The ton extravaganza, ANON. I'VE OFTEN SEEN, ETC. -GOULDING, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Bland. I'VE often seen a new-made pair— Of flames and darts; To pass my life A happy wife, Make me an old man's darling! With a fal lal lal lal lal lal lal lal lal lal la. For then no rivals buz around, Nor, absent, spent in sighs and tears: He's at your elbow always found; HOOK. ANON. THE PRIMROSE, ETC. GOULDING, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Mountain. THE primrose, wet with morning dew, O'erwhelm'd we see the beauteous How'r. •HOCK. POOR ROSE. MISS SYMMONS. -GOULDING, LOND. T. B. ADAMS. A favourite Song. COME, buy my wood-harebells-my cowslips, come, buy; O take my carnations and jesamine sweet; Lest their beauties should wither, their perfume should die; Ah! snatch'd, like myself, from their native retreat. O ye who in pleasure and luxury live, Whose bosoms would sink beneath half of my woes, Ah! deign to my cry a kind answer to give, And shed a soft tear for the fate of poor Rose. Yet once were my days happy, sweet, and serene,- Then buy my wood-harebells-my cowslips, come, buy; O take my carnations and jesamine sweet; Lest their beauties should wither, their perfume should die; Ah! snatch'd, like myself, from their native retreat. ANON. AH! WHERE CAN I TURN, ETC. KELLY, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Bland. AH! where can I turn for relief, Compassion's soft tear I have shed, When Misery stood at my door, KELLY. When who could have thought, or have said, By friends thus deserted around, New woe can my sister impart ? Yes-her scorn gives a still sharper wound, ANON. MEDLEY SONG. KELLY, LONDON. Sung by Miss De Camp. -KELLY. IN Spain I have been, where, as travellers tell us, The ladies are kind, and the gentlemen jealous; Where time is still pass'd, by the haughty Hidalgoz, In sleeping siestas, and dancing fandangoes. (Spanish Air, sung after this Verse.) In Italy's climes, the signors and signoras And there little Cupid, with harmony blending, (Italian Air, sung after this Verse.) In England, where beef, trade, and pudding, the rage is, And commerce with idleness war ever wages, John's Bull's whole delight is to help a poor neigh bour, And sings while dividing the fruits of his labour. Tink tink a tink a tink, the sweet guittar shall cheer me; Clink clink a clink a clink, so gaily let us sing. ANON. MY HENRY, ALAS! IS NO MORE. GOULDING, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Mountain. HOOK. THE gardens' sweet songsters now pour forth their strains, And the gale of the morn is enrich'd from each spray; The shepherds' soft reed cheers the hills and the plains; Yet I sigh, yet I droop, for my Henry's away, For my Henry, alas! is no more. In the spring of the year, like the spring-time of youth, Each object surrounding seems chearful and gay; Their fragrance and beauties this bosom would sooth; Yet I sigh, yet I droop, for my Henry's away, For my Henry, alas! is no more. CHERRY. DUETT. CORRI, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Mountain and Mr Braham. THIS breast 'gainst female arts I lock'd; Now crowding Cupids round it flock'd; Its trembling tenant see! They smile, exult, and bend each bow; Each fix a poison'd dart! -CORRI. |