Where first we met, where first we lov'd, "Tis there I'll fly to meet thee still, In the starry light of the summer night, If the cares of life should shade my brow, 'Tis there I'd soothe thy grief to rest, In the starry light of the summer night, MY HEART AND LUTE. I GIVE thee all, can no more, And better far a heart who feels Tho' love and song may fail, alas! At least twill make them lighter pass, Let love but gently touch the strings- I give thee all, &c. THE MAID OF LLANGOLLEN. THO' lowly my lot and poor my estate, I see without envy the wealthy and great, For the maid of Llangollen smiles sweetly on me. THE ROSE SHALL CEASE TO BLOW. THE rose will cease to blow, The stream will cease to flow, Ere I will cease to love, &c. The sun will cease to shine, The world will cease to move.. The stars their light resign, Ere I will cease to love, &c. WHEN A MAN'S A LITTLE BIT POORLY. WHEN a man's a little bit poorly, He makes a fuss, Wants a nurse, Thinks he's going to die most surely, Sends for a doctor, who makes him worse. I only caught a bit of a cold; Cuddles me up between kindness and scold, When a man, &c. I three days with fever was furnac❜d. Balmy sleep, To me 'd not creep, Obliged to send for the doctor in earnest Pronounc'd me ill, Sent bolus-pill Draught powder-and all the race Of drugs compound, to make a long bill. When a man, &c. Leech'd-cupp'd--bled-and blister, So low each pill was a twister; I swallow'd about three doctor's shops, Thro' the nurse had a bit of a hint, Should'nt die sooner for making my will. When a man, &c. Worse and worse was my condition, My body's sore, Life's a bore, The doctor call'd in a physician, Who physic'd and bolus'd me ten times more. Relations round with sighs and tears Each nephew-niece Even my wife chang'd hopes for fears, Fervently wished me a happy release. When a man, &c. Then physician's consultation, Pronounc'd with much deliberation, I hear death ticks, To wife and friends I bade adieu, Expecting with Charon to cross the styx. When a man, &c. Wishing to leave the world in quiet, I had too much, So I took a meal of my usual diet. Got better, and 'scaped from death's cold clutch, I pass each day; And when I am summon'd where all must go, When a man, &c. IF ANY SO WISE IS. If any so wise is, that sack he despises, Let him drink his small beer and be sober; Whilst we drink wine, and sing as if it were spring, He shall droop like the trees in October. But be sure, over night, if this dog do you bite, Soon as out of your bed, to settle your head, And not be so silly, to follow old Lilly! For there's nothing but wine that can tune us; DRINKING SONG. COME now all ye social powers, Love, thy godhead I adore, Source of generous passion; Why the plague should we be sad, Friendship! O thy smile's divine! Since the time will pass away, Let's be blithe and gay to-day, CARE, thou canker of our joys, |