pass the green, To rose or jasmin bower? HOWARD. Where does she seek the woodbine shade? For, sure, ye know the blooming maid, Sweet as the May-born flow'r. Her cheeks are like the maiden rose, Her song is like the linnet's lay, That warbles cheerful on the spray, THE POOR SHIPWRECK'D BOY! NICHOLLS. -CLEMENTI, LONDON. WHITAKER. Sung at the Public Concerts. 'MIDST lightning swift flashing, while thunder burst loud, The sea toss'd the vessel's top-mast to the cloud; Wet, trembling and fainting, he rose from the strand, After wringing his hands, he survey'd the new scene; For the storm was gone by, and the heavens serene. T'ward the hills now he looks, sees a cottage to please, For the white smoke of Plenty curl'd thro' the thick. trees; Hope brighten'd his face with the sun-beams of Joy, And away for the cot bent the poor shipwreck'd boy! The dame saw him coming, and flew to the latch; Her daughters and sons plac'd themselves at the hatch: The lad 'gan his tale with a heart-rending sigh, And this was the song of the poor shipwreck❜& boy! "No friend to protect me, no parent to guide; "My parents and friends are all lost in the tide ; "Quite cold are their lips in yon pitiless brine, "And the kiss of Affection no more shall be mine!" Grief paus'd, and bright tears from the cottagers flow; E'en Tray hung his tail at the sonnet of Woe; The kind-hearted red-breast, unheeding annoy, Perch'd near the sad song of the poor shipwreck'd boy! "Scarce a thing have I sav'd from the terrible wreck! "These trowsers all dripping, this shirt on my back, "Are all I can boast of! In pity, then, spare "And yield me that comfort you happily share." Full swift as the bright springs from a precipice flow, The hearts of the throng felt Humanity's glow, Conducted to comforts productive of joy, And Despair fled the breast of the poor shipwreck'd boy! OXFORDSHIRE NANCY BEWITCHED. GARRICK. BLAND, LONDON. Sung by Mr Bowden. SHIELD. THO' I'm slim, and am young, and was lively and fair, Could sing a sweet song, and in others kill care; But, alas! no relief. Heigho! what can be the matter with Nancy? With my head on my pillow, I seek for repose, So evil a spirit that haunts a poor maid, By the grave sons of physic can never be laid; |