Chearful, see yon shepherd boy
Climbing up the craggy rocks;
As he views the dappled sky,

Pleas'd, the cuckoo's notes he mocks.
Now, advancing o'er the plain,
Evening's dusky shades appear,—
And the cuckoo's voice again
Softly steals upon mine ear,
Whilst, retiring from my view,
Thus she bids the day adieu-
Cuckoo-

T. DIBDIN.

THE LOVE-LETTER.

CORRI, LONDON.

Sung by Mr Braham.

BRAHAM.

HARK! where martial music, sounding far,
From peace to glory many a youth invites;
While many a maiden's tears condemn the war,
That tears her lad from love and love's delights;
Till Time, on Neptune's wings,

The welcome letter brings!

And then of promis'd joys she sweetly sings;
"What happy days shall Sally prove,
"When blest with William and with love!"

Marching over Egypt's tented plain,

Or braving foes on India's distant shore, The youth, by Fancy whisper'd, fears again To see his love and native land no more;

Till Time, on Neptune's wings,
The welcome letter brings!

And then of promis'd joy he gaily sings;
"What happy days shall William prove,
"When blest with Sally and with love!"

T. DIBDIN.

THE BEAUTIFUL MAID!

DALE, LONDON.

Sung by Mr Braham.

BRAHAM.

WHEN absent from her my soul holds most dear, What medley of passions invade!

In this bosom what anguish, what hope, and what fear,
I endure for my beautiful maid!

In vain I seek pleasure to lighten my grief,
Or quit the gay throng for the shade;
Nor retirement nor solitude yields me relief,
When away from my beautiful maid!

CORRI.

THE BIRD IN YONDER CAGE, ETC.

T. DIBDIN..

CORRI, LONDON.

Sung by Madame Storace.

THE bird in yonder cage confin'd
Sings but to lovers young and true;
Then pray approach, if you can find
The pictures suit,-ah no, not you.

Good-nature only wakes the lay;
A father kind the feat may do;
Then pray approach, if you can find
The pictures suit,-no, no, not you.

T. DIBDIN.

MARIA.

-CORRI, LONDON.

Sung by Mr Braham.

THO' born in fashion's gayest sphere,

To scandal o'er her tea
Maria ne'er inclin'd an ear,
For very deaf was she:
In beauty to behold a flaw
She was not so unkind,
A rival's follies seldom saw,
For she was nearly blind.

Yet had she heard or seen, yet mum
She'd been, nor e'er so weak
As tell the tale,-for, being dumb,
Maria could not speak.

In fashion's circles, Friendship dear

May well her loss deplore,

And learn, from what they see or hear,
Maria is no more!

BRAHAM,

I SMILE AT LOVE, ETC.

VANBRUGH,LONGMAN, LONDON.--.

Sung at the Public Concerts.

I SMILE at Love and all his arts,
The charming Cynthia cries:
Take heed, for Love has fatal darts,
A wounded swain replies.

Once free and bless'd as you are now,
I dally'd with his charms,

I sported with his little bow,
And pointed at his arms.

Till urg'd too far, Revenge! he cries;
A fatal shaft he drew;

It took its passage thro' your eyes,
And to my heart it flew.

To tear it thence I strove in vain,
For I too quickly found
'Twas only to increase the pain,
And to enlarge the wound.

GIORDANI

ANON,

FAR, FAR AT SEA!.

GOULDING, LONDON.

Sung by Mr Incledon.

FLORIO.

'TWAS at night, when the bell had told twelve, And poor Susan was laid on her pillow,

In her car whisper'd some flitting elve,
Your love is now toss'd on a billow,
Far, far at sea!

All was dark as she 'woke out of breath;
Not an object her fears could discover;
All was still as the silence of death,
Save Fancy, which painted her lover
Far, far at sea!

So she whisper'd a pray'r, clos'd her eyes;
But the phantom still haunted her pillow;
Whilst, in terror, she echo'd his cries,

As struggling he sunk in a billow,

Far, far at sea!

DIBDIN..

THE SOLDIER'S ADIEU.

-DIBDIN, LONDON.

Sung by Mr Dibdin, &c.

ADIEU, adieu, my only life,

My honour calls me from thee;
Remember thou'rt a soldier's wife
Those tears but ill become thee:
What though by duty I am call'd

Where thund'ring cannons rattle,

Where valour's self might stand appall'd,
When on the wings of thy dear love
To heaven above

Thy fervent orisons are ftown,

DIBDIN.