DRINK TO ME, ETC. ANONYMOUS.GOULDING, LONDON. HARRINGTON DRINK to me only with thine eyes, Or leave a kiss but in the cup, The thirst that from my soul doth rise, But might I of Jove's nectar sip, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It would not wither'd be: But thou thereon didst only breathe, Since when it grows and smells, I swear, STEVENS. THE STORM. GOULDING, LONDON. Sung by Mr Incledon. CEASE, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer; List, ye landsmen, all to me; Ff ANON. From bounding billows, first in motion, Where the seas contend with skies! Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling, The top-sail sheets now let go; Now all you on down-beds sporting, The top-sail yards point to the wind, boys; Fore and aft the spritsail yard get, Now the dreadful thunder's roaring, On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, All above us one black sky; Different deaths at once surround us: The fore-mast's gone, cries ev'ry tongue out, Come, my hearts, be stout and bold; Four feet water in the hold. While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, Still the leak is gaining on us! Both chain-pumps are choak'd below: O'er the lea-beam is the land, boys; The leak we've found-it cannot pour fast; Up, and rig a jury fore-mast: She rights, she rights, boys-we're off shore. Now once more on joys we're thinking, Close to our lips a brimmer join : ARNOLD. THE GALLEY SLAVE. PRESTON, LONDON. Sung by Mr Kelly. REEVE. OH, think on my fate! Once I freedom enjoy'd, But Pleasure is fled, even Hope is destroy'd, A captive, alas! on the sea. I was ta'en by the foe; 'twas the fiat of Fate When thought brings to mind my once happy estate, Hard, hard is my fate! oh, how galling my chain! My life's steer'd by Misery's chart; And though 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain, Tears gush forth to ease my full heart. I disdain e'en to shrink, though I feel sharp the lash; While round me the unfeeling billows do dash, How Fortune deceives! Once I'd Pleasure in tow; The port where she dwelt was in view: But the wish'd nuptial morn was o'erclouded with woe I was hurried, dear Anna, from you. Our shallop was boarded, and I borne away, WHEN THE MOON, ETC.-DUETT. ANONYMOUS.GOULDING, LONDON. Sung at the Newcastle Concerts. THOMPSON. WHEN the moon shines all so bright, Beneath the hawthorn tree. So light we tread, no flow'r we crush, All 'neath the hawthorn tree. |