It scented ev'ry breeze That wanton'd o'er the stream, To meet the morning beam. To deck that beauteous maid, HAVE YOU FORGOT, ETC. ALLINGHAM. -GOULDING, LONDON.-M. P. KING. Sung by Miss De Camp. HAVE you forgot the masquerade, Yes, you've forgot the love you feign'd; Tira lira la. Now quite forgot, &c. &c. REYNOLDS. CASTANET SONG. -DALE, LONDON. Sung by Miss De Camp. REEVE. OH, we merry little Spanish girls are ever free from woes We prattle and rattle wherever we go: O'er the mountains so lofty, thro' vallies so bright, We trip it and skip it, from morning till night. When we're courted by the old men, our scorn we disclose; But when lov'd by the young and bold men, c'est toute autre chose. We've a happy knack, With our tick a tack, Ting ting a ring a ring a ring. Should my lover prove a cruel swain, I'd never fume or fret, But titter and chatter, and flirt and coquette; For if sorrow once should wrinkle this beautiful face, With our tick a tack. Ting ting a ring a ring a ring. F RANNIE. HE SLEEPS IN YONDER, ETC. -GOULDING, LONDON.-DR CALCOTT, Sung at the Nobility's Concert. WHILE o'er thy cheek, desponding maid, Thy lover, at the wonted hour, Chides not thy stay with tender haste; His gentle form, in yonder bower, Is now to Earth's cold pillow prest! Pale as the flower whose snowy bell Hangs weeping near the winding wave, He lies in yonder lonely vale He sleeps in yonder dewy grave! With tender songs, to soothe his shade, And Friendship shed her warmest tear! While Virtue lives his worth to own,- And meek Compassion's tender throne! ΑΝΟΝ, FLOW, THOU REGAL, ETC. DALE, LONDON. Sung by Mr Bowden. FLOW, thou regal purple stream, Cheer my heart, and glad my eyes: My brain, ascend on Fancy's wing; While I live, I'll lave my clay; When I'm dead and gone away, Let my thirsty subjects say, A month he reign'd, and that was May: COBB. LULLABY. -DALE, LONDON. Sung by Madame Storace. PEACEFUL slumb'ring on the ocean, The winds and waves, in gentle motion, Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, Soothe them with their lullaby. ARNOLD. STORACE. COBB. Is the wind tempestuous blowing, Soothes them with its lullaby. MY NATIVE LAND, ETC. LONGMAN, LONDON.STORACE. Sung by Mr Sedgewick. MY native land I bade adieu, And calmly Friendship's joys resign'd; Then shall not I lament the day F. DIBDIN. THE HEART OF A SAILOR. CORRI, LONDON. Sung by Mr Brabam. 'TIS n't the jacket nor trowsers blue, BRAHAM. |