Ere summer flies, in watry dell, O SAY, SIMPLE MAID.-DUETT. COLEMAN. PRESTON, LONDON. ANONYMOUS. Sung by Mrs S. Kemble and Mr Bannister. O SAY, simple maid, have you form'd any notion you To sigh with regret for the grot left behind you? Ah! no; I could follow, and sail the world over, Will lull us to sleep, whilst we're rock'd by each billow. Then say, lovely lass, what if haply espying I'll journey with thee, love, to where the land rar rows, And fling all my cares at my back with my arrows. ✪ say then, my true love, we never will sunder, Nor shrink from the tempest, nor dread the big thun der; Whilst, constant, we'll laugh at all changes of weather, And journey all over the world both together. COLEMAN. SAVOURNA DELISH. PRESTON, LONDON. Sung by Mr Johnstone. ARNOLD, OH! the moment was sad when my love and I parted, Savourna delish shighan oh! As I kiss'd off her tears, I was nigh broken-hearted, Savourna delish shighan oh! Wan was her cheek, as it hung on my shoulder,— I felt that again I should never behold her, When the word of command put our troops into motion, Savourna, &c. I buckled on my knapsack to cross the wide ocean, Savourna, &c. Brisk were our troops, all roaring like thunder, Pleas'd with the voyage, impatient for plunder; While my bosom with grief was nigh torn asunder, Savourna, &c. Long I fought for my country, far, far from my true, love, Savourna, &c. All my pay and my booty I hoarded for you, love, Peace was proclaim'd; escap'd from the slaughter, ANON. ADDRESS TO THE VIOLET. PRESTON, LONDON. Sung by Mr Harrison. THOUGH from thy bank of velvet torn, A softer, sweeter bed of rest. Though from mild Zephyr's kiss no more Oh! be thou grateful for that bliss, Give back thy choicest in return. WEBBE. TORN FROM MY HEART'S DELIGHT. PARTIRO MIO CARO BENE. WALCOTT.CLEMENTI AND CO. LONDON. Sung at the Public Concerts. TORN from my heart's delight, my lover, Ah! what will now become of me? To grief a prey, a lonely rover, I pour my soul in sighs for thee! Torn from my heart's delight, &c. POZZI. CHERRY. THE DITTY. CORRI, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Mountain. HEAR me! soldier, hear me ! My hero dead was found! Pity! soldier, pity! Deep in his faithful heart He lov'd me like his life, And call'd upon his wife, Pity! soldier, pity! As, from the reeking wound, The blood bedew'd the ground! Gg CORRI. And now my wand'ring ghost Pity soldier, pity! ONCE HAPPY IN A PEACEFUL HOME. REYNOLDS. CLEMENTI, LONDON. Sung by Mrs H. Siddons. ONCE happy in a peaceful home, And say, O say, where art thou, mother? If thou hast press'd a luckless bier, . Of victims, Death, oh! take another; Boldly I'll fly to save my mother. -REEVE. DIBDIN.. THE MISERIES OF WAR. -DIBDIN, LONDON. Sung by Mr Dibdin. WHAT art thou, fascinating War, Thou trophied, painted pest, That thus men seek, and they abhor,- Are Honour and Remorse the same? Does Murder laurels bring? DIBDIN. |