BARBAULD. THE HAUNT OF FAIRIES. -GOULDING, LONDON. Sung at the Newcastle Concerts. THIS is sure the haunt of fairies; This is sure, &c. Ev'ry ruder gust of passion, Lull'd with music, dies away; THOMPSON, MAZZINGHI. THE WREATH.-A GLEE. ANONYMOUS.GOULDING, LONDON. Sung at the Public Concerts. YE shepherds, tell me, have you seen My Flora pass this way, In shape and feature beauty's queen, Shepherds, tell, &c. A wreath around her head she wore, Carnation, lily, rose; And in her hand a crook she bore, The beauteous wreath that decks her head And cheeks of rosy hue. Shepherds, tell, &c. MAY WE NE'ER WANT A FRIEND. T. DIBDIN.PRESTON, LONDON. Sung by Mr Incledon. -DAVY. SINCE the first dawn of reason that beam'd on my mind, And taught me how favor❜d by fortune my lot, To share that good fortune I still was inclin'd, And impart to who wanted what I wanted not. 'Tis a maxim entitled to every one's praise, When a man feels distress, like a man to relieve him, And my motto, tho' simple, means more than it saysMay we ne'er want a friend, nor a bottle to give The heart by deceit or ingratitude rent, Or by poverty bow'd, tho' of evil the least, The smile of a friend may invite to content; And we all know content is an excellent feast. 'Tis a maxim entitled, &c. ANON. OH HAD I JUBAL'S LYRE. -GOULDING, ETC. LONDON. Sung by Mrs Dickons, late Miss Poole. OH had I Jubal's lyre, Or Miriam's tuneful voice, My humble strains but faintly shew O'KEEFE. THE WOLF. -GOULDING, LONDON. Sung by Mr C. Bannister. AT the peaceful midnight hour, -HANDEL SHIELD. Silence, or you meet your fate! Your keys, your jewels, cash, and plate! ANON. FAIR ROSALE. -DALE, LONDON. Sung by Mr Dignum. ON that lone bank where Lubin dy'd, Fair Rosale, a wretched maid, Sat weeping o'er the cruel tide, Faithful to her Lubin's shade! 'Oh! may some kind, some gentle wave I'd ever watch his mould'ring clay, "When Time his form had worn away, "His dust I'd place within my breast!" While thus she mourn'd her Lubin lost, And Echo to her grief reply'd, Lo! at her feet his corpse was tost! DIGNUM. She shriek'd, she clasp'd him, sigh'd, and dy'd! JACKSON. TIME HAS NOT THINN'D, ETC. JACKSON. PRESTON, LONDON.--- Sung at the Public Concerts. TIME has not thinn'd my flowing hair, Till many a year has o'er me roll'd; ANONYMOUS. MY MOTHER. -GOULDING, LONDON. --THOMPSON. WHO fed me from her gentle breast, When sleep forsook my waking eye, Who sat and watch'd my infant head, My mother. |