T. DIBDIN. FAIR ELLEN. -DALE, LONDON. Sung by Mr Brabam. FAIR Ellen like a lily grew, Was Beauty's fav'rite flower, Till Falsehood chang'd her lovely hue; Antonio, in her virgin breast, First rais'd a tender sigh: The artless maid her flame confest ; He left her then to die. -BRAHAM. LET FAME SOUND THE TRUMPET. 6'KEEFE. LONGMAN, LONDON. SHIELE, Sung by Mr Incledon. LET Fame sound the trumpet, and cry to the war; Let Glory re-echo the strain: The full tide of honour may flow from the scar, And heroes may smile on their pain. The treasures of autumn let Bacchus display, On science let Sol beam the lustre of day, Let India unfold her rich gems to the view, Oh! give me the friend that I know to be true, What's glory, but pride? A vain bubble is fame, What's riches, but trouble? and title's a name: BENEATH THE WILLOW TREE. T. DIBDIN. DALE, LONDON, AN Sung by Mr Braham. BRAHAM, OH! take me to your arms, my love, for keen the wind doth blow; Oh! take me to your arms, my love, for bitter is my woe ! She hears me not, she cares not, nor will she list to me; And here I lie, in misery, beneath the willow tree! My love has wealth and beauty-the rich attend her door; My love has wealth and beauty, and I, alas, am poor! The ribband fair, that bound her hair, is all that's left to me; While here I lie, in misery, beneath the willow tree! I once had gold and silver-I thought them without end; I once had gold and silver, and I thought I had a friend! My wealth is lost-my friend is false-my love he stole from me; And here I lie, in misery, beneath the willow tree! BREATHE SOFT, YE FLUTES. ANONYMOUS. DALE, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Harrison. RECITATIVE. CALCOTT. BREATHE soft, ye flutes; from heav'n descend, sweet Pow'r, Of soothing strain and modulated air, Diffuse thy influence round; Let softest, sweetest notes abound, To cheer the pensive hour. AIR. Harmony, from blissful seats above, Pour it o'er the trembling strings, Hear the hunter's jocund horn, Cheerly calls the roseate morn. Echo, playful nymph, awake, And, starting from thy airy seat, The sounds that float in mazy circles lake, With iteration glad the tuneful close repeat: Let rocks, and vales, and woods repel The sound of merry horn and soft recording shell. GREEN LEAVES ALL TURN YELLOW. KENNY. -KELLY, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Jordan. A SAGE once to a maiden sung, 1. These leaves, which look so fresh and gay, Will not be ever green; For green leaves all turn yellow. 'Tis thus with the delights of love, Not long they flourish ere they fade, As sadly I have seen; Yes, like the summer leaves, sweet maid, Oh, none are ever green; For green leaves all turn yellow. KELLY. ANON. THE GIPSIES' GLEE. -CLEMENTI, LONDON, Sung at the Public Concerts. OH! who has seen the miller's wife? I, and kindled up new strife! E REEVE. A shilling from her palm I took, Who has the tanner's daughter seen? 'Twas hard to 'scape him in whole skin. From every place condemn'd to roam, These branches form our summer's roof, In shelt'ring nooks and hollow ways, Come stain your cheeks with nut or berry, IN RAPTURE BE MY VOWS, ETC. T. DIBDIN. KELLY. Sung by Mrs Billington and Mr Kelly. IN rapture be my vows exprest; Was ever man so rarely blest? KELLY. |